Forced To Be A Maid In My Husband's House

Chapter 19

Bik Darsih looked down inside. The man walked forward approaching himself.

"Say what you just said?" ask the man in a sharp tone.

"Sorry, Ma'am," said Bik Darsih.

"You know that I can make you lose your job easily? Especially when Mas Abian is losing his memory. I can provoke him to fire you. So, don't talk carelessly! Just watch out if you slip up and tell Abian that I'm cheating on you! You will be sorry!" snapped Inge.

Yes, that woman is Inge. He was so furious to hear Darsih's talk about his affair first. Do not let the maid's carelessness in saying, Abian so know the truth.

"I... Yes, Ma. I'll keep my mouth shut" replied Bik Darsih.

Bik Darsih is afraid of losing his job. Moreover, this job is a source of income for his family. Bik Darsih has two children to be financed in the village, while her husband is just a odd job that is not necessarily her income. From his job, Bik Darsih can help his mothers finances.

"It's good that you understand" Inge said. "Ohya, what's the food at home?"

"Sorry, Madam Inge. There is no food at home. It's just white rice. What's the matter, Sister Inge?"

"Bik, Bibik, would you ask for fried rice?" ask Zahira when she comes out of the room. He hasn't seen Inge there.

"Ouh. Just make it for me and Mas Abian too." Inge was willing to rule.

"Let me do it, Ma'am." Bik Darsih offered himself.

"No. I want him to make me some fried rice" Inge said, pointing at Zahira. "Don't stay long because we're hungry!" cynically.

The ladies then passed away leaving Bik Darsih and Zahira.

"Mbak Hira, let Bibik make his fried rice." Bik Darsih was about to grab the knife and onion from the hand of his wife.

"No, Bik. Just let me. The one who wants to eat my husband too." Zahira refused. She continued her activities of making fried rice special for her husband.

Inge awakens Abian as soon as Zahira's fried rice matures. Once home, Abian chose to rest to relieve the pain in his head.

"Mas, wake!"

Abian opened his eyes. "What's up, Nge?" ask Abian.

"Eat, Mas. I made you a special fried rice." Inge helps Abian to sit down. "Is his head still hurting?"

"No already. Thank you, Nge, because you're so considerate."

"Yes, Mas. Equally, his name is also a prospective wife" said Inge. He gave Zahira's fried rice, which was recognized as his work, to Abian. "Eat, Mas. Still an angel!"

Abian smile. He put the fried rice in his mouth.

"What's up, Mom?" inge asked as he saw Abian suddenly fall silent.

"The taste of fried rice is like a stranger to me," replied Abian Lirih.

"And that's your favorite fried rice, Mas," said Inge.

"Mas, how does it feel?"

"Enak. Is this you who made it?"

"Yes. It will be more delicious if added shrimp and squid. Especially if you add a pete slice. Beh, it feels steady, Mas. Unfortunately, there is nothing in the refrigerator. But, if Mas Abian really likes my fried rice, tomorrow I will buy all the ingredients so that Mas can taste the delicious fried rice mixed with pete. How's it?"

"Here, Mom, open your mouth! Aaaa!"

The woman in the shadow fed the rice into Abian's mouth.

"You too, dear."

Abian also put rice into the woman's mouth.

The shadow of himself with a woman talking while enjoying fried rice suddenly swirled in his head. Unfortunately, the woman's face was not clearly visible in Abian's memory. Because what appeared on his head was only a black-colored silhouette.

"Mas," call Inge. "What's wrong?"

Abian looked at Inge for a moment. He was sure, the woman he looked at in his mind was not Inge.

"Mas" call Inge again.

"Ah, that's okay," replied Abian who again bribed the food into the mouth.

Uhuk... Uhuk... Uhuk!

"I'll get you some water first, Mom." Inge placed the plate in his hand on the nightstand. He immediately came out of Abian's room and rushed towards the kitchen.

There Inge sees Zahira sitting with Bik Darsih with a plate of fried rice to be enjoyed which is still on the table.

Judes took a glass and filled it with water. However, while passing through Zahira he accidentally spilled water on top of Zahira's fried rice.

"Ups. Sorry, my hands are slippery," Inge sneered.

Zahira got up from where she was sitting and gave her sharp gaze to Inge.

"Why? Wanna get mad?" ledek Inge's.

Zahira clenched her hand.

"Mbak Hira is patient, Ma'am. Don't fuck around with Inge! He must deliberately make Mbak Hira angry continue to look for reasons to meet Mas Abian. Don't let Mas Abian even consider Ma'am Hira a troublemaker." Bik Darsih whispered in Zahira's ear.

"You're right, Bik. Some girls like him if servedin even more become." Zahira chose not to care about Inge. He took out a plate of fried rice that Inge had just sprinkled and brought it to the wahskafel. And that certainly made Inge more furious.

"How dare you ignore me" Inge sighed.

Inge was about to push Zahira's body, but unfortunately Zahira managed to dodge. And that made Inge fall and almost hit the floor.

"Are you okay?" asked Zahira she tried to help Inge to stand up. However, the woman who wanted to seize Abian refused the aid by shaking off Zahira's hand.

"Nge. Where're you? He said he wanted to drink water. How long?" abian's voice came from upstairs.

"I'm here, Mas" Inge replied. The woman grinned. This is an opportunity to make Zahira ugly in Abian's eyes.

"Here, Mas!" exclamation Inge.

Abian went down the stairs to the bottom floor. He walked into the kitchen to where Inge was. Abian gasped at the thing that was happening before him.

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GAES, MOUSE. I WILL UP CHAPTER 20 YOU READ AND READ THE CHAPTERS YOU PASS. READ IT SLOWLY TO READ THE SYSTEM. THANKS FOR THE COOPERATION.