The Prisoner of the Mafia
TSM Chapter 7 - Rilly's Decision
Namira's eyes could not be closed overnight, either from noon he had fallen asleep or indeed he thought only the author knew.
From last night Namira tried to find a way out she knocked on every wall of her room oh more precisely the warehouse. There were only small beds and piles of used cardboard boxes. I don't know what it is he didn't see it. I thought there might be a hidden path. There's just Namira's imagination. It is already morning visible from the light beam entering the ventilation hole.
"no windows, only ventilation holes. It's not enough for me to pass there".
while tapping his chin.
let's think Namira..
Once again he was suddenly pensive, the door of his room opened. Namira was still engrossed in her own thoughts, until she was unaware that someone was standing in front of her.
" what are you thinking?"
instantly Namira jumped in shock. Heart's pounding.
He replied, "ssa.ya ii.ngin return master".Namira's face looks clear.
" I told you my business with you wasn't done yet. Roy, you explain it to him."
soon Damian stepped out.
"Follow me" said Roy.
Namira followed Roy. Namira looked around, until she was in the kitchen.
"You can cook? said Roy.
"Master, I'm used to cooking for my sisters" replied Namira.
"then you cook here, but you can't go home. Salary business we can transfer".
Namira silently thought about the offer.
Just now Namira wanted to answer Roy had cut it off,
" The goods at your boarding place we've already taken"
Namira glared at his eyes,
I'm not saying he knows my thoughts, they're Cenayang derivatives or anything...
Before long entered the man in black clothes carrying a small suitcase bag. It's definitely Namira's stuff.
"So how? you agree, right?"
"Where would you disagree try, if you like that" muttered Namira.
"What are you talking about? ask Damian.
"uh, no sir. Yes, I agree, sir. I'll cook here".
" hm"..
Roy shows Namira a maid room. Looks like a woman is sweeping in the backyard. It turns out that here Namira is not alone there is a middle-aged woman as well.
"move." call Roy to the woman.
"enggeh Den". approached while bowing respectfully.
" He'll help cook here, so don't hesitate to tell him". Roy explained.
"take no worries, now someone is helping".Roy's voice softly explained.
" hey, you follow the order mbok iridescent. The mbok will explain later.
Now get your stuff done".
Namira soon passed into his room, yes the maid's room. There's a small bed, a table and a closet. Of course this is more than enough, in the old days he had to cram with his friends.
Her little lips are smiling.
At least here I don't have to pay rent...
After cleaning up the goods Namira immediately look for colorful mbok.
"ehm, mbok.. can I come and call mbok? tanyakanya.
" may... indeed want to call the mbok what other than mbok to nduk?
"Thank you for the mbok".
the colorful Mbok just nodded.
"I help ya mbok", while taking the scoop of garbage, nimira deftly help mbok colorful.
"wow, nduk you as usual do this".
" hehehe. ya mbok a long time ago when I was in the parlour I used to clean like a gini" while sweating with the back of his hand.