Warm Maid
Please accept me..

After the shock on the terrace of the house Typhoon earlier. Now Alia is in an empty Typhoon house with furniture. Just an L-shaped Sofa that Alia was sitting on now.

The Typhoon brought a white mug glass to Alia. Alia grabbed with a sigh.

"Thank you, Mr. Typhoon." said Alia bowed.

The storm ended up sitting on a plastic chair that was there.

Silent and awkward.

"Please have a drink, Mrs Alia.."

"Ah, yes." said Alia sungkan, then he also sipped tea from the glass.

For a moment Typhoon noticed the face even wear that in the former Madam Mahendra.

Pale, shabby and very simple with just wearing black trousers and a dull Pink t-shirt. Even at the feet of the Mistress now looks a scar of screams that imprint due to the burning heat of the sun.

Alia sipped twice the tea that tasted fresh because of the cold, so she was unconsciously addicted and sipped it back until just as comfortable as a little tea.

"Ah, this tea is delicious and very fresh." said Alia praised.

Surprised typhoon.

"really?? Thank goodness if you like." replied Typhoon who was surprised because he only serves tea packaging that is always available in the refrigerator.

Before long the sound of the Typhoon's mother calling from inside the room.

"Epan???" call the Typhoon mother who walked out of the room to approach the two.

"What's buk??" the Typhoon woke up from his seat and approached his mother.

"La-par" exclaimed Typhoon's mother pouting.

Typhoon nodded.

"Well, Typhoon will order food for mom... Mom, wait in the room??"

"Oh." replied the Typhoon's mother nodded then the Typhoon turned the mother's body and demanded to go to the room.

Alia just looked on without comment, and soon the Typhoon returned by sitting in its original place.

"I'm sorry, if my mother.."

"No papa.." interrupted Alia slowly.

Typhoon fell silent and Alia became misbehaved.

"Where does the lady know my house??" ask the Typhoon who finally opened his voice.

Degs.. Alia was shocked.

"Ahm, sorry. actually." said Alia hanging doubtful. "I don't know if this is Typhoon's house.."

The astonished cyclone looked at the hesitant face of the Madam.

"I came with the intention to find work.."

"Huh??" The typhoon was flabbergasted to hear the words of his former client's mistress. "Want work???" repeated Typhoon confused.

Alia instantly felt faint.

"I. accidentally heard that, in house number 15 was looking for a new maid.so therefore I came here" obviously Alia was broken and finally she lowered her head in shame at Typhoon.

Typhoon sculpting.

"So, Madam wants to work as a maid??" repeat Typhoon still can't believe it.

With her face down, Alia nodded her head confirming the question of the owner of the house.

"But.."

"PLEase..!!" exclaiming Alia quickly cut off the Typhoon's speech. " Help me, me." said Alia hanging heavily in her throat. "I really need this job, please accept me" asked Alia who finally threw her embarrassment at the lawyer who had made her divorce from her husband.

"Mistress??" exclaiming Typhoon in disbelief with Alia's desperate face that was truly bleak.

"I'm not a mistress anymore.I'm just unemployed who need a job.." explained Alia.

Typhoon did not budge, he even lost the word to answer all this surprise.

"I used to work whatever and whatever salary I would receive, so please. Please accept me as your maid, Mr. Typhoon" pinta Alia who finally shed tears of despair in front of her ex-husband's lawyer.

What a mixed feeling Typhoon. He did not expect the woman he saw at this time to be so different from the tough woman who was at the trial at that time.

The woman who was seen shed no tears at her divorce trial. A quiet woman who does not demand or deny cruel accusations against her and only asks for divorce from her husband.

Even Typhoon still remembers clearly if Alia turned to the money given by Rudy as compensation for divorce.

Really at that time, Typhoon thought badly of Alia as a haughty woman.

Even rumors spread that Mahendra's ex-wife is so arrogant by getting out of the ex-husband's house without bringing anything because it has got another rich man.

But the truth is now that the tough woman is crying before her desperately asking for the lowest job as a maid.

"Oh my God, what really happened to this woman??" the Typhoon's inner murmur was inexhaustible at what he saw at this moment.

And finally Typhoon only heard the sound of the cry of the former Madame Mahendra at his home.

***

After quite satisfied crying, Alia finally can breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally the job he needed could be found. Typhoon finally accepts Alia as his new home maid.

"Your job, just take care of my mother." explains Typhoon to Alia.

Alia heard the Typhoon's speech without refuting.

"My mother was suffering from Alzaimer, even she was just acting like a child, and she also forgot my son.."

Alia was determined to hear the explanation of the Typhoon.

"I'm sorry, but do you know from when??"

"Two years.." replied Typhoon calmly.

Alia nodded.

"Because of that, no one feels at home to be this maid, so when there is no one to take care of mom, then I have to bring mom to the office" explained Typhoon at a glance.

"What was like that time??" ask Alia who remembers when she first met the mother of Typhoon sir.

"Yes." answered Typhoon briefly.

Alia smiled at a glance.

"You are a very devoted child" said Alia sincerely.

The storm will speak to Alia.

"Truly, if your mother is conscious, she must be so happy because you are still caring and caring for her whole heart." continued Alia as the wind of heaven at the hearing of the Typhoon.

Because so far many people sneered at him because of the mother and only this time there are those who sympathize with her.

"I will take care of your mother, Mr. Typhoon.I will take care of her.." said Alia.

"Yes, I hope you're at home.. Nyo.." said Typhoon stalled stiffly.

"Alia, you can call me Alia." said Alia.

The typhoon looks sad.

"A-lia.." cried Typhoon calling.

Alia smiled reflexively.

"Thank you, Mr. Typhoon.." said Alia who suddenly repeated her hand before the Typhoon.

Typhoon fixated. But soon he welcomed the hand of Alia.

And the smile of Alia that he had seen before was now again developed in front of the Typhoon.