Warm Maid
Overwishing

Time passed, and the day finally came.

And Alia was excited to welcome that morning by cleaning the house much more enterprising than usual.

He prepared everything that might make Typhoon happy. He even deliberately invited Mbak Puput and mbak Susi to help him cook a little dish that will be eaten by Typhoon.

Until near noon, the special food pin is presented with a staining aroma.

"Thank you, Mr. Puput, mbak Susi." said Alia to two of her friends.

"Sama-sama Alia.." said Puput happy.

"Yes, we should say thank you, thanks to you cook here, we so follow the splash of good food until it can be brought home again.." babble Susi as is.

Alia smiling.

"Once again thank you, Alia. later said thank you also the same Typhoon sir has allowed us to cook here.." said Puput timidly.

"Yes, Alia will tell you.."

"Yes, we go back first yes, because over time, tar in reprimand the hostess." exclaimed Susi.

"Yes, thanks again.."

The two women left the house number 15 with one person carrying.

Alia smiled and slowly walked back into house number 15 by closing the front door of the house.

***

The clock on the wall kept turning. But the figure that later never showed the trunk of his nose.

The day began to run late in the afternoon, and Alia was increasingly agitated waiting for the return of the Typhoon.

While waiting he deliberately invited Typhoon's mother to sit in the front yard of the house while playing with Peggy's Persian cat.

Mother Typhoon very well beriteriteraksi with the spoiled cat. His face looks cheerful whenever he holds a fat cat that looks comfortable.

Behind the calm face that accompanied Typhoon's mother, tucked a waiting face that occasionally saw no end of the driveway.

Alia very much hopes there are cars or any vehicles that come to bring the Typhoon home.

But after the umpteenth time the car passed by no one stopped in front of the number 15 house.

Until the day went dark, the figure of the Typhoon did not appear.

The face waiting for Alia who was originally happy was turning sad. Turns out he was too hopeful, maybe not today, not the freedom day of the Typhoon.

And when the clock on the wall showed at 9pm, Alia finally had no choice but to save the food she had cooked from this morning and put it in the refrigerator so as not to stale.

After storing the food in the refrigerator, Alia went to clean up Typhoon's mother.

The old woman was still faithfully watching Discovery Cannel about the birds.

Alia ate the old plain face of Typhoon's mother, then sat down beside her.

"Maybe today is not the day of the free Typhoon.maybe tomorrow." confided Alia to the mother of Typhoon.

Typhoon's mother looked.

Alia down.

Typhoon Mother rubbed Alia's shoulders gently.

Alia is back to eating Typhoon's mother. And Typhoon's mother's face changed with a knotty smile.

"No papa." said the gentle mother.

Degs.. Alia was fixated and it succeeded in making Alia full.

"Duh, a very good mother anyway.so want to cry nie" said Alia with the face of mehek-mehek.

Typhoon's mother's face only smiled and it finally made Alia completely unable to hold back the tired tears of being too hopeful.

And Typhoon's mother could only rub the shoulder of her good friend and accompany Alia to tears.

***

After slightly hitchhiking her longing tears at Typhoon's mother. Now the middle-aged woman was soundly asleep.

Alia left the room to go back to her room upstairs.

But before he went upstairs, Alia again checked the door lock of the house.

He only checked one by one the door of the house so that he could sleep peacefully.

And when he checked the front door of the house, somehow the feeling of waiting for him was still hoping for the man to come home today. Although time is not possible, because it is 12 pm.

Alia ate a glimpse of the quiet courtyard of the house and only occasionally the sound of a motor passing by.

Then Alia closed the front door and locked it back safely.

"Maybe not today." whispered Alia to herself. "Maybe tomorrow, or maybe the day after tomorrow." said Alia who made many possible days of freedom Typhoon.

Slowly Alia stepped away from the front door of the house.

But just a few steps away Alia. Suddenly there was the sound of a car in front of the house.

Alia's steps stopped.

And soon the sound of the car door closing.

Alia's forehead heard misgivings and was also curious at the voice on the 15th house page.

Alia's steps turned around, she returned to the door to see who stopped in the yard number 15.

"Who is it??"