Just a Servant
Me Time's.

After, chatting for a while with the cage children, Sulis and I immediately returned home.

Sulis immediately did his job of arranging the cakes on trays, to take them to the mosque. According to the orders of the lady.

I originally intended to help him arrange the cake (take a little tasting means.... 😅), but just got a line I arranged on a tray shaped box it, a friend of mine said that I was called by Santi's mistress.

"Nur, you're being told to go to the middle room now... " Said. I'm nodding.

"Rezeki mu Lis, this job is for all of you..." I said. Sulis. I'm laughing.

After finishing the piece of cake that I had already bitten earlier, I immediately went to see the madam in the living room.

In the middle room it turns out that Miss Santi is not alone. There's Miss Supami too.

"Nur... " Call Miss Santi as soon as her eyes see my presence. I walk closer.

"Alem, mistress... " I said after standing a distance of about a meter from where the madam was sitting.

"You get ready, yes, you will come to the cottage. Help bring cookies for the children of the cottage..." Miss Santi told me.

"Express, mistress... " Answer me.

To me, this Miss Santi is truly like a true mistress. He is soft-spoken, but firm. And cool again.if commanding, the tone of his voice is not at all bossy, but the people he ordered always feel doing his duty with a light heart and full of responsibility.

"We can't stay there long, ma'am.... " Santi continued to Madame Supami.

"Yes. later there will be istigosah, not good if we come late..." Ms. Supami.

"Yes, ndhuk. You get ready there. Later after the Ashar prayer we immediately set off, so as not to rush there... " Santi said back to me.

"Give me madam, excuse me..."

After seeing the madam nod, I took a few steps back, then just turned around to walk away.

Want to be invited to the cottage...? I have to wear "fast" clothes". And considering my clothes are almost all used clothes. It feels like nothing is suitable if used to accompany the mistress. Either me or the lady will be embarrassed if I wear my daily clothes.

With that in mind, I finally decided to wear one of the dresses that master bought for me yesterday.

I went to Mr. Bagas' room. Opening the bottom closet door, where my clothes were yesterday I kept.

In the closet there are still some clothes of the master stored. Actually, the master has told me to move his things to another room in the closet, so that my place to put the goods wider. But because my goods are not much, just by taking a row of piles, my clothes have been accommodated all.

I chose a turmeric-colored robe, with embroidered ornaments on the bottom of the neck and the armband. It's simple, but I like it.

When I finished choosing, I took a towel and went to the bathroom.

"That's okay, taking a shower here isn't anyone..." I thought.

"If you take a shower in the back bathroom, it will even be complicated to wear his clothes. People must be talking and lots of comments about this shirt..."

Thinking so, I went into the bathroom.

I enjoy this bath time by relaxing pampering myself. Soaking in a bathtub where the water I gave a little sweet soap, until if I move more and more created bubbles of water more and more as well.

It was so cool that I played bubbles, while occasionally humming the song Marry You from Bruno Mars

🎶 🎶

...It's a beautiful night,...

...We're looking for something dumb to do...

...Hey baby,...

...I think I want marry you...

...Is it the look in your eyes...

...or is it this dancing juice?...

...Who cares, baby,...

...I think I want marry you...

^^^🎶 🎶^^^

I created a big bubble by blowing out the thumb and forefinger circles. When a big bubble is created, I blow-blown so that the bubble stays in the air longer.

🎶 🎶

...Don't say no, no, no, no, no...

...And we'll go, go, go, go, go...

...If you're ready, like I'm ready...

^^^🎶 🎶^^^

Every now and then, I act like I'm singing in front of the mic using my fist instead of the mic.

🎶 🎶

...Just say I do...

...Tell me right now, baby...

...Tell me right now, baby, baby, oh...

...*It's a beautiful night,...

...we're looking for something dumb to do*...

...*hey baby,...

...I think I want marry you*...

...*Is it the look in your eyes...

...or is it this dancing juice*?...

...*Who, baby,...

...I think I want marry you*...

^^^🎶 🎶^^^

The vow! I'm really happy right now. It's been a long time since I've ever felt so free and comfortable.

In the back bathroom where can take a bath soaking. Not to mention too many people who use the bathroom, making users sometimes have to wait in line for some time. Can't take a shower singing. Not finished the shower, sometimes people have been tempted to ask for a quick change...

Actually I still feel at home soaking like that, if only my ears did not hear me look Adhan in the distance.

"Dead me..." I said a little panicked. I had been taking a shower too late. Adhan Ashar was already reverberating, but I even took a bath was not finished...

I got up from the bathtub. Unclog it and hastily rinse the body under the shower. Anyway until I'm ready, all I do in a hurry.

Hurry to get dressed, rush to pray, dress up (when only wear the same pupur lip tint doang) 😅 and immediately cuuus.

"You are ready to go... " Who is Santi's mistress when she sees me walking quickly.

"Expect mistress... " I replied while stopping a few meters nearby. Take my breath so that it doesn't look bad.

"Please ask Mr. Mamat to bring the cookies..." Madam's orders. I'm nodding.

"Come, mom. We wait in front... " Take Miss Santi to Miss Supami.

Lady Supami said nothing, but she got up from her seat and welcomed her daughter-in-law's hand. Joined, they walked towards the courtyard, where their family car was parked waiting.

I moved to pick up the small packets of cookies and followed them to the court.

"Leave that big pack, sir. Not strong enough to lift me... " I said to Mamat as we passed by the doorway.

"Berez, Nur. Mr. Mamat's business if the transportation problem transports mah... " Canda Mr. Mamat while laughing.

For a moment I searched.

"It looks like Nani's not coming with this. No way Nani is still behind, while her mistress is ready to get in the car. " I thought as I approached the car.

I put the package in the trunk, then walked to the front to sit next to the driver. Yes, if there is no Nani, my post is here...

Mr. Mamat put the package of cake into the trunk of the car. After that he rushed behind the wheel. After making sure everything is ready. The car moved slowly leaving the house.

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