Just a Servant
Lady Silvia is tired.

"Put it on that table, ma'am... " Said.

It sounds like he's emphasizing the word mbak at the end of the sentence. It seemed that he wanted to show the mothers who were spitting on his feet that he appreciated a servant by calling him "the baby". But at once there was a tinge of abuse I guess.

Yes, I know, Miss Silvia called mbak not because of my status as the wife of her sister-in-law, but just as a regular call as a master called her babak-mbak.

I stepped onto the round wooden table in the corner of the room. On the left right of the table there is a wooden chair also in a round shape, with cream-colored round pads, very harmonious with the color of the wood plitur.

Be careful I put a tray on that table. Try as much as possible not to make a sound. At first glance I noticed a picture of a picture of the picture adorning the table next to a vase containing chrysanthemum flowers.

"It's very romantic for them." Thought.

The photo shows Silvia posing standing under a shady tree with Mr. Nugraha holding her tightly behind her. Her right hand touched her husband's cheek while her left hand piled up with her husband's hand on the abdomen.

Without me being able to prevent it, my mind floated, imagining that the person who was photographed was me and Mr. Bagas.

I imagine the figure of Mr. Bagas who is like a prince, hugging me who is like an ash-upik...

"Duh, I don't think it's compatible with amet..." I grimaced with my own shadow.

But regardless of the issue of harmony or not us both. I really want, someday, to take a picture with Mr. Bagas. Yes, if someday I can no longer accompany you, (who knows, Mr. Bagas then fully healed, and he does not need me anymore...) At least I have memories that show that I was once his wife.

"Thank you, ma'am..." Madame Silvia said, pulling my focus back. Immediately I turned to face him.

"Yes." Yeah." My heart while nodding.

"Mbak Nurul, I asked the waiter to make a drink for this mbok? Than a long time ago, can I make all the drinks here...?" Madam Silvia then said with a smile, which if adjusted to the gaze of her eyes was not friendly, but even intimidating. Then what else can I say, other than words...

"Good mistress. "

"Yes soon, ma'am. Pity the mbok already here..." Imbuh mrs Silvia.

"Good mistress. " I answered again, nodding.

"Would you make a drink what's the mbok, madam? " Ask me.

"What do you want to drink, mbok?" Madame Silvia asked.

"Tea is nothing, ndhuk." Answer the mbok while looking at me.

"Express, mbok. Excuse me for the drink, mbok... Madam." I nodded at both. The mangosteen with a smile. Mistress Silvia did not reply.she was busy fiddling with HP in her hands.

In my shadow, after I finished making tea for the mbok who seemed to be massaging the legs of Silvia's mistress earlier, my work was done. But apparently not brothers.

Finished making tea, Madame Silvia told me to prepare lunch for the embok. When I'm done preparing, the lady asks for her soup.

"Sir, please bring the soup here. My feet ache this, it asked to be massaged equally symbok, out of yesterday's eye asked to be cemented at the Bagas mas event... If mbak Nurul is already ordinary yes pacing... " Said.

"Yes, ordinary for being forced... " I murmured in my heart.

Without saying much, I brought the soup I had placed on the table before Miss Silvia. Madame Silvia had already placed a pillow over her lap for the runway to put the tray.

"Yeah it's not hot anymore... " Said after tasting the soup two three spoons. Then he stirred up the soup in a lazy and disappointed style.

"Sir, please bring me a new soup, which is still hot." Said.

I sighed muffling furiously. My body feels really tired. My stomach is hungry too. But I still have a job that is charged to me. Yes indeed, the distance from the kitchen to Silvia's mistress's room was not too far away. But if the back and forth continues, the tremor also feels like a leg.

I who had originally retreated a few steps from the bed finally stepped back closer.

"I'll get it, madam... " I said while looking down. I bent over to pick up the tray on the lady's lap.

"Don't be long... I'm hungry, my stomach likes to relapse if it's late... " Said again. I nodded back.

"Sup this if you want to make it..."

DEG

My heart feels really sick. We waiters do sometimes want to eat the "remnants" of the food of the bosses. Look at the food conditions first. If it was still clean not mixed, we could have spent the leftover food. But if the shape alone is disgusting, of course we think also to taste the food.

If this soup can be in the form of soup is not much changed from the initial appearance, in addition to the fried onions that are now mixed with the sauce, the soup is not much changed, but seeing the mistress who tasted it first made my stomach eneg even though just looking at it.

"Thank you, ma'am..." My solute.

I stepped out of the room. But not yet at the door, Miss Silvia called me back.

"Sir, you'll bring watermelon to wash his mouth, yeah." His order.

I'm nodding.

"You guys with the detergent aren't madam... " Rose me in my heart.

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Almost two o'clock in the afternoon. I threw my body on my bed.

"Oh my God, so tired... " I said to myself.

I straightened my legs on the bed. I swear, very good. Fortunately, Mr. Bagas called, when I just finished delivering the soup order. So I had a reason to run away from that dandy granny.

Mr. Bagas asked me to take a picture of a piece of documents on the desk in his room. For that reason, I say goodbye to Miss Silvia.

Just photographing a piece of document is certainly only a moment. But of course I didn't say that just now. I could be told to do it again later.

After taking pictures of the documents, I went to the kitchen to eat. With lodeh vegetable long beans and two pieces of fried tempeh, so also my lunch.

After eating, this is where I enjoy the throbbing pain from my leg muscles.

"Shall you pray, Nur?" Tanya Tati one of my roommates who did not know when to enter, knew already next to his own mattress, was holding a prayer, preparing to pray.

"Eh? Haven't. Straightening this leg, really big pegel..." I answered while looking at him.

"Come soon. It's time to end this..." Say Tati again while wearing her face. I nodded, not knowing, he saw my nod or not.

For a while I noticed Tati who had started her prayers. The silent atmosphere coupled with the fatigue I felt, made my eyes grow heavy wanting to shut.

"Astaghfirullah's... " I was shocked when I accidentally fell asleep for a few seconds. I blinked my eyes trying to gather the consciousness that had escaped earlier. After being perfectly conscious, I forced my body to rise from the bed.

I ransacked my own pocket, took out thousands of HP and money from my pocket. I put all my pockets in a box that was our locker in that room. After that, I picked up a change of clothes, and rushed to the bathroom. I must fill my absence on this earth, before the angry nature calls me home to His main headquarters.

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