Warm Maid
Which has been hidden all along

After playing with sand. Now Alia helps Typhoon's mother to change her clothes that are wet due to sea water.

Likewise with the Typhoon that finally changed clothes.

After finishing changing clothes, Typhoon immediately ordered several food menus to be eaten together at one restaurant where the beach.

Not long after Alia and Typhoon's mother returned to the front of the Typhoon.

But the Typhoon was amazed to see Alia who was still wearing wet clothes because of the sea water earlier.

Alia who was aware of the employer's gaze looked clumsy and awkward.

"Hm, no papa sir, this is soon dry" said Alia.

"Aren't you wearing a change of clothes??" ask Typhoon.

"No, I was leaving this morning not knowing if you want to go to sea, sir." replied Alia as it is.

"Ah, yes it is. yes already..then let's buy your change of clothes first" invited Typhoon who moved from his seat.

"Huh?? ah. don't sir, don't." reject Alia quickly.

Typhoon staggering.

"Why??"

"Ah, no papa, sir, this shirt will soon be dry too.. Really no papa" interrupted Alia trying to convince the employer.

"What about papa?? your shirt is wet and it can make you sick" protested the Typhoon fixed on his speech.

"Ta-pi sir.."

"Let's go Alia. You have to change clothes" asked Typhoon in a firm tone.

Alia gasped at the firmness of the master.

"Ah, all right sir.."

"Come, buk.." invite Typhoon by pulling the arms of the mother to walk together.

Alia can only resign and finally follow the employer's steps from the end.

And it turns out there's a covenant shop near the restaurant where Typhoon ordered the food. The storm also walked towards the store.

Upon arriving at the store, Typhoon was welcomed by the store owner with a friendly.

"Let's go in. let's go in. want to buy what in us there are all. choose mbak, ma'am. please choose" said the store owner friendly welcome customers.

The cyclone saw the whole in store.

"Are there clothes for girls??" ask Typhoon.

"Ah, there's a mas, there's a.. for this mom huh??" ask the owner to guess.

"No, but for.." replied the Typhoon with a glance at Alia who was behind him.

The shop owner finally took a look at Alia who looked a little short and was behind the Typhoon.

"Ooh, there is a mas. if the clothes for the mbaknya a lot of nie. there is a new model that enters again. briefly I take" said the seller eagerly showed the merchandise.

"Sir.pak just the shirt" said Alia by pointing to a regular white-screened t-shirt.

The typhoon was about to look at Alia's direction. But before long, the seller brought his merchandise in front of the Typhoon.

"This is a mas, this is a beach dress. some are knee-length and some are as complicated as. choose aja mbak" explained the seller with the spirit of aligning his merchandise.

Typhoon saw a line of clothing models that he did not understand.

"It's mbak, at best" bargained the seller by taking one of the short dresses in bright red and giving it to Alia.

Alia was shocked and instantly clumsy.

"Ah, but. I.."

"Just try" the Typhoon suddenly.

Alia bengong's.

"Huh?

"Mbak, try it first. this must be good in the body mbak. let's mbak, test it in the room just right there in the corner" pointed the seller.

"This try in this test also mbak, which is the green color of the bottle.it must be beautiful if it has been used.I guarantee" said the seller by continuing to convince Alia who looks hesitant.

"Sir??"

Alia thought by swallowing her hard saliva in her swallow.

"Beautiful.the color is beautiful" chirped Typhoon's mother.

Alia and Typhoon are shocked to hear the spontaneous speech of Typhoon's mother.

"Let's go, the test continues his mother support tuh" persuaded the seller.

And the Typhoon kept staring at Alia

With a reluctant face, Alia finally had no other choice but to follow the persuasion of the seller and the employer.

When Alia was changing clothes, there was the sound of a Typhoon and the seller out there talking to each other. Occasionally there is a crisp laugh of the seller, yes maybe that is the best way the seller to be able to hook the buyer.

When Alia had put on the red dress, she was amazed by such a good material.

"Sir, who hasn't?? how's mbak?? nice right??" exclaimed the seller from outside the dressing room so that Alia was shocked.

Alia did not answer she thought when she saw herself in front of the mirror and it made her unsure to get out of the fitting room.

"Mr? hows it?? what is greatness?? that's S..want I give you an XS size??" ask the seller who came back to harass Alia.

Alia looked at herself in the mirror in confusion.

"Do I have to go out??" alia asked worried about herself, she was not sure this dress was suitable for her.

But slowly Alia unrolled the hair that had been hiding her beautiful long hair.

Outside, the Typhoon was actually agitated while hearing the babble of the seller who continued to boast about his merchandise.

Kreekk. Finally, Alia came out hesitating.

"Dududududakhh.. very beautiful mbak.kan actually I say this dress is suitable for mbaknya" said the seller praised.

The typhoon was completely transfixed to see a different Alia. Unknowingly his salivary was swallowed with the jakun rising and falling. When the view of the Typhoon saw the shoulders of Alia hidden with hair outlets there.Tak can not be denied, if Alia has a nice body and has been hidden behind a loose t-shirt.

Alia saw the Typhoon's reaction and she turned awkward.

"Fine, the koas are all.." point Alia at the t-shirt she pointed at earlier.

"Huh?? well that's mbak's man's shirt. This is already beautiful and fit mbak, really why I don't lie, is it mas??" ask the seller

"Don't, sa-yes.." Alia was uncomfortable.

"How much??" sidelines Typhoon suddenly asked directly to the seller.

The seller was shocked.

"300" he answered quickly.

"Huh?? 300, i-tu's expensive" cut Alia protest.

And the face of the cynical seller.

"Okay, mbak.this is already cheap lo. other sovenir place can be more expensive again loh" said the seller.

The typhoon nodded with the intention of taking out his wallet.

But Alia quickly restrained the Typhoon's arm, so Typhoon was shocked. Alia looked at the master with a huff and she shook her head.

"No, sir.. Alia just choose the shirt, it's more comfortable.." pinta Alia with a pleading tone.

Seeing the look on Alia's face, the Typhoon finally relented.

"Yes, it's up to you"

Instantly Alia was relieved and then she turned around and pointed back at the shirt she chose at the seller.

"Please, the shirt is mbak" Alia's little smile pinta.

But the face of the seller also turned cynical.

"Kaos nie's? very strange indeed mbaknya, when it is clearly good that dressnya.always paid in kok, why not" the salesman half-heartedly picked up the T-shirts that Alia pointed at and dropped from the couple statue.

He also gave to Alia with an annoyed face. But Alia doesn't care, she'll just wear comfortable clothes. Alia also changed back clothes in the fitting room.

After paying for the 100-thousand T-shirts, Typhoon, mother and Alia came out of the convenience store to return to the restaurant where they were going to eat.

Eating quite memorable for the mother of Typhoon, he was seen enjoying his meal enthusiastically while occasionally looking at the sea.

Typhoon also eats with spirit, for a long time he did not eat roasted fish as good as this. Before her mother got sick, she always cooked good food for Typhoons. But now everything changes, there is no more food typical of the mother's hand, because all the memory is lost from the mother.

Alia also enjoyed her food with awe for the taste that reminded ya of the house bibik Mahendra. The kale vegetable is Alia's favorite.