The Dark Side of a Judge
Chapter 62. Tiara Si the Innocent Girl

It didn't feel like five days Tiara lived in Albert's house. The girl was very relaxed with her condition now. I don't know what's in the Nursing Student's brain.

Maybe some people will consider him stupid, bucin, or something like that. Wouldn't everyone have a different story about us? And so is Tiara.

Some people often consider her a plain girl. However, his attitude that is too innocent it actually makes others upset, including Bi Imah. For just five days Tiara stayed at Albert's house, leaving the middle-aged woman's patience almost depleted.

"Bi, Mas Al's favorite food other than yesterday, what?"

"Please, don't start again, Deck." Come pat her forehead.

The last time Tiara was in the kitchen, she almost set the room on fire. The ridiculous incident was simply because Tiara wanted to make a coffee for Albert. The girl boiled water, and forgot to turn off the stove after she finished making coffee.

As a result, the kitchen in Al's house was filled with smoke. Teapot to boil water until jet black. Luckily Albert realized that, and ended up with Imah who was nagged by the master.

"But ...." Tiara's shoulders slumped and she pursed her lips.

"Gini aja's. Let Auntie cook, Dek Tiara help. How's it?"

"No want! That's not me making food for Mas Al, dong!"

Let's take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. He forced a smile as he clenched his teeth firmly to withstand the turbulent emotions.

"Just last night, Dek Tiara almost burned this house down! Last night my aunt got angry. So, Auntie beg you not to do anything in this house!"

This time Tiara blicked her lips and put on a sad face. Her tears began to pool in her eyes. Seeing Tiara's attitude made Imah pat on the forehead.

"O Allah Gusti, patient paringono (give patience)."

"Can you, Bi?" Tiara linked her fingers to each other while winking repeatedly hoping to get permission from Imah.

"Yes already then. But, Dek Tiara must cook according to what Auntie told you. Understood?"

Tiara immediately cheered in excitement. He even jumped up repeatedly, like children who were winning a game. Eventually, the two of them walked into the kitchen.

Prepare all available materials. This time Tiara was still observing the Household Assistant while propped up on the chin at the bar table. As soon as Imah finished preparing all the ingredients, Tiara went straight to him and put an apron on the front body.

"So, what are we cooking, Bi?" tiara asked with sparkling eyes.

"Pak Al likes to eat the Solo Strait."

"Wait on! Which is the real Mas Al, Bi?"

"He was actually German-Javanese, but since his mother died his father remarried. Mr. Al prefers to live in Java. Her mother is actually a noble descendant. Bi Imah one of the servants who worked for generations in the family of the late." Imah explained the origin of the man who had managed to captivate Tiara's heart.

"Well, I don't care where Mas Al comes from. What matters is that I love!" tiara chuckled.

"Then, let's get the game cooked, Dek. Mr. Al is coming home soon!"

"Ready, Bi!"

Tiara began to carry out all the instructions that Imah had ordered. Starting from cutting materials, to making soup straits, Tiara who does all the work. Even the woman who was used to spoiled was serving the food on a plate with her own hands.

After everything was done, Tiara stared satisfiedly at the two dishes of the Solo Strait before her. A wide smile puffed up perfectly on the lips of the girl. However, Imah felt there was less. He researched the girl's appearance and then came up with an idea.

"Daddy, you've never used skin care?"

"Huh?" Tiara's gaze now turned to the negligent figure beside her.

"That's it, use bleach cream! Let ayu, glowing, slippery face like a slide!" Imah rubbed her own cheek which did look well groomed.

"Sorry, Bi. It's a face, not a butek shirt. No need for bleach!" Tiara folded her arms while staring intently at Imah.

To be honest, the sweet girl looked upset. She doesn't like the way she criticizes her appearance, especially her skin. Tiara skin is very sensitive. So, he's getting more pimples.

Tiara even went to a beauty clinic to do routine treatments. But, still not getting results. Realizing Tiara turned irritated, making Imah a little panicked. He could be angry again by the employer.

Finally, I patted her own mouth. Tiara was surprised to see the behavior of the maid. He grabbed Imah's arm so that she would stop her action.

"Bi Why?" tiara asked frantically, she thought that the middle-aged woman was possessed.

Imah did not answer and continued to smack her own lips with her palm. The increasingly panicked Tiara immediately ran towards the refrigerator. He poured water into a glass, then put a spoonful of salt in.

After that Tiara's lips began to commute to recite the Verse of the Chair. After reading the prayer and blowing on the surface of the water, the sweet girl ran over to Imah.

"I'm sorry, Bi." Tiara immediately doused Imah's face with the water.

Immediately wave because of difficulty breathing. He rubbed his face with his palm, then looked at Tiara. "Aunty's cock is watered, Dek?"

"Alhamdulillah ..," said Tiara relieved and grateful.

"Okaya?"

"Auntie is conscious, not possessed and torturing himself anymore." The corner of Tiara's eyes is wet. This innocent woman suddenly made Imah pat her forehead.

"What's this?" asked Albert who suddenly approached Imah and Tiara.

"This, Sir. Dik Tiara nyiram I use salt water because it is considered possessed."

Albert stunned. He looked at Tiara who was now looking down while scratching her ear. Shortly after, Albert laughed.

Tiara and Imah were directly staring at the Caucasian-faced man in astonishment. The two of them threw gazes at each other, then looked back at Albert.

"Mr, why?" ask Imah.

"It's funny! Are you like this every day?" ask Albert while spinning.

"Bi Imah is torturing himself. He patted his own lips repeatedly. This is how it was." Tiara imitated how Imah patted her own lips.

"I've prevented it, but Bi Imah doesn't want to stop. So, I thought it was a trance."

"I feel guilty because it seems like my words are upsetting Dik Tiara."

"What did Bi Imah say to Tiara?"

"Anu, Sir. I actually asked, why not use a whitening cream for his face. Let it be more beautiful. But, it seems like Dik Tiara doesn't like me to touch her." Imah bowed lethargic, while spinning his batik negligee.

"Is that so, Ra?"

"Yes, Mas. I'm wearing skincare, really. I can't help my face to be beautiful."

"Who said you weren't beautiful?"