(Tak) Bile Sepahit Bile

Section 6

The eagle's sharp eyes hit a man sitting alone in a guard post. He had sent his mother and other family back to their home. His steps were sure and heavy, shaking the hearts of those who stood bowing in front of the post.

"What are you doing there? Who allowed you to sit in there? Out!" cesar's words were cold and hard.

Cempaka waver, at once his heart shriveled in fear. Not obeying the orders of the man, he just lowered his head and two hands squeezing each other.

"You didn't hear?!" snapped Caesar jerking Cempaka body. "Say! Did you hear my orders!" the door again was still in a high shrill voice.

Cempaka closed his eyes in fear, biting his lips firmly suppresses weakness in the heart. However, all that was in vain, still his heart trembled.

"You-you"

"Y-yeah, Tu-lord. S-I heard," replied Cempaka stammered and softly.

"out! And get inside the house!" Orders that do not want a rebuttal.

Cempaka nodded without raising his head. Waiting for Caesar to turn around and leave first, he moved on. Sighs deeply and deeply, bringing her trembling legs to follow in the footsteps of her husband.

"He won't punish me, will he?" whisper to Arjuna.

"Don't get too close, Miss. It is not you who will be punished, but me" Arjuna replied in a whisper.

"Eh?"

Cempaka straightened his body, turned his head and immediately stiffened as he received a sharp gaze from the man standing in the doorway. He lowered his head, then took a step closer to the terrace.

"Please, Sir!" he said he allowed Caesar to enter the house first.

The man's gaze still shined a sharp glare at Arjuna's figure who lowered his head. Cempaka looked up because he did not get the authorization from the husband.

"Tu-lord-"

"I don't like you getting too close to him!" caesar entered the house.

Eh?

Cempaka looked at the confused back of the man, he turned to look at Arjuna who was still standing with the gatekeeper. The young man nodded asking Cempaka to obey what Caesar said.

"Hi! Why are you still there?" swearing Eva surprised Cempaka.

"Yes, Madam." Cempaka turned and entered the house. His tacky attitude got scorn from Caesar's first wife. He shook his head in gratitude for the attitude of the village Cempaka. This benefited him because Caesar would never glance at a woman who did not pay attention to appearance.

"Drag your feet and follow Yudi!" ketus.

Cempaka nodded his head, forcing both of his legs to follow in the footsteps of the middle-aged man walking up the stairs that were quite large again luxurious. Cempaka clucked softly, staring in admiration around incessantly. He was completely hypnotized by the situation.

Cempaka was taken to one of the three rooms on the second floor. The main room of course belonged to the mistress.

"This is the master room, the Madam's room. You should never enter it without orders from me!" A stern warning to Cempaka. The girl nodded obediently, after all who would check on her.

Cempaka was stunned when he heard strange noises from inside the room. He listened intently to the voice he first heard.

Cempaka scratched his head in confusion, but did not ask. Their steps continued through the living room on the second floor, on the right there were two rooms. One of them is the Cempaka room.

"This is your room. Come inside!" Yudi opened the door for her wide.

Cempaka put his head inside, looking briefly before bringing himself in. Again he was amazed by the state of the room. Although not the main room, but the breadth of the tenement that he lived in with the Baron.

"W-Is this really my room, sir?" ask Cempaka. Suddenly, my heart trembled to remember who had married her. He sipped his saliva imagining what kind of life he would live in the future.

"Yes, Miss. And sorry, just call Yudi not to wear sir!" The man smilingly told Cempaka.

However, the girl in front of him shook her head, rejecting the request from the middle-aged man.

"Father my father's age. If you just say the name, it feels disrespectful" Cempaka said with a smile on his lips.

Yudi's heart warmed, this was the first time he received warm treatment from the master.

"Thank you, Miss, but you won't like it." He slightly bent, his speech made Cempaka's forehead wrinkled confused.

"Why?" Asked with his innocent face.

"That's because I'm just a worker in this house, miss." He kept smiling, there was no disappointed look let alone the hatred on his almost wrinkled face.

"Oh. That ... later I try to talk to the master," he said as if he had a chance to express an opinion.

"Only if you are given a chance .. come! I'll show you your wardrobe." His hand stretched out, forcing Cempaka to stop the conversation and continue to look around.

Again, the girl was amazed to see a large cabinet made of the best wood in its class, standing solidly with charming classic flower carvings. There is a dresser with a large mirror next to the closet. Also the bathroom in the room.

"This is so big! Not like in my house," he said wiping the outskirts of the closet. He turned his head and asked, "May I open it?"

"Please!"

Cempaka turned the key, opened the closet slowly. He thought it was empty because it did not carry a thread except the one attached to his body.

"Who's this dress?" tanyanya's confused.

"That's yours, Miss. Everything in this room is yours. Master asked me to prepare all this. From now on use the clothes that are inside here. Your make-up kit is on its way home. I hope you can use it to please you, sir," Yudi said at length.

Dumbfounded Cempaka, for a lifetime he never had as many clothes as in the closet. Very neat and orderly. A satisfied smile was imprinted on his lips, admiring the hands of the workers who were so perfect in doing the work.

"But I can't dress up" Cempaka said honestly.

"You have to learn. Pleasing the heart of the master is necessary, so that his feelings are always happy. So, the state of this house will be spared from reinforcements," he said with a smile, but made Cempaka confused.

"I'm withdrawing. Please enjoy your rest time," said Yudi as he turned around and closed the door slowly.

Cempaka pensively, glancing at the mattress that he can make sure his comfort. The cool air of the air conditioner is rotating, making it feel comfortable. He crumpled on the bed trying to rest and forget all the wounds he had been through.