Warm Maid
Not cold not warm

And after two days of Typhoon's return from the hospital.

This morning, Typhoon is preparing to return to the office. Rest for a long time at home also will not make his mind calm.

Alia who is still faithful takes care of all the needs of the mother.

As of this moment, he was taking care of Typhoon's mother's porridge bowl which was still somewhat hot. He tried to keep the hot temperature of the food from making the Typhoon's mother's mouth burn.

"Slow down, ma'am, it's still hot.." Alia tried to warn her employer's mother who might not understand.

And the old woman remained like a child who, without a care, devoured without hesitation. Until the initial reaction of the heat stroke of the slurry was clearly seen.

"Hu.hu.hu.." exclaimed the mother by fanning her mouth and spewing back the porridge on the bowl of porridge and reflek weaned it so that the bowl spilled.

Alia could only sigh long and then she took a tissue to wipe the saliva of the mother of the master who came out.

"Kan Alia already said, it's still hot buk. so don't eat it rush" said Alia.

"Pa-nas" said Typhoon's mother plain.

"It's hot, so mom ate it in the inflatable first." said Alia with a slightly restrained face upset. Because this is already the second bowl that Typhoon's mom made to throw away.

Typhoon's mother's face pouted, maybe Alia's tone was a little upset and made her dislike. Until the Typhoon's mother's reflexes hit Alia's shoulder.

Plaque..

"Akh.." Alia's grinning.

"Mother?" exclaimed Alia and reflex turned to her Boss' mother. "Mother?? why mother??" ask Alia astonished.

But the old woman just kept quiet and threw away her gaze with a pouting face.

Before long the sound of the door of the room Typhoon opened.

Alia reflex turned her head and the figure of the master who had been neat came out of her room. For a moment the two looked at each other.

"Mas?? wanna go to the office??" asked Alia doubtfully.

"Hm" muttered the Typhoon with a calm face. And accidentally the Typhoon's gaze saw his dining table scattered.

Alia reflex.

"Ah, anu. earlier I was impatient and ate a porridge that was still a bit hot and then accidentally in.." alia's explanation hung with a shocked face when she saw the Master without hesitation cleaning the dining table.

"Mas?? do not. let Alia alone.." exclaimed Alia by rushing to hold the Typhoon.

Typhoon did not look at Alia and remained focused on taking a tissue to clean the dining table that had been spilled a lot of porridge.

"No papa. You take care of me" orders Typhoon calm.

Finally, Alia also cleaned the Typhoon mother and wiped every spill that hit the mother's eating apron.

Not long after, the table finally came back clean. And Typhoon brought a bowl of cereal in front of the mother.

Seen Typhoon sitting next to the mother by justifying his hair bando that has been whitened a lot.

"Oh, Typhoon to the office first yes. and good at home, do not bother much Alia.." message Typhoon to the mother.

Alia looked at that moment.

He dropped a kiss on the head of his mother and got up from his chair. Typhoon deliberately did not look at Alia, he avoided to meet the maid and chose to pass away.

Alia seemed to be aware of the change in attitude of the master. Not cold, but not warm. The man really kept his promise.

Slowly Alia sighed in length, as if wanting to fill the niche of her slightly claustrophobic heart.

"Maybe this way is much better." Alia's inner murmur tried to understand.

***

On the other side. The typhoon outside his house was seen breathing heavily. It was hard for him to pretend to be ignorant and ignore Alia.

The typhoon stepped heavily from his home. But this is a good way to reduce his interaction with the maid.

And before long, he gets a phone call from a guy he doesn't want to meet, Rudy Mahendra.