The Story of an Injured Wife
Badmoods

Finished the arisan with friends, I immediately went home. I just ate a little at my Arisan friend's house. I just ate a piece of sponge and drank water one small glass. I did that because I wanted to have lunch at home today. Eat my favorite dishes. Bi Surti is my proud cook, the taste of his cooking has never let me down.

At the age that is not young anymore, he is still enterprising and passionate in work. I'll also give him more salary bonus money. When I got home, I rushed into the house. As usual, the smell of delicious cooking was smelled by my sense of smell.

I stepped towards the dining table, but what I was surprised about was, I saw bi Surti who was having lunch so casually. He took a lot of the food he had prepared for me. I immediately rebuked him!

"Bi Surti's! Why are you eating the food that was prepared for me? Where do you eat here? Sorry bi, not that I am arrogant, but the ethics as a maid must still be applied! You are not part of the original family here, although you are also considered as a member of my own family. Don't let my respect for you be lost!"

Bi Surti looks very sad. It seemed like he didn't really want to have lunch at the dinner table either. He was forced by someone. Bi Surti was crying sadly.

"Sorry madam." said bi Surti briefly and then rushed up.

"Wait on! Why did you dare to eat lunch at the dinner table? You are free to eat where you are, but ethics need to be applied!"

Bi Surti turned his head towards me, he was crying as he pleased.

"Once aunty wants to try rasain, lunch at the dinner table nyah. That's it, excuse me." replied bi Surti while sobbing.

Like there's something strange about bi Surti's attitude. Because this is my mood to make lunch go away. I went to the kitchen, I saw, Elma was cooking.

"Elma, instead of bi Surti is cooking. How do you cook again?"

Elma turned off the stove and stepped forward.

"Sorry madam, I just want to try cooking for you. I know bi Surti had lunch at the dinner table. So I took the initiative to cook a new dish. Because I'm sure the lady will be angry. If you'd like, young lady can try my cooking later."

So is the heart of Elma. I was amazed by this newly employed maid.

"But it's not your job to cook?"

"I know madam, sometimes it's okay."

"Lantas, why didn't you reprimand bi Surti earlier? Not brave?"

Elma nodded then looked less boldly at bi Surti who was standing near us and she continued to cry sadly.

"I dare to reprimand senior ART like this Surti bi. Let it be good, hopefully in the future bi Surti can know more ethics again. Maafin bi Surti ya nyah?"

I'm more impressed with Elma. It's not wrong that I chose her as the new maid.

"good. I'm more impressed with you as a new maid but I understand more about ethics. If your cooking is good, I'll ask you to be my home cook too. I will increase your salary. Take your cooking to the dinner table."

"Ready lady."

I went back to the dining table. At least my lunch mood came back. Because I'm curious about Elma's cooking. I sat at the dining table. He made me asparagus soup with egg omelette. Egg omelette is one of my favorite dishes.

"This is the mistress, happy to enjoy, sorry if the taste of my cooking has not been able to make the mistress feel satisfied. I'm still learning."

"Sorry Elma. Though this does not include your duties in working here, but you are very good. You had lunch too."

"Good mistress."

But jude, the human heart and attitude will not always be the same. Sometimes change. I started scooping the soup in the bowl in front of me. I put it in my mouth.

I immediately mocked him. What is this food, why does it taste so salty? Then I tried the egg omelette, it tastes the same. Make the vomiters. I immediately called Elma to come to the dining table.

"Geek!"

Elma walked quickly towards me. His face looks nervous.

"What's wrong, madam? Surely my cooking is not good, huh? Sorry madam, I'm not very good at cooking."

"If you are not good at cooking, do not allow yourself to cook! You do not want to enter salt into this soup and also into the omelette. It was like I was eating salt." I rebuked, then I drank water.

"Sorry lady. I promise I won't let Ms. Yaya down again. But please, don't fire me?"

"Who will fire you! But from now on, this bi Surti who cooked ajalah. I will not let you cook again. For a long time I can have high blood if I eat foods that are salty!" tell me, then I get up and step towards my room with an upset heart.

Regretted? Obviously yes. Did you make sure you didn't have lunch at my arisan friend's house just for the sake of having lunch at home that ended up messed up like now? I slammed my bag into the bed and then I fell asleep. I'd rather take a nap than stay in the mood.

Meanwhile, beside the house, Elma and Arif were sitting together, holding their phones together. Elma was chatting with Miho, while Arif was smiling happily to see a website.

"Where have you done your job well?"

"Already boss. This is just the beginning. This afternoon I managed to make Miss Yaya into a badmood. Not to mention my plans and Arif's next one,"

"Hahaha, good job! Just calm down, you guys? Your pay will certainly be smooth and nominal is much greater than your salary so pretend there!"

"Hahaha, ready boss. Where is the DP money? Is it good for a new motorbike?"

"Tonight will be transferred soon. Gausah bawel me!"

"Okay boss."

Elma closed the chat with a cheerful face. Arif immediately asked about the person who told them that.

"Si Miho is actually proven to be willing to pay, right, baby?"

Elma nodded while smiling at Arif.

"Yup. Tonight five million DP money will go into our account balance. I can do all the shopping!"

"And I can play gambling as much, baby, hehe."

In fact Arif and Elma are Miho's men who are paid to make Yaya's days unpleasant.

Miho is smiling complacently abroad. Miho is happy if Yaya suffers. Miho won't let his running ATM stay together with Yaya. Miho won't let that happen!!!

Seriate...