Special Maid For Om Duda
The Failed Attack

I kept staring at my husband's back until I got in the car and made sure the car had left the house. I rushed back into the house and continued other work to fill my day so as not to get bored waiting for my husband to come home from work. However, I was surprised by the disturbing scenery, at the end of the alley I still saw Ms Siska's car was still parked, deliberately the woman parked far enough from the courtyard of the husband's mas house so that the husband did not know his car, but from the living room window of the house is clearly visible, it was all because our house was taller than the street. I remembered the words of my husband that forbade me not to see the woman.

Although in my mind anxious because it is certain that the woman will return again, but I try to calm down anyway in this house there is scurity and there is Mbok Jum as well. I tried to ignore my anxious thoughts, I returned to tidy up my dirty equipment after cooking and tidying up the rest of the breakfast that maybe Mbok Jum and the security guard want to taste my processed hands. Without having to worry about my husband's ex-wife all because I know for sure the people in this house can help if I can't fight Siska.

Sure enough when I finished washing the dishes, my sense of hearing caught the commotion. Especially if it's not the woman who's been bothering me. I wanted to ignore the woman, but it felt bad for the neighbors even later, what the woman said was considered right. I cheated on Mas Aarav and all sorts of things, according to his foul mouth.

After going through heavy consideration, I opened the living room door again and my two eyes immediately caught the woman who had been screaming like she was in the forest.

"Mbak Siska isn't shy early in the morning making a riot in people's homes?" ask me with a relaxed tone of speech. If she's offended it's a sign that she's half-sane because what I'm saying is the truth.

I didn't hear the woman answer my question. Well my patience still has stock, although my patience is not as thick as the English dictionary, but still reliable, not to be provoked by the behavior of Sister Siska.

"Mbak Siska no need what else to come here? Did Aarav go to the office? It's not that Mbak Siska and Mas Aarav's business is done. We'll move out of this house soon, then what else does Siska want? We only need one week at most. God willing we are no longer in this house," I said again by again throwing a question.

However, both of my eyes were wary of catching Siska's hand, afraid that the woman might attack me.

"Although Aarav, then I will pay whatever money for you to live, let it not be tacky and only live," replied Sister Siska, with an increasingly sharp gaze at me.

My lips curled perfectly. Because what Mas Aarav said was true was not the gono gini treasure that he asked for. Treasure is just an excuse for him to stay tied up and go back and forth to come to this house. Ah, I do not mind it is possible that I should be the same as Sister Siska if she accepts this divorce there may be no fake wedding drama. Which brings me to a real marriage, but over time it feels uncomfortable also in the presence of the ex-wife of our husband.

"Take it right, said Mas Aarav. Siska's mother only makes the house an excuse, when in fact only wants to disturb people's husbands," I replied in a slightly disdainful voice.

"If so why? Afraid of losing?" his reply slightly raised his tone.

Back I chuckle casually. "Why should I be afraid to lose competitiveness like this, I will be afraid to lose competitiveness, if my rivals are better than me, or at least equal, but if like Ma'am I should not be afraid. If you are afraid, I certainly will not invite her in, "my reply is still relaxed, kayaking on the beach. Although the patience of Sister Siska who is as thin as a tissue is clearly torn apart by my words that contain provocation.

"It turns out like this that behind the husband likes to demean others, if in front of his good husband asks for forgiveness, a two-faced woman," he replied to me, probably meant to provoke me into getting lured and fighting back against his crowd.

"I'm sorry Ms Siska nothing else matters? I want to go inside. Understandably want to find a new home for us to move in," I replied casually.

But I did not hear a nice answer even I got an attack from the woman, fortunately my eyes immediately caught the attack so that it could sniff and twist the woman's hand back. I saw the security almost helped me, but I shook my head slowly as a code, I can still handle it.

"Mbak Siska seems like we have to get acquainted more deeply, so that Ms. Siska can consider twice if she wants to attack me. I was Lydia the first of four children. I have three sisters all. I was born in a small village in the middle of Java. I love martial arts, especially Taekwondo even so happy I have got a black belt, and before I became a housewife I was full of fighting, I was, even I was a coach for elementary school sisters for four years, previously I chose to focus on my Gym business in addition to the GYM business I was also busy inviting people to live healthy by practicing gymnastics. In addition to my hobbies make a riot first, my other hobby is Workout, you certainly know people who prefer Workout than Cardio is much stronger energy than Cardio exercise itself. Well, I like to train my muscle strength so that I can beat my enemies," I replied casually.

"Not that I want to scare you, but I've been too cape to fight, before I became a home child I also had a challenging adolescence, brawl, before, following various championships especially martial arts so if you harass me, it is not impossible that the nature of the bars I will come out following who my opponent is," add me before letting go of my strong grin until the white skin of Mbak Siska is red and there is my fingernails on her wrists.

Sister Siska several times wagged her hand that was definitely sick.

"Sorry Ma'am if it is too tight nekan when the intention of the heart slowly. Can still drive, right? I don't have to take you, do I?" ask Lydia again with a sneak. But not the answer that Lydia received but the sharp gaze of Siska.

"Crazy woman." replied Siska before leaving me who was still standing casually.

"If I'm hanging on to the law Ma'am, if the law is crazy. I'm being sane, I'm not even connecting, so if I'm crazy that my opponent is crazy" I said back and gave a smile with my lips raised.

Back I saw that sexy-looking woman wanted to repay me, but I didn't let her.

"Mbak Siska, I see you don't have any good martial arts yet? How about I open a training class for Ma'am Siska, yes at least know the technique for horses, punches, kicks, stalking. The basics are not to be embarrassing. Want to attack even hit mentally," I said, before I closed the door and let the sexy-looking woman curse me with red lips meronanya.

I chuckled behind the door when I heard that woman was really swearing at me. I think I'm back in time before I shut myself down. Well, before my sisters got married first and my mentality was cruelly slashed by tongues as sharp as a sword belonging to my neighbor.

Sometimes people do not think about the bad impact on his words, like my neighbors used to be as funny as me, but without them realizing my mentality slowly hurts and withdraws from the crowd. Dissipating my cherry-like nature of challenge, becoming a submissive and resigned Lydia.

My lips were still curled when I remember being active with young men who were active in health sosylation was easier to teach children than mothers. When I teach gymnastics mothers, I laugh more because of their shabodo teuing movement, which is important the movement to the right comes to the right, in contrast to the training of children they will rebuke the theme that the movement is wrong so that children can correct if their movements do not match the choreo.

At least my youth was not in vain I once contributed to increasing confidence and equipping young people with free Taekwondo practice in the town square, and glad they are many who listen to the tenik that we teach, especially how to fend off and defend themselves when there are evil intentions. I peeked back from the glass window to make sure that this time Ma'am Siska was gone.

I rubbed my chest when I saw that this time the car Ma'am Siska left this house.

"I think I should start working out again and work my muscles to get stronger" I murmured with pride in myself because I didn't have to be hurt by the sexy woman's insults. I even feel the satisfaction of making Ms. Siska upset. In this person wants to upset again, but there is also a fear of the woman getting mentally upset. I have to remember not to be too offensive enough to teach a light lesson. The rest let God set.