Warm Maid
Final Decision

In one courtroom, members of the congregation were waiting for the final decision.

The Supreme Court judge was seen weighing the length of the file before him.

Then with a heavy breath he began to recite the final results of the trial.

"With this, I declare the final decision of the trial that Rudy Mahendra and Alia Zatifah officially divorced.."

Tok.tok.tok.tok Palu's voice on tap considering that the decision is now official and legitimate.

The Typhoon's gaze was glued to the opponent of his client, Alia Zatifah. The woman woke up with an expressionless face coming out of the courtroom. The woman came out with only a lawyer.

But different from the client camp. Seen faces that sparkle happily when they get the final decision that suits their expectations so far.

"Son Typhoon.." call a middle-aged woman with a happy face.

Typhoons.

"Thank you, the end of Rudy and Alia can be divorced." he said with relief. The typhoon could only reply with a knotty smile.

But he again looked at the figure of the woman who had left the courtroom.

"Thank you, Typhoon." said a man with a small smile on his face.

Typhoon turned back, to the client as well as a friend, Rudy Mahendra who is now officially divorcing women who are no longer needed in the Mahendra family.

"I'm really grateful, because you're my lawyer, so this business is over.."

"I should have helped." replied the storm.

"What if you come home, we'll celebrate this victory by having dinner together." Rudy's mother bargained.

The cyclone was doubtful.

"Come on. This is a sign of gratitude, comes yes, Cyclone.." said a young woman with a slightly distended stomach.

"Hmm, alright." replied the Typhoon who finally accepted the offer. But again he could not forget the face of the woman who looked tough leaving the room.

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5 Months passed after the trial.

The storm is now in the room of a specialist.

"Your mother must be accompanied. dangerous if she is alone at home.."

Typhoon silent.

"Alzaimer's disease will get worse if you ignore this therapy.and this will aggravate the condition of your mother.." continued the specialist while writing a prescription in a book.

And before long a nun came in carrying an old woman with her hand on a bandage.

The typhoon looked over and quickly approached the mother.

The middle-aged woman's face looked blank, she was confused by the person who had suddenly come over to her.

His face turned fearful.

"Mother..is your hand okay??" ask the gentle Typhoon.

But the woman's face still looked anxious and in disbelief so she still held the sister's arm tightly.

"Ta..takut" whispered the Typhoon mother by tightly holding the sister's arm.

The typhoon is approaching.

"Fear.." said the mother by hitting the Typhoon.

The nurse held back.

"Mother.this is the mother's son" said Sister.

Mother's face was still reluctant.

"Sa-yes no, my son" rejected the mother with a dazed face.

Typhoon sighed heavily, for the umpteenth time he heard the words of the mother who forgot her own child.

Then Typhoon gave the nun a code to let her mother. He could not insist, because the mother had now completely lost the memory in her memory.

The doctor stared long at the Typhoon. A man who has been taking care of his mother for more than two years.

Maybe this is a test for a great lawyer like Typhoon Shahputra.

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On the other hand, in one small boarding room, a woman was counting the amount of money her savings were dwindling.

His breathing sounds heavy. It's been 5 months since he got divorced, but not a single job he got.

It turns out that 6 years of being the mistress of a businessman Rudy Mahendra, has made Alia forget to save. The life of the treasure, precisely now turned 180° into a poor widow without being able to find a job that he can do.

Alia looked at her diploma sadly.

"Age??" whispered slowly. One of the obstacles to getting a job is the age of 28 years.

"Do you have to work as a maid??" ask Alia in despair.