Warm Maid
Make Over's..

After leaving mom in the nursing home. Now the direction of the sedan car is turning towards the downtown lane.

Along the way, Alia just kept quiet by looking at the street from behind the window.

Typhoon only saw it at a glance, but it was clearly visible if Alia's face was worried.

"You're still worried about mom??"

Alia was shocked, lali turned her head awkwardly. But not only did he answer, but his facial expression was clear.

"Mother is not papa, mas used to be anxious, but Sri's mother quite understand about mother." explained Typhoon calm.

Alia did not reply, she only heard with a straight look at the path that unfolded.

"Mas, also have a room message for the mother to rest.so the mother will not join the other sky, there is even one special nanny for the mother.."

Alia. The typhoon consciously returned Alia's gaze and unexpectedly a smile framed for Alia.

"Mas must have thought the best for mom." said Typhoon then soon refocused on the highway.

Alia could only be silent, but there was a sense of relief she could not say.

"So now we have to prepare." exclaimed Typhoon.

"Pregnant?? now then?? isn't it too fast??" sahut Alia's. "The show is a bit late in the afternoon." continued Alia trying to remember the schedule listed on the luxury invitation.

Small touched typhoon.

"Yes, it's a party at night, but.."

Alia looked at him confused.

"But what??"ask Alia curious.

The typhoon turned back and looked at Alia.

"We have to make over.."

"Huh??" sahut Alia was surprised.

***

And finally, without hearing the protests from Alia. Typhoon's luxury sedan finally arrived at one of the capital's most famous boutiques.

"Mas, Alia.alia think this is too excessive" said Alia when the car was parked right in place and the car's engine was dead.

"No, it's normal, so let's go down.."

"But..My mother!!" exclaimed Alia who finally could only see the master down without caring about his words in the slightest.

"Mas Typhoon.." whispered Alia who was upset to see a boutique store that she felt was quite famous.

The figure of the employer seems to have disappeared into the store. Alia was still in the car.

"Ah, let it.. Mas Typhoon only entered" exclaimed Alia by making a vow not to leave the luxury car seat.

However, it is wrong if Alia thinks Typhoon will forget her who still has not left the car.

Suddenly, a young woman came to the car of Typhoon. Then he knocked on the car's door. Alia inevitably ended up opening the car door.

"Sir, he was waiting equally well inside" exclaimed the young woman.

"Huh?? hm. but, I.." replied Alia hesitated.

"The book is ready mbak.has been chosen as well as the same mas.."

"Huh? what's??" sahut Alia was shocked in disbelief.

The young lady smiled meaningfully at Alia.

"Let's go, kasian masnya wait a long time.."

"Ah. hm.gimana huh?? i'm.."

"The book is simple mbak, and actually the shirt is suitable for mbak. I am sure mbak will also like the choice of masnya. it seems masnua also understand the taste mbak.."

Alia heard in surprise.

"Let's go." said the young lady again.

Alia is wrong. His heart was reluctant but the young woman's gaze made him feel even more guilty.

"Yuk mbak." invite the woman by pulling the car door to be more open.

Alia finally had no other choice but to come down willingly. The young lady walked first in front of Alia, alia finally followed her from behind.

The boutique door opened, Alia's feet finally entered the boutique store. And unexpectedly some employees there welcomed Alia with a smile.

On the different side the Typhoon came out with a widest smile staring at Alia who was still fixated.

"Where?? nice isn't?" ask Typhoon to Alia.

"Well.." Alia's lips stiffened for an answer.

Typhoon buttoned up his sleeves lali occasionally looked at Alia who he guessed must be very surprised by her different appearance than usual.

"Good no?" ask Typhoon repeating.

Alia was conscious but her face turned doubtful.

"Hm, sorry mas.." said Alia slowly.

Typhoon fixated.

"Why??"

"That's the color too.."

Typhoon tried to digest by looking at the expression of Alia's face that looked stiff.

"Why the color??"

Alia looked at some employees there who seemed to be waiting for Alia's answer. But because it felt bad Alia stepped a little closer to the Typhoon.

Alia asked for her employer to lower her height slightly. Then with a stiff movement, Alia placed her palm near her lips.

"Anu Mas, that's the color of his batik shirt is too nyentirk really.got suitable"

Degs.. The typhoon was shocked then by looking at the shirt on his own body.

"What time??" spontaneous Typhoon.

Alia was biting her worried lips.

"When the pattern is good." said Typhoon.

The employees of the boutique glanced at each other. With an awkward face Alia reflex followed the Typhoon's arm to not magnify her voice.

The typhoon is conscious. Then look around and turn silent.

"So..what color is it??"ask a low-pitched typhoon.

Alia just looked over and took a quick look. Then he walked on a row of batik shirt shirts in the corner of the room.

After selecting a few shirts in her hand, Alia returned and brought the shirt for the master.

"This.this is a cool color and suitable for mas"

Typhoon caught a glimpse, on a shirt with colors that look rarely he likes. But after weighing because this was the choice of the maid, he finally received the shirt hanger.

"Yes already.. Try the test first.."

Alia smiled knot. And the Typhoon went to the fitring room.

***

After a few minutes the Typhoon returned with a cheerful face.

"Alia.." cried Typhoon calling. And Alia turned on the origin of the voice.

Instantly Alia was festering. The master looks different, the color of which he chooses is suitable for Typhoon.

"It turns out the color is good too.. I never thought of this color, because it's like a color for parents or for mothers.. "

Alia involuntarily smiled.

"This fits and fits with the aura of Mas. wise and authoritative, mas cool" said Alia calm.

Degs.. The typhoon was stunned when he heard the maid's praise. And subconsciously make Typhoon misbehavior and shame like a high school boy who has just been praised by the lover of heart.

"Yes already, I want to use this alone." exclaimed Typhoon who immediately felt confident.

Alia just smiled knot.

The storm looked at Alia.

"Well, it's your turn.."

Alia's face changed.

"Bag.."

"You've made over mas. Now it's your turn Alia." said Typhoon. Then he called a boutique employee. "Please change this woman.."

Alia surprised.

"Baby, Alia.."

But the Typhoon did not care that he instead stayed away and let two female employees hold Alia and bring her missing behind the curtain.