Warm Maid
5 minutes.10 minutes.

Her night. After she finished putting Typhoon's mother to sleep.

Alia was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. At first glance he glanced at the wall clock in wonder.

"Udah at 9, tumben, mas Typhoon has not come home" muttered Alia. However, not long after Alia shook her head. "Why am I thinking, he might be overtime" Alia thought quickly clearing things she didn't deserve to worry about.

Before long Alia was struck by sleepiness, Alia also fell asleep beside the Typhoon's mother calmly.

***

In the middle of the night, Alia woke up from thirst. He felt his throat dry.

With a heavy feeling Alia rose from her sleep to take a glass of warm water to drink.

Slowly, Alia came out of the room of Typhoon's mother who was still sound asleep. He continued to walk towards the back kitchen.

Arriving in the kitchen he took a glass from the shelf drawer and walked towards the dispenser.

Cuuurrrt.Warm water came down and filled Alia's glass. A moment of rain, Alia heard carefully.

"Well, drizzle.." said Alia while looking at the contents of the glass that was almost full. But Alia stopped pressing the lali dispenser button immediately drank the warm water up to half.

"Ah.." hela Alia felt her throat get wet again after dry because of the Air Conditioner's mother's room. Just two nights sleep in a cool room because the AC makes Alia have to re-adapt, after a few months of sleeping with hot rooms in cheap boarding houses.

After feeling relieved, Alia again sipped the water in the glass until it ran out and brought the empty glass into the sink dishwasher.

Then passed away leaving the kitchen room to go back to sleep.

But when he came back, he saw the living room lamp. And as Alia remembered, the room lamp had been turned off. Without thinking, Alia chose to turn off the lights.

Just a few steps Alia towards the light switch, she was amazed when she saw the figure of the Typhoon even fell asleep on the Sofa with still wearing a suit and shoes on her feet.

Alia stared in surprise then briefly turned to the wall clock of the room and it was seen if the clock was showing at 2 pm.

"Is it 2 o'clock??" lirih Alia looked back at the figure of the Typhoon. For a moment he thought, it must be uncomfortable for the master to sleep with his shoes still attached to his feet.

Alia let out a long sigh in her trunk, did she just let the master fall asleep like that?? or should he take off those shoes to sleep more comfortably??.

Alia bit her lower lip by constantly arguing with her conscience.

However, in the end he relented, on the side of pity.

"Well, it's better to just be taken off" Alia murmured whispering to herself.

Slowly Alia stepped towards the Sofa. Alia looks hesitant when she will touch the feet of the master.

His mind was arguing again.

"What if Typhoon wakes up?? what do you want to answer, Alia??" ask Inner Alia riled. "What if Typhoon wakes up, and he thinks you're teasing him??" the inner rut of Alia was again arguing.

Alia shook her head and at a glance she looked at the face of the master who was sound asleep.

"Father Alia, mas Typhoon will definitely be more comfortable if his shoes are opened. Slowly, slowly, surely the Typhoon will not wake up" muttered Alia's mind that rounded her intentions.

Slowly Alia approached and went down to the hilarious end of her shoes. He grabbed the Cyclone's ankle and opened very carefully the employer's shoes.

Before long Alia did the same thing on the left leg of the master. Slowly and carefully.

The left shoe opens easily. Alia smiled with satisfaction and placed the work shoes on her partner below.

Alia was relieved by looking at the calm face of the master who was falling asleep. But when Alia's gaze saw if the tie knot was still in the collar of Typhoon's shirt.

And it made him fixated, for a moment he imagined the figure of the ex-husband who used to have such habits.. Until Alia unconsciously moved to get closer to the Typhoon.

Alia looked calmly at the sleeping face of the master. With a doubt slowly fingers Alia grabbed the tie knot that was still neatly tied in the collar of Typhoon clothes.

Alia carefully pulled the tie knot, she continued to pull until it reached the end of the tie knot until it came apart.

Alia breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time both of her employer's eyelids opened perfectly.

Degs.. Alia pecked as the eyeball of the Typhoon stared fixedly at her right in front of him with a little close distance.

"Ah, ma.ma-maaf" said Alia stiffly then quickly removed her hand from the Typhoon tie with an awkward face.

"Ma-sorry.. A-lia hanya.." Alia's speech was messed up.

Then quickly Alia woke up without finishing her speech and was about to leave the Typhoon.

"Sorry mas.." said Alia by reversing steps.

But unexpectedly, a hand quickly grabbed Alia's wrist.

Grep..

Alia intercepted and turned her head in confusion at the Typhoon holding her back.

"Alisa.." The typhoon looked at the furious Alia.

"I'm sorry, but, would you like to be here, 5 minutes, no. 10 minutes" asked Typhoon with a deep look at Alia.

Alia returned the look of the Typhoon that looked sad. He did not understand the request of the master. However, for some reason Alia even nodded and agreed to the request of the Cyclone.

Slowly, Alia came back down and sat down on the side of the Sofa. The storm stared in silence.

"Sleep..Alia will be here" said Alia slowly.

The typhoon did not reply, but he still continued to hold Alia's arm without letting go. And out of nowhere the sense of comfort came, until slowly the two eyelids Typhoon was again closed quietly.

Alia sat down and she was pensive by looking at the calm face of the master who returned to sleep.

In that silence.

For a moment Alia seemed to return to the divorce trial. The Typhoon's lawyer's stern face was clearly visible there. Each of the charges he made represent a request from his client Rudy Mahendra.

And at this moment, the lawyer was sound asleep holding his hand.

Alia was deep in her own thoughts.