The Prisoner of the Enemy's Heart
Chapter 9 The New Mistress

"Master Black asked me to bring this pril." Yani answered her friend's question with a smile on her face. For some reason every time he remembered and mentioned that name, his heart immediately thumped. The young servant idolized Black.

"Oh, very good yes, if only the man who married me would be very happy, Hem," said Prilya while closing her eyes. He imagined a cold man and always dressed in black that is what uttered a kabul ijab for him. And not that handsome but mercon-mouthed bule guy.

"Aawwwww!" The girl screamed in pain as she suddenly got a punch on her shoulder.

"Your rapist, yes, was married to the owner of this house even asked for his assistant as well. Just give me Mr. Black." Yani grunts annoyed. He is not willing if anyone calls and expects a cold but hello Kitty-hearted man other than himself.

"Ish, I was married only to Yan. Your life is better for being able to imagine Mr. Black freely. While me? Can only bite hehehe's finger," kekeh Prilya then showed his finger which he bit.

"Hush! Don't say it like that. Imagining but not being able to have is the same as lying Pril. It hurts." Yani said while showing her face full of suffering.

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Prilya laughed wryly at the expression of her new friends Yani. He was happy, because at least he had the same friends with him. Both servants who have sky-high ideals.

"Udah, ah, I think you are fresh and strong. Now help me wash." Yani stood up from his seat. He had to do his job in that house or he would get a seven-minute lecture from Anita's mother.

"Wokeh, ready Mrs. Black!" Prilya stood in a ready position. It's over with her imaginary show. Life has to work because it is the most real thing they have to deal with.

They both went out of the room to a laundry room at the back of the house like a palace.

Washing is Yani's job. That's his job in that house. He must make sure all the equipment made of cloth in the house is always clean. These are the clothes that Samuel Richard, the owner of the house, wore.

"Your job is easy, Yan, just wash it. No need to cook and clean," said Prilya while helping the girl separate the colored fabrics with white ones.

"If you say it's not easy, this all has to be done well. Wrong for a bit, Miss Anita must have been tearing." Yani replied with silent hands. He continued to move to separate the dirty clothes according to the type of fabric.

"After this I can do what else Yan?"

"You can iron Mr. Richard's clothes. On the shelf there yes, I've kept it separate from the others." Yani pointed to a special clothes rack that was in the corner of the room.

"Every boss Yan!" Prilya directly approached the clothes rack in question. He also turned on the iron and began to reach for the expensive clothes of the cruel and angry Master.

"You can 'the Pril ironing, '" Yani approached Prilya while watching the young girl's work. Yes, they are 7 years old, but he does not want to be called a brother because he does not want to feel older.

"Godly could. I also have iron at home." Prilya replied with a big smile on her face. His hands were busy back and forth carrying out the tasks of the electronic device.

"Foolah. I stay, then I can do the rest. Thank you very much, Pril." Yani smiled as she walked out of the room. He wanted to take the dry clothes that were in the clothes behind the house.

Prilya nodded her head as if Yani had seen her. The girl was no longer in the room.

The girl hummed the little with cheer. His hands did not stop pushing back the iron on Samuel Richard's milk clothes. He almost finished the clothes. He breathed a sigh of relief. Today he really feels very happy.

"Aaaaaa happy," he said, raising his hands high. He stretches his muscles are quite tired also just by ironing alone.

His eyes now looked at all his work. Everything is neat. And now he turned off the electrical connection to the iron and kept it in its original place. He came out of the room and looked for Yani.

"Well, I'm done, is there anything else I need to do?"

"There's nothing else. Just put your clothes in the basket and bring them to the front of his room. Later Mr. Angga will take it and arrange it in the wardrobe Mr. Richard."

"Oh, is that it?"

"Yes Pril. It's always like that. All my clothes are stored at the door when you are no longer home. And Mr. Angga who will continue to organize everything into rooms and cabinets.

"Hum, okay. I bring everything yes," said Prilya asked for Yani's approval, as the person most responsible for this matter.

"Yes Pril. Sorry, you I bothered. You are the great madam of this house." Yani suddenly felt very uncomfortable with what he was doing.

"Oh my goodness Yan. You are that anyway? We are both. I don't even know what to do here. I have not received a clear assignment from Bu Anita and Mr. Black."

"Hahahaha, it's because you're Pril special. I want to iron these clothes and clean them. Mr. Angga will definitely need all these sheets and bedcovers."

"Ah yes. I continue to bring your clothes, yes" said Prilya and immediately left the backyard of the house. He wanted to do this job perfectly so that he would feel useful in the house.

One basket of clothes he put into the trolley and he pushed out of the room. The main room of the house.

"Mrs Prilya?" Anita looked at the girl with a look of disbelief. Prilya looked back at the middle-aged woman with a grimacing face.

Since when was she called such a Lady by Ms Anita?

Are there any new rules in the house?

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