Just a Servant
Nothing has changed.

The two continued the conversation casually while feeding Sasa until the rice on the plate ran out. On that occasion, the two agreed that no matter what happened, they would not change their friendship status.

"Noor...! " Call the two voices almost simultaneously, making Nurul and Rara turn their heads instantly. Not far from them, saw Sulis and Yudi standing across. Sulis stood on the sidewalk of the kitchen door leading out of the fence. While Yudi stood on the doorstep leading into the house.

"What's wrong? " Task Nurul while turning to the two who walked over.

"That's the boy's father... " Sulis said.

After hearing Sulis reply, Nurul turned to Yudi waiting for an answer from him.

"You're looking for Mr. Bagas, they're waiting for you in the library... " Answer replied Yudi, who understood the meaning of Nurul's gaze.

"Who is looking for Mr Bagas? " Tanya Nurul made sure.

"Yes... " Answer Yudi.

"Kok you said, they...? " Nurul questioned the pronouns of the person used by Yudi earlier. If you use their word, it means Mr. Bagas is not alone, right?

"Mr Bagas with Ms. Supami...." Yudi Terang.

Nurul's mouth immediately rounded saying a long "Oooh" without a sound.

"Yes, that... Sulis, please take Sasa to his father huh. I have to go in first... " Nurul said, which was immediately embraced by Sulis.

" sasa... Sasa sama mbak Sulis first yes, mbak Nurul there need to be a moment... " Pamit Nurul on Sasa. At first Sasa was silent when he heard Nurul say goodbye, but when he saw Nurul step away from him, he began to tickle.

Nurul knew, Sasa would soon cry. Actually he did not have the heart to leave it, but the call from his master was more important to carry out. There were Sulis and Rara.

"Udah. there quickly enter... " Rara's orders at once signal, so that Nurul does not have to worry about Sasa. Nurul just smiled thankfully and then rushed away, before he heard Sasa's crying voice and made it even more unbearable to leave him.

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Nurul walked towards the library. Throughout the room he passed, the other servants were busy cleaning up the remnants of the banquet.

At first glance there is a thought in Nurul's head... Who is this show really? Why did he not feel at all connected to the event that just took place? As if, this event was organized for someone else, and he was just a servant as usual. The only difference is that right now, he's not being asked to do the job... How, it feels weird meddling that way?

Unknowingly Nurul let out a long breath. I don't know if it's an improvement on his life now or not. Hopefully, he didn't go wrong. Wasn't his intention from the beginning just to serve...? So that he doesn't live another day?

Nurul's steps stopped in front of a door with a golden brown color. At the door there is no "Libraries" as there are in schools or other institutions, but everyone who lives in this house knows that it is a library room.

"Bismillah... " His murmured softly, and he knocked at the door that was before him now. Sounds like he told her to come in. Once again Nurul sighed, before turning the door handle and pushing it.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... " Hail.

"Waalaikum greetings... " The people who are already inside. Nurul saw, in addition to Mr. Bagas and Mrs Supami, it turns out that there was also a mistress Santi and a mistress Yulia...

The two mistresses sat on opposite chairs, blocked by a long wooden table that stretched in the middle of the room. On the chair at the end of the table, sat madam Supami. While Mr. Bagas, as usual, was sitting in his wheelchair, taking a position next to his mother's seat.

"Yes, Allah...What is this...?" Ask Nurul in my heart. Unsolicited, without being told, also without being able to be held, immediately Nurul's heart beat without a clear rhythm. Moreover, receiving the gazes of the four people, it felt like wanting in the trial so tense.

"Sit, Nur... " Mrs Supami's Order.

Nurul can only nod his head. I don't know, his throat suddenly like dry until just to say "good mistress" was not able to.

Nurul sat himself down slowly, feeling very afraid when he let out a sound in the middle of the silence of the atmosphere in the room.

For a few seconds they stared at each other, as if confused, how to start this conversation. Nurul himself would definitely not dare to start. Until suddenly, mistress Santi voiced out, but not to convey something to Nurul...

"Mom, I'll say goodbye first... " Said while standing.

Madam Supami was just about to answer the words of Miss Santi, when lady Yulia also suddenly spoke and said the same thing.

"Me too, ma'am... " Said. Madame Supami's gaze was instantly distorted, from Madame Santi to mistress Yulia.

Madam Supami sighed...

"Yes... " The answer is short. The two daughters-in-law then stepped towards the exit. Madam Yulia walked slightly ahead, while mistress Santi still had time to pat and squeeze Nurul's shoulders gently, as if to express her support through that touch. Not a word came from her mouth, but Nurul felt a warmth in her heart.

The door to the library room was closed again. Now there are three of them in the room. Nurul ventured to look at the face of lady Supami and Bagas at a glance, only to be able to read the situation. But their expressions were flat, there was not much to guess from that expression. Nurul then looked down again.

"Yes, that's what's going to happen..." Nurul's heart whispers.

"Nurul... I have something to tell you about your new status in this house..." Madame Supami said, starting the conversation. Nurul nodded weakly. Showing that he is ready to listen to anything that will be conveyed by his employer.

Actually, Madam Supami spoke at length with her graceful language style typical of a noble, but of the length of the mistress' speech, which entered Nurul's brain, which is the essence of the conversation it is...

"... Your marital status with my grandson Bagas is religiously valid. It's just that, for the lawful state, Bagas still processes the necessary documents for it...

" .. And as long as all that process goes on, I apologize, your status as Bagas' wife should be kept for a while... "

Up here, Nurul's chest feels like tightness. It wasn't because of her marital status that made her feel so. Yes, there is also an effect, but not the main one. The most makin nyesek because immediately he remembered, if he was a person without identity. YOU ARE NOBODY!

Nurul squeezed out her own fingers that were on her lap. His focus suddenly disappeared. Madam Supami's voice is like a back sound is not clear in the distance. Suddenly he felt another hand grab his hand. Pull it into another lap.

Nurul's eyes followed the direction of her hand. With a frown he looked up, to see, who was pulling his hand. Mr. Bagas. I don't know since when, the man was already beside her.

"You're nothing, right, with the things that Grandma said? " Task Bagas slowly.

"Heh...?! " Nurul is a bit disinclined. "Oh, yes." Sahut Nurul is rather original.

Originally, he did not understand what the last lady of Supami had said. But it seems that the point is not much different from what he said at the beginning (like).

In essence, there was no drastic change just because of her marriage to the employer. Nurul now, still the same as Nurul who yesterday.

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