The Heart You Injured
Chapter 61. Fingers



"Where are you going?"

Dinda was a little surprised when the employer threw a question. The woman's footsteps came to a halt and slightly turned back.

"I want to continue with my work, sir. There's still laundry waiting for me."

Erlan put the spoon and fork on the plate. He crossed his arms and glanced at Dinda with a glance that was difficult to interpret.

"Didn't I say that today you have enough to cook, while the rest of the work you don't have to do."

"But Mr ...."

"Here you go, now you sit down. Keep me breakfast."

"Eh, but Mister?"

"Gosh, how many times have you used the word this morning? Come on, sit down and have breakfast!"

Dinda smiled clumsyly. He stepped on his feet even though he felt a little bad. The woman's heart was really filled with the awkward feeling of having to sit together at the dinner table with her employer. He was worried if he was considered a clueless maid.

Dinda landed her ass on the chair and started eating her breakfast. The atmosphere felt so quiet. Only the sound of the sound of the spoon clashing with the plate. At first glance, Dinda stole a glance at his employer's face. For some reason, he felt that the master was in an eternal. A soft hue radiated clearly through the glare of this man's sharp eyes. He thought that this all had to do with the debate that had just taken place between the master and his wife.

"Master wants to add more? If so, let me prepare some more vermicelli and his friends," Dinda bargained to break the silence. It feels really strange if two people who are at one table, just silent and silent to each other.

Erlan seemed to think for a moment. Until at the end he nodded his head. "Byeah, your soto is pretty good. It seems to fit on my tongue."

Dinda smiled thinly. After the other day his cooking was reviled by the Madam, today his master praised his cooking. There is a sense of happiness tucked into getting an appreciation like that.

Dinda got up and started preparing the contents of this soto dish. "Alhamdulillah if it fits on your tongue. I am so grateful."

"Are you in the department of gourmet? Your cooking is delicious. The spice of the spice was really felt," Erlan asked trying to get to know more about this domestic assistant.

"No sir, I didn't go to school at all in the department of gourmet. I majored in Social Sciences. I also don't know why it fits on your tongue. " Dinda thrust a bowl of soto towards Erlan and returned to his original place. "Please sir, it's still warm."

"Thank you." Erlan again enjoyed this soto dish that tasted so delicious. "Yes, you've been working here for almost a month. I'm asking for your account number so I'll transfer your first salary."

"Okay sir, I'll send you his account number. Thanks again, sir."

"Together." Erlan gulped down the white water that was in front of her after the dish she enjoyed the toilet without a trace. "Oh yes if you may know, what salary you get will you use for?"

"I'll send it to my husband, sir." Dinda smiled bitterly, remembering the marriage exams that came to her. Circumstances that require him to join the bone slam like this. "To save. To be able to restore the situation as before."

Erlan was a little surprised to hear Dinda's words. It feels very unnatural if this housekeeper sends all his salary to the husband. He felt that something bad was going to happen.

"May I give you an opinion?"

"What is it, sir?"

"If I think, don't send all your pay to your husband. Send ten percent only. The rest you can keep for yourself. I didn't mean to think badly of your husband. It's just a preventive effort of bad things."

"Do you mean my husband has bad intentions towards me?" dinda asked with a squeak on the forehead.

Erlan just sniffed her shoulders, as if not so sure of what she was thinking. But for some reason, Suddenly he had bad thoughts towards Dinda's husband.

"Okay, I can't be sure either. But there is no harm if you keep your own salary? Later if you have collected a lot, then you can use it to buy everything you need. Besides, I also feel a little weird about your husband."

"Yes just weird. As a husband he should not be entitled to ask for the results of the work of the wife. I'm just worried if he's just using you."

Dinda was silent for a moment, pervading and thinking about what this master said. Both of his eyes narrowed. Trying to connect Erlan's words with Bayu's slightly changed attitude.

"Think carefully what I'm saying. I think you better keep your own salary and later you can use it to buy all the things you want." Erlan got up from her sitting position. The preoccupation of chatting with Dinda, to the point of making her unaware that time is almost showing at half-nine. "I'm leaving first. Thank you so much for the meal this morning."

Dinda was slightly stunned and rose from her position. He bowed his body as a courtesy to the master. "Sama-sama Sir, be careful on the road. May the blessings always surround you."

Erlan only smiled faintly. I don't know why there was a hint of bitter feeling sneaking in his heart.

My God, even my own wife does not accompany my footsteps with prayers like this. Was this prayer uttered by my servant? Geez ... have a wife but why does it feel the same as when I was alone?

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"Okay, let's both make a toast to our friend who just became a newlywed. Jenica, congratulations on the wedding. May you always be happy!"

"Cheeersss friends!"

Cheers..... Yeeaaaaahhh....

In the VIP room, the glass containing whiskey was lifted and clashed with each other. Until it clinks loudly. The people gathered in this place all laughed loosely as if they had no burden of life at all.

"Jenica is really lucky, because she was edited by a rich young businessman who engaged in heavy equipment and building construction. It can be ascertained if our best friend's life is struggling with treasure," said one of the friends in Jenica's friendship circle.

"Well, whoa, whoa, you're really lucky Jen. If only I had been in your position, I would have been very happy" said one of Jenica's friends in white tank-top clothes and jeans.

Jenica only blushed in shame but her heart was very proud. It turns out that being the wife of Erlan can increase her social strata. He is proud of himself, can be adored and praised by his friends.

"Ah you guys are overreacting. As a form of my happiness, I will treat you all. And you can eat or drink anything in this place. Until satisfied!"

Yeaaahhh...

"Oh yes Jen, here we also have special guests."

"Oh yeah? Indeed who?"

"Someone who specifically came to congratulate you. One of our friends who has not seen us for a long time" said Lidia gave a news.

Jenica's forehead is wrinkled deep. So curious as to who Lydia meant. "Who's Lid? Don't make me curious dong!"

Lydia smiled wryly and... "Bro, come inside. Jenica can't wait to see you!"

Jenica put her gaze towards the door. With a heart filled with curiosity, the woman tried to guess who came, but just as she could not find. Both his eyeballs were perfectly wide when his eyes flashed with the eyes of a man who was no stranger to his vision.

"How are you doing Jenica?"

"B-Bara?????!!!!"

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