Just a Servant
Follow Mr. Bagas

Towards maghrib, the event istighotsah was completed... Some worshippers wait to join the maghribs there, some say goodbye. I am among those who say goodbye to go home first, because Mr. Bagas is not at home sitting... He was tired and wanted to fall.

At first I was a bit confused, wanted to follow Mr. Bagas or join Mrs Supami, because I had gone with the madam, but now there is a Mr. Bagas that I have to follow. But when he said he wanted to go home, Mr. Bagas said nothing to me.

"Sir... am I with you, sir or madam? " I asked to hesitate.

"Follow me... " See Mr. Bagas for sure. I nodded obediently. After that I helped master to sit on his wheelchair.

Vuih...! It turned out that helping the master stand was extremely heavy. Mr. Bagas put his arm on my shoulder, while Mr. Darmawan helped him from behind.

"If you don't want to make it difficult for your wife for longer, be diligent in therapy... " Said Mr. Darmawan when helping his son sit down. Hearing his father's words, Mr. Bagas immediately looked at me. I didn't see it directly, but from the tail of my eyes I knew, Mr. Bagas was like guessing what I was thinking... I pretended to be busy placing her feet properly on the footing of the chair.

"Oh, I'll go first... " namely. I got confused again. As a daughter-in-law, I should have kissed the hands of those elders. But as a servant of course it would be impolite to dare to touch their limbs...

"Excuse me, sir... " My cleaver finally bent over. I dare not be presumptuous before there are further clues. They just nodded and let me go after Mr. Bagas.

I helped Mr. Bagas get into the car with the driver. While the driver keeps the master wheelchair to the trunk of the car. I looked at it while thinking, where should I sit? Really, this new status left me confused and full of dilemmas. If only we were married because we loved each other, it would not be as I felt.

My status is already his wife, but my position is still a servant.... You remember what the madam said to me (reminded) before we got married just now right?

"Aren't you willing to serve my son... "

DEVOTE... The word needs to be underscored and bolded to emphasize its meaning. So I know myself. I was married just to chew on the work I had to do, reducing the risk of khilaf that might happen between us. I'm afraid even I'm khilaf later 😂 ....

Yes exhausted, even though it can not walk, outwardly Mr. Bagas is actually almost perfect. Handsome face full of charisma, typical of the nobles.One lyric alone makes the heart shake-dogs not careless. The body is also proportional, not too heavy nor soft. Her skin was pure white, not like me who was slightly colored. 😂

Ah anyway, if only you can walk, do not ever expect the master will have time to glance at me. Guaranteed, the queue of women who expect it is the same length as the Eid freight train...

"Noor...! " Call master suddenly startled me.

"Yes, sir... " My mouth while bowing looked inwards towards the master.

"What are you waiting for? " ask. I saw the sitting position of the master slightly pulled over, like giving room for someone else to sit next to him.

"Wait nothing, sir..." My solute. Is that room he has for me?

"If so hurry, I am tired... " Say, he was half grumbling again.

"Yes sir..." My solute.

I straightened my back first while looking at the driver who had entered and sitting in his seat. Ah, the driver... driver wants to be a worker, want to be a manager, if the driver of the seat must be there.not like me who is confused sitting because of position... ⁇ ️

I ventured to sit in the back seat, next to you. I think master pulled over for giving me a place, right? Who else to try.

"Let's go, sir... " Mister's orders then on the driver.

"Okay sir... " Guardly driver while starting the car engine.

From the rear view I saw a look of wonder in the eyes of the driver when he saw me sitting next to the master. I could only throw a glance out the window realizing the meaning of that gaze. Neither did he say anything during the trip. We drift in each of our minds.

"Eh, sir. This isn't the way home, is it?" I asked spontaneously when the car suddenly turned in the opposite direction to the direction I had been going while going with the madam.

"Who said?" Mr. Bagas asked back.

"It felt like the time I came down that road... " I said while pointing at the direction I thought the driver should have taken.

"If you know the way better, you must be the driver... " Said Mr. Bagas again, making me feel embarrassed at once for acting like pretentious, even though I was just expressing my opinion...

"I'm sorry... " I said softly while looking down.

Suddenly a finger touched my chin and turned my face to face his master.

"Sorry for what?" Ask sir. I see you smiling gently at me. Suddenly my heart rippled to see that smile.

"I'm sorry that I've been so pretentious... " Answer.

"No sir... " Reply answer me. I'm afraid master really thinks like that to me. But seeing my reaction, Mr. Bagas even laughed a little.

"You're this... " Said while pushing my chin slowly which has been held since.

I smiled as the master pushed me. I did not feel a rejection of the impulse, I felt a familiarity from the touch of the master.

"Can you cook?" Ask the master then change the subject.

"Well, I'm not sure, sir... " I'm honest. I do not feel familiar with kitchen utensils, so I do not dare guarantee that I can cook.

"Yes, I told people to prepare our dinner.... " Say Mr. Bagas at last.

"Thank you sir... "

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After a long drive, the car entered a residential area. Not a model housing built by a developer but ordinary public housing, because it is seen from the model of the building and the size of the house is not the same as each other.

Then shortly thereafter, the car entered the parking lot of a house that looked quite large compared to the houses around it, although not as big as the house of the host Darmawan certainly.

From inside the house came two women of different ages and a middle-aged man. The man immediately approached and helped Mr. Bagas to get down, while the driver had already lowered his wheelchair.

"Master.... " Who is that man. Mr. Bagas just nodded briefly. I walked over, preparing in case you need my help. But it turned out that master was already able to help himself enough.

Master slid in, I followed behind him. The driver took the car that had taken us to the garage.

"Nur, this is Mr. Surip, that's his wife, and that's Pure..." Said Mr. Bagas while pointing at them one by one...

"Assalamu'alaikum.i, Nurul... " My greetings while bowing a little in honor of them.

"Greetings waalaikum..." Father and mother Surip. The one named Pure momentarily looked at me intently before replying his greetings.

"Let's Nur...." Invite the master then while leading into the house. I nodded back to say goodbye before following the master in.

"Sir, prepare dinner.. We'll be down in a minute..." Speak to you before you enter the elevator.

"Okay sir... " Sahut mak Surip's.

I followed the master because I no longer knew what to do.

On the second floor, the master exited the elevator, he went straight to a room near the elevator door. A big room.

"Nur, get my bath water ready... " mister's order. I nodded, then circled around looking for the bathroom in the room. It turned out that the bathroom was on the right corner, next to the entrance.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the water faucet, regulating the temperature of the water coming out and the amount of water flowing. After turning on the faucet water, I exited the room to prepare a change of clothes.

"Have...?" Ask the master as soon as I get out.

"Already sir... " I replied while looking at the master for reflex, but I immediately threw a glance when I saw the master had removed his superior.

"Let's help me... " Say Mr. Bagas then while sliding into the bathroom.

Well, loh... Mah status may change, but deg-degan still only. Especially now, I have no reason to refuse this job...

A job that always makes me a heart sport.

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