Special Maid For Om Duda
Meet Jasmin

Like the previous days I wake up always early, doing my duty or taking a vacation I will always wake up at five and after that will prepare breakfast for my husband.

This morning after cleaning myself I woke up my husband to worship.

"Wake up, Fajr Prayer first. Notya Mas last night said that it would be a long time no muscle exercise," said I woke up a husband who was still asleep. Do not have to sit with the difficulty of waking up, it's all because it turns out the husband of people who previously diligently wake up early to exercise.

"Are you not playing sports, honey?" ask Mas husband might want to fight for Pull Up considering I often tell stories that I used to be a pull up jago, he said, but it used to be that I liked sports that increased muscle time so much that I preferred workout training over cardio.

I shook my head slowly. "No, Lydia's sport is different now. Mopping, purifying, even and done well and cooking, has burned quite a lot of calories," I said by hand preparing my husband's clothes for exercise.

"But sometime splinter the sport for our togetherness well," he replied again. And I replied with a gentle nod.

"If so Lydia prepare breakfast and after that will be ready to go to the new house to arrange a transfer. Even I had imagined that this day for the next three days would be a very tiring day.

"But remember you don't have to make a tape. Don't push yourself to help lift. Your job is only to supervise and arrange the goods to be placed where," said the husband who is increasingly possessive. Even if cooking wasn't a hobby I probably wouldn't be allowed to cook.

My eyes were fixed on the cell phone that continued to be real which indicated that there was an incoming call. This heart beats faster when the one who makes the call is Sari. With the tail of my eyes, I made sure that my husband had gone to the bathroom. With a thumb that vibrates as if I was having an affair, I also slide the green phone icon.

"Assalamualailkum.." I honestly felt uncomfortable when I had to pick up the phone. Maybe something was important so I decided to pick up the phone from Sari.

"Lyd, I just got word that Mimin's back in the hospital. Can you accompany him? I'm afraid he really needs you?" ask Sari from a different place. From her tone I can confirm that Sari is also panicking.

"If now I can't Sar. Today I have a house move and it seems like for the next three days I am busy" I replied unpleasantly. Remembering Sari is also my good friend. Though in the past Sari and Mimin could be said to be enemies who never get along, but instead I am now shocked when Sari is precisely the one that always seems to be there when Mimin needs to.

"What a hell yeah. You also know that I'm out of town. I can not go to Jakarta in the near future my work is a lot," said Sari looks very panicked.

"Or how about I ask for a phone number that can be contacted let me monitor it through the phone first for the next three days maybe I can just come to help," my reply is not possible in a super-sophisticated world like now Mimin does not have a mobile phone.

"Well that's his phone he was just in the row for the cost of treatment," said Sari.

"Well, do you know who Mimin is in the hospital from?" I ask, the more unreasonable it is.

"Mimin Neighbors who reported. If you could see Lyd, she had no husband left her husband when she was four months pregnant and now she seems to have given birth." From the voice of Sari who was getting anxious I was increasingly unable to refuse Sari's request.

"I try to ask my husband well," I said when the husband went outside the bathroom with a face that was fresh again.

"Ask what?" The husband who had clearly heard my words also immediately asked what I meant earlier.

"This is Lydia's friend, she said her prayers were taken to the hospital and she was out of town herself. Ask me to make sure the sodas are okay or not." I showed Sari a message saying that she was working out of town. And asked me to check his sodas. Indeed I told Sari not to mention the name Mimin or Jasmin.

"Yes, you helped me. Pity him if he has no one. Where is her husband?" ask your husband while wearing it.

"You help him to do it. Transfer business can be done by others," reply Mas husband who may he also if in the position I will do the same.

"If that's what Lydia will tell Lydia's friend so she can calm down" I said and I prepared to prepare breakfast and then visit Mimin.

"You don't need to be delivered by me, do you?" ask Aarav before going to the gym.

"No need Mas, taxi a lot," I reply casually I have a car also do not know the streets of the capital it feels free to ride a taxi.

"Don't take a taxi. Later Mas call the driver Mamih to take you, let's be quieter Mas in the office."

I immediately understood what the husband said. Maybe this is the best for me so there is no reason for me to reject the proposal from my husband.

Now I can breathe a little relieved because of the curiosity during this time about Mimin soon I will know, and now I also rushed to prepare breakfast as usual simple and not complicated. Moreover, I will leave soon so that I do not have much free time either.

"Remember, you if there will be anything directly contact Mas. And if all the business is done, go straight to the office. And be careful on the road," the husband's message before he actually goes to work.

"Ready Mas. God willing Lydia not long anyway, because said friend Lydia later in the afternoon or afternoon there will be sodara who came to replace Lydia guard," I replied, as said by Sari.

Now that I am after the bojo mas left I am also preparing to leave also of course after I leave the business of moving house to Mbok Jum and security who will later help supervise the transfer of this house.

Now my problem in this city is actually more and more who yesterday had problems with Ms. Siska and is now busy moving house, I was instead busy doing business Mimin. who was a former first love mas husband.

"What, to this address know?" ask me to record the address Sari gave me.

Mamih driver Misel read this address long enough to finally say know. "Know Non if not wrong location near Rawamangun flyover bridge, if not sebrang terminal," said the driver and I also asked to be transferred to the hospital where Mimin was treated. As said by my husband, Rawamangun was far enough, even I had fallen asleep in the car until I finally woke up once I arrived.

My shadow of a large and luxurious hospital turned out to be one of the hospitals in that address was just a twenty-four-hour clinic that served inpatient as well.

"About how Mimin is, and if he still knows me," my inner self, with a sense of uncertainty, began to enter the clinic and ask about a patient named Jasmin, and I was immediately directed to the nursing room at the end, even the first impression was only quiet.

My eyelids immediately warmed up as these two eyes caught a figure I could still recognize.

"Mimin... Are you Mimin...?" ask me with a heavy voice. I just want to make if that woman is Mimin or not?

Seriate...

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