Warm Maid
Lega

After a conversation that drained Alia's feelings. Now Alia said goodbye to the owner of the house to go home because it was night.

"Let me interweave" haggard Typhoon.

Alia nodded quickly.

"Don't sir, don't, I can go home alone and this is still crowded must be safe" Alia refused.

But the Typhoon was unsure.

"Tomorrow Alia will come at 7 am.."

"Jam 8 only, because I go to the office between 8 or 9" explained Typhoon.

"Ooh. good" said Alia nods. "Thank you again, Typhoon..Then excuse me" Alia said.

"Aaah, yes, I did call Security first so that they are not wrongly suspicious of you" explained Typhoon with about to reach his phone.

Alia quickly got up from her seat and left without waiting for Typhoon. So when the Typhoon turned around he saw Alia's back was out of the door of his house. The typhoon followed and could only see the woman leaving her home.

The typhoon also heard the sound of a continuous tone and before long the continuous tone was greeted.

"Hallo good night??" the voice of a man from Typhoon's phone.

"Ah, yes. I pack Typhoon house number 15.."

"Oooh, is there anything I can help you with?"

"A little while a woman was passing by to get out of the compound.."

"Ooh, yeah. are you ready sir??"

"But tomorrow morning he'll come again." explained Typhoon.

"Oooh, new maid, sir???" ask the Security back.

"Didn't??? she's my friend, her name is Alia Zatifah" explained the Typhoon by looking at Alia's back that was running slowly under the street lighting.

Alia walked over with a happy and relieved face. Relieved that he finally got a better job. Every now and then Alia pulled her snot that suddenly burst.

"Well, why a cold?? is it because there's too much crying today??" alia asked herself.

His move continued to walk towards the Security post which was still a little far away.

And suddenly Alia's stomach rang out loud the sign of rumbling struck.

Krururukk..

"Adduuh. lapeeeerr" exclaimed Alia who rubbed her stomach it felt by continuing to walk.

"Patience to the stomach, until the boarding house we will eat double glass noodles" said Alia to herself. And he changed the pace a little quickly.

***

Arriving at the Alia boarding house really did not waste the glass noodles he provided in the room. Not just two, but he made 3 packs of glass noodles in one simple bowl.

Alia ate with a sense of pleasure, the taste of the glass noodles was changed like the taste of restaurant-style spaghetti on her tongue.

It was because of his relief and happiness that he felt, so that the ordinary became extraordinary for him tonight.

Alia ate enthusiastically she really enjoyed dinner huh.

After almost finishing the noodles, Alia's stomach felt full and swollen from overeating.

At first glance he remembered the cries that spilled out of control huh. It was as if the annoyance and burden of Alia's heart spilled out uncontrollably before the lawyer.

Alia slightly played the spoon on the noodles in that bowl. He reflected back the face of the Typhoon sir who was so calm hearing his stupid cry.

"Aaaah, you're a crybaby Alia.. Why should you cry in front of Typhoon sir, isn't he the one who got you divorced, Alia..alia???" ruth Alia to herself.

But on the one hand, he was grateful that Mr. Typhoon wanted to accept himself as a maid in his home.

Alia remembers the face of Typhoon's mother who reminded her of her late father-in-law first. The late father of Rudy also had Alzaimer's disease even who cared for and nurtured him only Alia a.

Madam Rudy could not take care of the husband because he was constantly busy with socialite mother's arisan.

And it makes Alia miss both her parents who also died in an accident before Alia married Rudy.

"Huuuff.." Alia let out a heavy sigh, there was a sense of tightness when remembering her two parents who had passed away.

"If Papa mama is still there, Alia wants to take care and filial pama papa" said the inner Alia who immediately became melow.

Until finally he set aside the former bowl of noodles that are still a little venomous that he will clean tomorrow morning. And without moving much he immediately dropped himself on the old mattress that felt cold in the narrow room.

Alia again let out a long sigh to unwind her today.

"Teri-ma ka-sih, Mr. To-pan" Alia said unknowingly.

Before long his drowsiness also rampant both eyes. Slowly, Alia's eyes closed and fell asleep.

***

On the other hand, Typhoon who had just cleaned up the mother was finally able to enter the spacious but empty main room without other furniture, besides CCTV TV and a large bed there.

The typhoon released a shirt that was a little dirty because it was exposed to the mother's food that was accidentally spilled.

He removed all the office clothes and replaced them with short-sleeved shirts and trousers.

His tiredness had completely engulfed his body.

The typhoon dropped itself on the soft mattress comfortably.

Silent and calm. He hopes that the mother sleeps soundly and hopefully there is no chaos that will cause the mother in the middle of the night.

When he had just closed both his eyes, he unconsciously remembered back to the figure of the former Madam Mahendra.

Alia's pale face in simple dull clothes has explained that the woman's life was so changed after her divorce from a wealthy husband.

The typhoon breathed a long breath. A Typhoon has never seen such a strong woman. Unlike his ex-wife who is very immoral.

After divorcing her she became a female actor in several state officials.

Typhoon up regret having married a woman who is really bad both her nature and personality.

His ex-wife even had the heart to torture his mother who at that time did not know if attacked by Alzaimer disease.

Typhoon took a deep breath, really Rudy Mahendra is a stupid man who has thrown away women like Alia.

Still clearly visible tears Alia when begging to work as a maid. Very low worker, but the woman begged to be able to work as a maid.

"May she be at home" the prayer of the Typhoon who finally could breathe was relieved to have found a maid.

Slowly the storm fell asleep. Calm and peaceful.