A Servant After Marriage

Origin Ify 1

Heavy rain and lightning strikes are currently hitting small and simple housing in a village. A teenage girl in the estimated just graduated smp just returned home with a wet situation due to rain.

The wooden door with green paint was tightly closed from the outside so that the teenager named Zaira gave a strong push to call his uncle and aunt.

"Auntie...!uncle...!open the door..."

"Auntie...!Uncle....!!!Quickly open the door...!!"

"Bi!!"

Checklek...The door opened with the appearance of an uncle and aunt right in front of the inner doorway.

"Just come home!keep selling the cakes you sell today!"Ask his aunt with a pressure-filled amulet.

For a moment uncle Zaira looked at a slap containing cakes that still look intact in wet conditions.

"Hey, look what you're doing with these cookies!"Said his father who was no less chatty than the aunt.

Zaira gave a heavy breath, indeed this time she spoke in a shivering tone from the cold.

"Sorry aunt uncle! I can't sell these cookies until it's gone because there's a satpolpp so I run and it keeps raining all of a sudden"

"So the rain why don't you hang out first, see that so long loss me. Your work is no crap!"

"I'm sorry aunt" said Zaira, looking down miserably.

While the lightning continues to strike and the lightning flash of the lightning bounces on them.

"Mom, you mending we go in first now ma'am. See the rain and lightning so dasyat better we enter father do not want to be so empty because struck by lightning."

Darso pulls his wife Lasmi to go inside the house as well as Zaira who wants to go inside. But Bi lasmi intercepted him.

"ets what you do, you don't go in through the front but through the back. I don't want my floor to look dirty because of your wet body!"

Brakk!!!

Zaira is currently in her room holding a glass of warm tea and sipping the tea slowly while her uncle and aunt are eating well while enjoying the television spectacle in the living room.

"Zaira...!!"

"Zaira.. !!Come here...!"

"Yes what's wrong bik...!!" Zaira quickly stood up then she ran towards the living room.

"Tomorrow we have a job for you," said Bi Lasmi while chewing yam chips.

Zaira knitted her two eyebrows.

"Bik's work, what else.."

Instead it wasn't the aunt who forwarded the words but Darso's uncle.

"I have acquaintances of friends in the market there and he has a clothing store well he said he needs employees.continue your uncle and aunt agree to be you karwayan in the character."

Zaira shook her head weakly, Again her uncle and aunt only made her a source of currency while they were not working.

"No uncle, I can't tomorrow I have to apply for a high school, I think it's much more important."

Bik Lasmi also looks angry to the point that he kicked off the table.

"What's going on with school! No you do not need to continue school. Your school limit is enough in the smp only, so you do not need to continue school up to the High School level"

"Yes that's right your aunt said, you don't have to go to school anymore, all you have to do is find money, money and money."

"But it's.."

"Enough Zaira! Aren't you grateful for our service that raised you until now. Remember you're the orphan we picked up from the orphanage, you should know yourself not to run."Hardik bik Lasmi on Zaira.

While Zaira only cried miserably while clenching her hands while listening to both the decisions of her aunt and uncle.