Warm Maid
Enchanted

During the wait, the Typhoon sits casually on the boutique sofa. In front of him were some snacks and warm drinks.

But occasionally Typhoon glanced at his watch, his forehead link alternated from a face that looks riled because of a long wait.

"What.. during that time??" guan asked himself. Before long he threw away his sense of boredom by looking at some hanging shelves that lined up some men's clothes.

That was enough to attract the Typhoon. For almost two years, she never shopped for clothes. Yes, since mother was sick, the mind of Typhoon was only focused on the care of the mother.

He sorted out some semi-formal short-sleeved work shirts. Typhoon assesses every touch of his hand on the fabrics that he feels quite comfortable.

When the Typhoon began to focus on choosing the line of the shirt. Suddenly there were footsteps that spread the focus of the Typhoon.

Cyclone reflexes are reversed to look at the origin of the sound. And the look in his eyes changed instantly.

The figure that came out from behind the curtain made the Typhoon stall with his lips slightly open in awe. Slowly the figure of Alia who came back with a different look, has made Typhoon fascinated.

Until Alia's steps stopped right at a few steps in front of the Typhoon. With an awkward face Alia saw the response of Typhoon who was so surprised.

"Hm, mas.." cried Alia slowly.

Unknowingly the Typhoon Saliva descended on purpose, his eyes could not lie if he was truly fascinated by Alia's very different look.

A touch of semi-baya, with a thin tile covering every inch of Alia's shoulders that looks smooth. Beautiful curled hair shows the almost perfect nape of Alia if the Typhoon dips her at this time.

Even the hemisphere on the side of the skirt that showed the side of Alia's legs that had been covered behind black pants, was enough to stain the wild mind of the Typhoon.

"Mas.." call Alia back.

And the instant the Typhoon came to its senses from its flying mind imagining Alia's body.

"Ah. yes"

"What, weird huh?" alia asked hesitantly.

Typhoon shook his head quickly.

"Oh, don't.don't.be beautiful, you're so beautiful" Cyclone unconsciously.

Alia surprised.

But a second later the Typhoon's face sighed small, as if it was realized that his words had provoked Alia's suspicion.

"A-pa.. isn't it too much??" asked Alia doubtfully.

"No. you, it fits perfectly with everything you wear on you, Alia" said the Typhoon with a confident look.

Alia slightly blushed in embarrassment. Then he touched his shoulder stiffly and tried to pull the thin tile up a little.

"Come, let's walk.."

"Now??" ask Alia.

"Yes. this is the right hour.." invite the Typhoon who unexpectedly stall his hand in front of the maid.

Alia.

Alia seemed to think, but from some boutique employees were seen whispering in envy.

In the end, Alia received the hand of her master.

"Ma. thanks mas"

The typhoon simply smiled knots then together the two walked out of the boutique.

***

Along the way, the atmosphere was slightly stiff between the two.

Alia sat with a little uneasy because the money skirt split successfully showed her smooth legs.

Typhoon realizes it very consciously if he does not focus on the highway then a fatal accident will occur if his eyes are not properly maintained.

"We.. bring what mas?? for a wedding present??" ask Alia.

Typhoon unconsciously turned his head, but from now on he tried to keep his gaze so as not to look bad.

"Hmm?? I don't know, "answer quick Typhoon and try to focus on a slightly congested highway.

"So..we don't bring gifts??" tanya Alia repeated back to convince Typhoon.

"Hm?? a gift?? it seems like they don't need any gifts." answered the Typhoon full of concentration between the streets or the feet of the seductive Alia.

"Then anyway?? it's not good to just go empty-handed" Alia said.

Typhoon Linked Kening.

"Who are we going with empty hands??" exciting Typhoon.

"Loh?? have you prepared a gift??"

"No and no" Typhoon replied as it is.

Alia is falling apart.

"Mas?? seriously.."

For a few seconds the Typhoon needed to think before answering Alia's question again.

"Hm, our prayers are enough to be a gift for them?? it is not that they invite us to seek our blessings and prayers." replied the Typhoon.

Alia could not interrupt the employer's answer. And Typhoon realized that the answer would not satisfy the maid.

"They're quite rich, if they're property and things they'll have everything they need just our presence in every moment of their importance.."

Alia.