The End of the Betrayal
New Profession, Tombal

Truly I feel that the days that have passed are very colorful, there is tired with the sustenance that the Lord has entrusted. Many years of laughter and sorrow bear witness to the journey of life. I throw the problem with sincerity, so as not to be a burden. This year I knit wisdom, I am grateful for the age that is still awake, hopefully the time that will be missed will be full of wisdom.

Time passed too fast I had just been shut down, but the screams from the alarm had already tickled my ears. Although the feeling of laziness still covers me especially I just closed when the clock has shown at two in the morning. I had just taken a three-hour break, but now I had to keep up the feeling of laziness and immediately worship my God to complain about everything that had just happened to my life, and asked for a hint from him to face this mysterious life.

After cleaning my body and carrying out my duties, as usual I will start preparing breakfast and cleaning this house. This morning I started from washing clothes that pretty much the rest of Mr. Gala's clothes from the hospital and also the sheets that yesterday I had not had time to wash.

"Tia, you're awake," called Momy Bela, in her soft voice. Mamih Bela is used to waking up at the beginning of the day and will help my work. When I forbid, he will reason unusual if only silent. Well, luckily for me, my job is lighter.

"Udah Mom, Tia is washing clothes," I replied after I was almost done washing.

"If cape is not forced Tia, surely you did not go to sleep last night well, can be done later if you feel good." Back my employer reminded me not to force work when tired.

I wonder what my master's heart is made of. why it can be so good. Where usually the name of the maid want to cape or not, then the boss of the bodo period, the work must always be completed, but in contrast to Momy Bela, who always asked me to rest enough even though the work was stacked. I sometimes think my life is like an employer.

"It's okay Mom, it's most abis nyuci, nyapu and mengepel later can rest again. If you cook and water the plants, Momy Bela will do it, right?" godaku who has memorized Momy Bela's activities when at home.

"Momy wants to cook Momy's child while at home, but Momy's child is rarely at home, right? He will be very happy if Momy who cooks," replied my employer, if rich gini I can not argue anymore, because surely my work will be done more by Momy Bela.

As usual we also seen in a compact job, heavy work feels light and do not have to wait long for the breakfast menu is ready to be served.

"Mom, to water the plants let Tia do well, Momy must have cape already cooked, Tia is also finished cleaning up," I said casually, in my heart I would like to ask why Mr. Gala at seven in the morning has not yet awakened, honestly I think the bad thing there is fear if something happens to Mr. Gala. But I also did not dare to ask my employer, what Momy said later if I went with her son while Momy just looks ordinary.

"Yes, you are watering the plant. Mommy's gonna have breakfast." Maybe Momy was cape so let me water her favorite plants, if usually Momy is very difficult for me to replace her job. I'll water Momy's beloved plants when my employer is sapped or there is a sudden need.

Without waiting for long, I swung this leg to the front garden and would water the plants. However, this new hand will also hold the door handle turns the door again and again pushed from the outside.

Brugggh... For the second time, this door was struck.

"Awhhhh, it hurts" my ringis as the door leaf tested the power of this eel.

"Why are you there?" asked Mr. Gala with a worried face when I heard my loud voice in pain.

"Sir Gala why is it there, isn't he still in the room?" ask me with a hand that keeps wiping my jidat.

"I've been up and go for a walk this morning, why miss," asked Mr. Gala in a tone like before. At first glance I feel de javu with memories of three years ago.

"No recrimination, just guessing but usually my guess is right, but that's also if you want to admit, the problem is you don't want to admit it, you are always ashamed to admit your feelings are different from the old Tia, who always went ahead, now shy but willing," ledek Mr. Gala, who offended me a little. Remember just a little, the more I feel right. But I'm ashamed to admit it.

"Sorry Mr. Gala, Tia wants to water the garden" I said as I walked without waiting for a reaction or answer from the man who made me nervous.

"Do you want to be won?" ask Mr. Gala that I know for sure his intention to mock.

"No need, Tia is used to doing it," I answered tightly and without looking at Mr. Gala standing up.

"Yes, maybe I want to be cemented, and of course if it is managed will be very different. It will be very excited." Somehow now Mr. Gala turned flirtatious. Three years I did not meet my ex-boyfriend, but there have been many changes. Well now it's getting flirtatious and getting bolder to tease me. Even if I used to tease my former boss.

"By the way, how many girls have you been flirting with Mr Gala?" I asked who felt that my former boss was now very different.

"New one, do you want to know who it is?" asked Mr. Gala who did not go into the house instead chose to lean his body against the wall of the house with the eyes continue to look at me.

"No, I don't think it's important" I replied, staying focused on my work. Don't let me if I don't focus even too much watering plants will die. My employer might be angry.

"That's very important, because the woman is very special."

Huh, I might forget again that Mr. Gala is the biggest man.

"Sir Gala, it was called Momy said he was asked to install gas," I said so that Mr. Gala did not tempt me continue, could-can work not be completed-completed.

"Huh, put the gas? Where can I," he replied with a frown.

"Try asking Momy instead of Tia getting angry." I kept making sure that Momy Bela did call her son.

After I showed a very serious face, Mr. Gala finally entered the house and prepared to gas masang.

I chuckle, before maybe later will why babes for lying.

Seriate...

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