The Heart You Injured
Chapter 33. Warm Greetings

"Yes Ma'am, the young master is the man. There was once one when one of the employees in the office of the young master was a traitor. He manipulated financial statements and embezzled company money. You know what the young master did?" dirman asked hanging which actually made Dinda more curious.

Still staring at Dirman's face with a face full of question marks Dinda shook her head. "No sir, I don't know!"

"The man was hung from a tree for three days and three nights without being fed or drank!" Dirman revealed a shuddering expression in horror by twisting a bit of his shoulder. "Hiiiii .. how horrified Ma'am!"

Dinda who heard the story of Dirman as if trouble swallowing his saliva. Like there's something running through the esophagus. The woman's face suddenly changed. Between fear, wonder and not knowing what else he could not express.

Astaghfirullah .. Such a man would be my master? Oh my God, can I work there?

Dirman slightly glanced at Dinda who was dissolving in his mind. He tried desperately to hide the laughter. Looking at the face of the young master's house assistant who looked terrified. But it was fine if for the first introduction he introduced his young master with appalling expectations. At least it can make Dinda more enterprising and excited at work, not impressed just relax.

In the ciplukan tree I mean. Hihihihi hihihihi really adorable this woman's face. If only, this woman was not married and currently the young master was not in a relationship with his lover and was about to get married, it seems that this woman deserves to accompany the young master. I don't know why I see this woman as loving and loyal.

Dirman directs the speed of his car towards the basement of a luxury apartment located in the city center. The car he was driving landed perfectly there.

"Well, let's go down Ma'am. We have arrived," said Dirman welcome while removing the safety belt he wore.

Dinda, who was still late in her daydream, began to blink her eyes, trying to gain consciousness. Apparently the figure of the young master told by Dirman was enough to make him shudder in horror and his mind wandered far away. He fantasizes that his index finger will be cut when the cooking he is cooking is not tasty.

"Oh yes, come on sir!"

Not wanting to drag on in her own mind that was getting out of control, Dinda took off her seatbelt. He opened the door and started to get out of the car.

Dirman guides Dinda to an elevator that will take her to the young master's unit. Dinda was slightly stunned when she saw Dirman's index finger push the twenty-floor button.

"So, my employer's apartment is on the twenty-floor, sir?"

"Yes Ma'am. Is something wrong?"

"Oh Allah sir, very high. It might even be much taller than the coconut trees in my village."

Dirman chuckled amusedly looking at Dinda's innocent face. Quite unexpectedly, women who still look innocent like this are married. She thought she was Dinda's husband. Let his wife work far in her young age.

"Although high, but later there will be a lot of beauty that Mbak Dinda can see there. Sunset, sunrise even a vast expanse of star-studded sky. I'm sure Dinda will be at home working there."

Yes if the types of young masters are exactly like what Mr. Dirman said where there is at home? Nothing has been undermined by fear.

Dinda grinned the horse to cover her nervousness to meet the master. "Hehe yes sir, I will definitely be at home. When else would I be in a place higher than a coconut tree. Aye right?"

Dirman is getting laughs worse. Maybe this woman involved the coconut tree in her chat. "Mbak Dinda's turned out to be a joking hobby as well."

Elevator door opens. The two men got out of the elevator and started down the hallways typical of the apartment that will take them to the unit owned by the young master.

"Well, this is the apartment of young master Erlan, Ma'am. May Dinda be at home!"

"The president!" Surti greeted the name owner. Then he directed his gaze toward the figure of the woman standing beside Dirman. "This...?"

Dinda momentarily lowered her head as a form of respect to mbok Surti. He smiled at the knot that immediately showed his neat rows of teeth. "Yes Mbok, I'm Dinda. Affa's schoolmate is none other than Surti's niece."

"MashaAllah ... you are much prettier than the profile picture on your contact Din. Come on, let's go in!"

Guided by Surti and Dirman, Dinda enters the apartment area where she works. Dinda circulated her gaze towards the surroundings and there was only a sense of amazement that filled the chest chambers. Even the woman's lips gaping wide which indicates that she was so impressed with the interiors that filled all sides of this apartment.

"So Din, here are two bedrooms. One of them will be your room. And in the corner there's a special room that's den Erlan's workspace."

Surti showed one by one the rooms in this apartment to Dinda. As a first step so that his successor is not confused. While Dinda looked very carefully to hear Surti's explanation.

"So, later I will stay only two with young master Erlan, Mbok?"

There was a hint of awkwardness sneaking inside Dinda's heart. Staying one roof together with a man who is not a relative seems to make the woman's heart feel bad.

"No Din, there will be non Jenica. She was the future wife of Den Erlan. And it just so happens that in the next two weeks they're just getting married."

Dinda breathed a sigh of relief, at least with the presence of mistress Erlan, he would not stay one roof alone with a man who was not his kinsman who might cause slander.

"Alhamdulillah .. I am relieved to hear it Mbok. Because after all it's not nice if I just stay with Mr. Erlan alone."

"Ckckckck .. Why is a man like you allowed to work, Din? You should just stay at home, take care of your husband and the household. It goes all the way to Jakarta to work."

"Loh, so Mbok Surti knows that this Madam Dinda is married?" timpal Dirman astonished. Whereas since yesterday, Surti has not spoken anything about his young master's new domestic assistant.

Surti nodded slowly. "Yes Man, I know from my niece. Though, this Dinda should be at home, well guarded by her husband. Uh, this was called work."

Dinda who saw the expression of Surti's face that was so anxious could only laugh. He held the middle-aged woman's hand.

"It's Mbok, it doesn't matter that I hit the bone. I'm sincere to work here, Mbok. This God willing will all bring good and benefit to my family."

"Yes Allah Din. You are truly a noble-hearted woman. Hope you feel good to work here, Din. But Simbok believes that den Erlan will definitely feel happy to have a housekeeper like you."

Without notice, clear crystals gathered in the eye surti. His heart was so touched to see the figure of a Dinda. A young woman whose heart is so noble that she can sacrifice for her family.

Dinda's heart is getting warmer. Getting a welcome from Surti and Dirman that also feels so warm. "Aamiinu. I hope so, Mbok."

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