Just a Servant
Madam Madam

After a few minutes of driving, the car began to enter the cottage environment. Mr. Mamat went down briefly as they were about to enter the gate, to inform the local guards of who came with him.

Actually the Darmawan family car has been memorized by the lodge guards, but for the sake of administrative order, Mr. Mamat must fill in the guest book that has been prepared in the security guard post.

After filling the guest book, Mr. Mamat then took his car across the cottage gate and immediately approached the cottage secretariat building to lower the package of cakes they brought, so that it could be distributed by the cottage.

"That little package should not be carried away, Matt... " Suppami's voice sounded reminiscent.

Mr. Mamat nodded and immediately set aside the box-shaped package of cakes.

"Mboten... "

"Mom, we go down here just yuk. let his car be taken by Mr. Mamat to the rear parking lot... " Santi's proposal to her in-laws.

"Oh, yes. Mat, you'll pick us up by the road behind the cottage... " Sahut mrs Supami agreed, as well as giving direction to the driver.

"Remember, Him." Answer Mamat understood.

Yes, the cottage manager's house does have two entrances. One passed through the cottage environment, the other passed through the residential neighborhood behind the cottage.

Mrs Supami got out of the car with the help of Mrs Santi. I stood by them, just in case they suddenly needed my help.

"Nur, get that box of cookies... " Mrs Supami's orders. I immediately moved to retrieve the box of cake in question. A cake box made of cardboard with mica plastic on the lid, making me able to peek at the contents of the box. Not only did the cake turn out, there were other cakes as well.

There is a layer cake, rainbow sponge, and other foods wrapped in banana leaves. I guess from the shape, it must be nagasari cake. Nyem.

"Corn... " Take Miss Supami while stepping ahead. Madam Santi accompanied and I immediately followed behind them a little.

We headed to the house I had visited before. The house where Mr. Bagas said our wedding.

Instantly the shadow of Mr. Bagas filled my mind. There was a strange beat I felt. Also the sensation of the kiss this morning, as if back I feel, makes my romantic feathers brushed for a moment.

To distract myself, I swivel the wedding ring that the master pinned after the marriage contract. Why do I suddenly miss you, sir?

Ouch... Don't gini dong... I don't want to fall in love. Later if you suddenly feel no need for me anymore, I continue to be removed?

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Greetings madam Supami pulled my focus back. It turned out that we had already reached the doorway that was wide open.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... " Mrs Santi is now the one who is greeting.

"Waalaikum greetings... " Sounds of sound from within. Soon a young woman appeared from behind the inner door.

"Loh, Miss Supami... Monggo ma'am, monggo please come in... " Greet the woman and rush over to kiss the back of the hand of lady Supami and mistress Santi. He also cheered me. I smiled happily, he did not consider me just a display here.

"Please sit down, Mom... For a moment, I called her Nyai ma'am... " Say that woman again.

"Sir, this brings you in..." Madame Supami said as she gestured me to give her the box I brought to her.

I handed over the box that the woman received with gratitude.

"Thank you very much, ma'am. Just sec...." He said, and then he walked out of the room.

"Oah, thank God, the arrival of the great guest, this..." Said Nyai when she found us in her living room.

"Assalamu'alaikum Bu Nyai's... " Greet Miss Santi while standing up from her seat.

"Waalaikum salam warohmatulohi... " Said Ms. Nyai while hugging us one by one.

"Monggo please sit down..." Nyai ma'am invited Santi to sit down again.

"That, Miss Nyai, we were making a little cake for the Istighotsah event in the mosque, then suddenly remembered the children of the cottage, so we made quite a lot for them..." mrs Santi started the conversation.

"Thank you, thank you so much, the children would have loved to receive it... " Said Bu Nyai with gratitude.

In this cottage, the food rations of the students are not lacking but of course, food for so many students will not be equipped with pastries. Getting a cake delivery from the Darmawan family will certainly provide its own happiness for children who are learning this tirakat.

"Ndhuk, how are you? How's your husband doing?" Suddenly Ms Nyai turned to me, making me listen to her and then a little surprised.

"Eh, thank God, I'm good Nyai ma'am, monsieur is also good, ma'am ... " I answered awkwardly.

"Still calling your husband with a master call? " asked Bu Nyai with a slightly wrinkled forehead.

"Well... ?" I was confused as to what to answer. Master didn't ask me to change his call. My reflexes looked at Madam Santi asking for her opinion.

"Look this Nyai ma'am. because there are some internal problems in our family, for a while this marriage is still a secret. Therefore, the matter of the call has also not changed, for fear of making some people suspicious..." Miss Santi said giving an excuse.

"But ndhuk, you should know.not that we did not mean to lift you up to meet in our family... Since Bagas said the marriage contract yesterday. Since then I have considered you as my son... " Santi continued directly to me.

I was silent when I heard her words. I looked into his eyes looking for the truth of his words. I was afraid, the madam said that because she was in front of Ms. Nyai, the person who was indirectly my guardian mother for my marriage with Mr. Bagas. But it seems like madam sincerely said all that.

"Here, ndhuk... " Mrs Santi said suddenly as she spread her arms like she wanted to hug. Still with doubt I slowly approached. Suddenly, Miss Santi grabbed me half in her arms.

"Sepurane sing gedhe yo ndhuk..." * Madam Santi said as if feeling my doubt.

*(sorry profusely yes.).

Without my tears dripping. For months I felt like I was living alone. Now I have someone who wants to acknowledge me as a child. My happiness was so overflowing that I could not express it with words.

"Thank you very much, ma'am..." I said a little choked up because of sobs.

"I am the one who should thank you for ndhuk. because of you, Bagas has a passion for life again. He now wants to go back to healing his legs..." Madam Santi said as she took off her embrace. He looked at my face, while his thumb wiped the tears that had wet my cheek.

" From now on, if there's anything, don't hesitate to come to me... God willing, I will help you as much as I can.... And you can also start calling me by mother's call..."

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