Just a Servant
Don't-don't...

"Sir really seriously took me as master's wife?"

"Well... You think I swore in front of who's messing around about marriage?" The master asked again in a tone like offended. Reflex I bowed, grabbed master's hand and kissed him

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry sir. I never thought that way...." I don't know what I'm supposed to say.

"I'm sorry... " Return I was timid while staring at the master full of supplications.

Slowly the master smiled and then stroked my head.

"I know what you mean..." He said it relieved me. "It is precisely because of that. Now before we go any further, we must straighten out this matter.so that in the future there is no misunderstanding."

"We both have our own reasons for starting this marriage... But after we get married... We must have the same reasons and goals to continue a marriage.... You know what I mean?" Tanya mister suddenly pulled my focus which had collapsed because he felt the palm of his hand caressing the back of my hand which was still holding the hand of the master.

"Euh?"

The master let out a long sigh got such a confused reaction from me like that.

"It is because of idealism or stupidity that I want to marry you... " She said slowly as she was talking to herself.

"Sir..do you regret marrying me... " Task me doubtful and scared.

"Either... Can I be sorry...?"

"No...!" Suddenly excites. "Don't, sir, don't regret it... " Love.

"Why?" Ask her.

"Because I have no regrets, and I don't want to be a widow in a day... " I said as I stared at the lord full of supplications.

More than not wanting to be a widow... I don't want to be ignored and live alone.

"Now master is the purpose of my life... If you leave me. I do not know what to do and where to go.“ Continue me.

I see you smiling gently back at me. The hand that had been caressing the back of my hand now moved to caress my cheek.

" Let's take this as foolishness, but I never intended to leave you..." He said, making my smile instantly expand.

"Thank you, sir." I'm relieved. "Yes, there are smart people who say that there are two things that are unlimited, namely nature and human ignorance... I am thankful for this stupidity... " That word just came out of my mouth.

"Why?"

"Because of this foolishness, finally the master decided to marry me ...."

Hearing my answer, the hand of the master who had originally caressed my cheek knowingly clamped my nose...

"www...! " I spontaneously pulled the face away.

"So you mean I'm stupid?!" Salak. Instantly I shook my head. I don't mean to say that sir is stupid, but didn't you first mention stupidity? Hadeuhwas.. Why also talk like that??? ⁇ ️

"Sir... The proof is that from so little reason for someone to accept me, you can find it..." My heart was finally a bit uneasy, because I myself was confused to fix my words earlier.

"You're that..." Said the master while his hand moved like it was about to clamp my nose again. Reflex me back away.

"Master, don't pinch my nose like that..." My love.

"Why? Sick time?" Ask sir.

"No pain, sir, but I'm afraid my nose will be like Petruk..."

"Can be good, so be pointed... "

"Yes, if it looks like Petruk, it's not good sir..." I said a little bit. Yes, my face is like a Petruk... Ouch...! Amit-amit...!

I grimaced.the master laughed... And you know what? I just realized, there is a small curve on the cheek of the master, making the face of the already handsome master look so perfect. Not only did he look handsome, but with a broken laugh it created an absolutely human good looks for me.

Is he really my husband? It's hard to believe. I want to scream at the world... Tell everyone, if he's mine.he's my husband! Can I be proud of that?

"here... " mister's order.

"Here...where?" I'm confused. I think I'm sitting close to the master, but sir tell me TO COME HERE...Where else is it?

"here... I want you to sit next to me..." He said as he slowly pulled my hand which he knew when he had held. I comply. Now we sit close together. I looked down, not daring to look at the face of the master. With the palms interlocked, even without looking at each other, we continued talking.

I'm speechless. Confused what to say. Time to say 'CAN'T'. He said husband and wife, when you want to hug you can't? But if you want to say 'BUT' how does it feel like I'm nervous huh? 🤔😅

Master pulled me to lie down with him. I lay stiff, even I felt like I was holding my breath, because the master fell asleep while hugging me, but it seemed that the master did not care. He kept hugging me until he fell asleep. I still had time to look at his handsome face, feeling his breath touching my neck and shoulders. Trying to convince myself that all this is real, not just my imagination.

I don't know how long I've been in my own mind about the reality and the hope that I now have, until then I fall asleep.

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In the morning, as usual I woke up when the sound of recitation was heard from the mosque in the distance. Somewhat surprised, when I felt something hitchhiking under my chest. Apparently it was the hand of the master that was coiled around my stomach. My brain immediately worked, questioning, why was that hand there? And when I found the answer, without feeling my smile expands. I had to sigh in order to dampen the happiness that was burning in the chest.

"Oh my God, thank you, I am no longer alone... " I'm grateful, because now I have a husband who will take care of me and accompany me forever. I don't really know you yet, but may I wish that he would be my life's direction?

Slowly I shuffled, trying to free myself from the clutches of master. I had to get up to prepare for my new day as a wife...

As usual, I cleaned up and prepared for prayer. Because I did not bring a mukena, I prayed wearing the white clothes I wore yesterday... 🤭 But after the prayer, I changed my clothes again with the master's clothes that I wore last night.

After the prayer, I see that the master is still sound. Not knowing what to do in the room, I finally decided to leave the room and find an idea, what to do so early...

I stepped towards the kitchen, there was mak Surip preparing to cook. I approached.

"Good morning, mother... " Salamku's. Mak Surip who was weeding vegetables raised his face to look at me.

"Morning too, Neng... " Sahut mak Surip's.

"What is it, mom? I asked while sitting next to him.

" Want to make vegetable lodeh... " Answer mak Surip.

"I helped ya... " Say me as I reach for a long string of beans and begin to execute them by pulling them up into much shorter pieces. (when the name remains long beans... 😅).

"Neng ain't nothing here?" Surip asked while looking at me like he was worried.

"Why indeed?" I asked back. I don't know, what's the danger if I'm here?

"Sorry, neng. Previously mak Surip wanted to ask, Nurul's relationship with Mr. Bagas...?" Tanya mak Surip hangs.

"Oh. I was chosen by Miss Supami to serve Mr. Bagas..."

"Oh, so you're a waiter... " Say someone cut my answer. Immediately, Surip and I turned to the direction of the sound.

There, passing through the kitchen doorway, Pure looks stepped closer. I was surprised to see the clothes he was wearing. She only wears a daleman dress that is as far as I am, usually only for outerwear. The dress is made of fine and soft silk, but thin enough to be worn just like that. And again... Well, that's his neck hemisphere really low. 😲

"It is also good that your fate can be a servant of Mr. Bagas..." He said again, then sat in a kitchen chair that was quite high. The dress that was only a thigh length was used to sit must have been exposed, until his thighs were exposed almost to the base.

"Heh?! " My reaction was confused because of the salfok with the dress.

"Have you been told what are you the same, sir?" Pure asked like interrogating me.

"Well, yes, just plain clean the room, clean the bath water and change clothes..." Honestly answered.

"Here, you don't have to do that. That's my job as his personal assistant. Mr. Bagas' business let me take care of it... " Pure Command just like that, as if I were his subordinate.

"Well, no need, ma'am. Just let me... " I object. What does this guy mean? I have not been serving my husband... If you look at the way he dresses, don't-don't....

"Mak Murni, mbak did live here or just happened to be staying here?" I asked back.

"I don't live here, but I stay here a lot. Especially since you often need my help at night..." Pure replied so much, giving the impression that he was like a permanent resident of this house. Instantly imagined by me, the figure of Pure, dressed like that roamed freely in this house, serving the needs of Mr. Bagas.... My husband?!

Hu'uh

Wrong, if I suddenly feel annoyed and do not like him?

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