WHEN DESTINY UNITES
Basic Mr. Emir

POV: SINTIA.

It's been three months that I've been working as a housekeeper at Mr. Lukman's house. Every day I am doing all my duties. Not only a job as a maid, but also as a Muslim.

In this house I was well received, both from the workers and also my employer. My employer's name is Mr. Lukman and Lisa's mother. Pak lukman and also Lisa's mother, is a good employer to all her workers.

But when my employer's son, just returned from abroad. Namely, the one named Emir. Mr. Emir is indeed a handsome man, yet. He was arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant. I'm very, very similar to Mr. emir.

How not upset try, the first time I saw the emir in his house. The story goes, when I cleaned the bedroom of her son Lisa's mother. When I forgot to leave the glass cleaning device, in the room of her son Lisa's mother.

I, too, immediately rushed to take the glass cleaning tool that was in the room of her son Lisa's mother. I went into the room, and took the glass cleaner.

I looked for where the glass cleaner was, when I put the glass cleaner. I searched every corner, the bedroom window of her daughter Lisa's mother. And finally I, too, found the glass cleaner.

Then I, too, rushed to immediately leave the bedroom of her son Lisa's mother. But when I turn around. I was surprised by a man, who only used a towel just around the waist.

Then I reflexively screamed, when I saw the man. And I immediately closed my eyes, using both palms. The man asked me who I was, who I was.

"Haaaaaaaaah" I shouted, when I saw a man who used a towel just to his waist. Then I closed my eyes, using both of my palms.

"Hey, who are you?. Just go in and in, into my bedroom." asked the man to me, in a firm voice.

I also answered a question from a man. With a bit of a fuss, it will. Then I too, asked who was the figure of a man, who was in the bedroom of his son Lisa's mother to the man.

"Sa-yes, sintia. The new maid is here, who are you?." I said to the man, stammering.

"I am the emir, the son of the owner of this house" the man told me.

And it turned out that the man was the son of my master, who had just come from abroad. The man was named emir, the son of Pak lukman and also the mother of lisa. Then the emir master, asked me in a stern tone. Why am I here in his bedroom. I, too, immediately answered him with a little stammering.

"Why do you keep doing it in my bedroom?. ANSWER."assert the emir to me.

"Sa-yes, just take this, sir."so I said to the emir, lifting the glass cleaning equipment.

"Yes already, there go from my bedroom. NOW ALSO."let Sir Emir to me, firmly.

"Ba- - - sir."so I said to the emir, then I went straight out of the room without seeing the state of the emir.

I'd love to be right, when I was making coffee for the first time, Mr. Emir. I made the wrong coffee, for the emir. Because I forgot, how much. I, too, was furiously enraged by the master emir. To the extent that I, my tears almost flowed down my cheeks. However, I can't stand my tears from flowing.

"You, coffee can't be. Just rich, no shit. It's free, my parents hired you and hired you here."emir told me.

"Astaghfirullah, be patient, sindia." I muttered in my heart, holding back my tears from dripping in front of the emir.

"Ma- - oh, sir emir. Let me, make it again." I said to the emir, holding back my tears from flowing down my cheeks.

"Patience, wisdom, patience." - I muttered in my heart, stroking my chest.

"Amit-amit, I got her rich husband. I was arrogant, arrogant and angry again. Don't let me, I have a rich man he is." - I'm in my heart.

Even the emir, left me there alone. I, too, immediately wiped my tears that had dripped on my cheeks. Despite the feeling of my heart, it hurts a lot when the emir is angry with me. But I realized that I was wrong here too.

Every day I miss my hometown there. I have also sent some money from my salary, to my family in the village. Yeah, not how much I pay. I am still grateful to Allah SWT, who has given me halal reserves of course.

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This afternoon I was mopping on the second floor, the house. I mopped the floor in the hallways of the room, which was on the second floor. Then came the emir, who had just returned from his office.

The emir master walked towards his bedroom, but was not careful. He, too, eventually fell slipping on the floor. Then I approached the emir, who was still on the floor carrying a mop.

"Oh.."again, sir Emir, who had just fallen on the floor.

I immediately helped him, by giving a mop as a handle. Because I don't want to hold the hand of the emir, because it's not a mahrom. It was me, using the mop as his grip.

"Master, here let me, help." I said to the emir, holding out the mop as a handrail.

"Now intention nolongin, no heck, you tuh."the headquarters of the emir to me.

"This too, I want to call you. We just have to wear this, sir. Kan, me and the emir master are not mahromes. So I, wear this not to touch, sir." I said to the emir, while showing this mop in front of the emir.

"Yes already, spiel. You, help me stand up." said the emir to me, and then held the edge of the mop's side for the handle.

"Okay, sir."I said to the emir, holding the edge of the mop. And I, directly helped the emir master stand up.

I helped the emir master stand up, with a mop as his handle. Even the emir, standing from the floor. Then I asked the state of the master emir, who had just fallen slipping on that floor.

"Master Emir, is that okay, sir?" I asked the emir.

"You know, so people can't mop it up. If you can't mop, don't mop. I slipped right, this is all because you are not good at mopping it up. As a result, my body aches all." said the emir to me.

"I'm sorry, sir. I, promise, I will be careful again mopping it." I said to the emir.

"I give you another chance to work here. Just be careful, until this happens again. You'll be me, fire from here."assert the emir to me, then go from before me and directly walk towards his bedroom.

"Okay, sir."I said to the emir.

Uh, he's angry at me. Who lamented me, not be mengepus this, that's. The blame is on him, who is not careful. I know, someone mopped the floor. Uh, just the way. Kan, slipping it.

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