Help my Handsome Ghost

Chapter 4. Mak Wati's

"Why, Mom?" andra asked as if innocent.

"You transfer money to your girlfriend?" ask Santiani.

"Yes," Andra replied while nodding.

"Which other boyfriend, Ndra anyway? Jelina?" guess Santiani.

"Not."

"Yerah?" guess what else made Andra shake her head.

"Keep who?"

"Yama" answered Andra.

"New girlfriend again?" guess Santiani.

Andra sighed then sat on the handle of the sofa chair and she nodded.

"Jeez, Andra. A new girlfriend may be but that doesn't mean you transfer money to her with that kind of money."

"Oh, dong, Mom. Andra's just a little money transfer, a time of protest, anyway?"

"Andra, why are you, really just fighting with Mommy?" the question is not thought out.

"Ah, that's it, Mom! Andra wants to take a shower," Andra said and then stepped off up one by one the steps.

"The hydra!!! Mommy's not done talking to you, Andra!!!" shouts Santiani.

Andra did not stop her steps leading her to keep stepping up to her room. Andra turned the door algae and stepped inside the room. He stared at his room which looked neat. Andra smiled cynically and then stepped closer to her mattress and pulled the blanket that had been neat even the pillows that had been stored neatly he threw in all directions.

Andra immediately threw her body into the mattress and grabbed her phone from her jacket pocket after making her room messy.

"Die it!!!" yelled Andra while playing a finger on the surface of her phone.

No answer made Andra close her eyes tightly.

"God!!!" yell Andra.

"Yes, sir" said the old woman in a white uniform who was now standing at the entrance while looking at Andra who was sleeping on her stomach behind her.

He's Wati, the oldest servant in the house. She is a maid who has helped take care of Andra since childhood until now. Whatever you need is always served quickly by Wati.

"Lo didn't clean my bed?" ask Andra.

"I cleaned it up, Sir," he replied in a soft tone.

Wati's eyes wailed in all directions staring at the pillows that were everywhere.

"Dirty cow?" whispered Wati as if asking herself. As he recalled the moment he left the room, this room was still clean and had been tidy but somehow his Master's room became a mess like this.

Andra held up her phone and brought it closer to her ear.

"Hello" said Andra.

A voice from across the street sounded.

"Kumpulin Our children are racing tonight at 11 pm" Andra said and then decided to call without waiting for a response from a phone call.

Andra got up from her bed and smiled looking at Wati who was now silent looking at her. Gray hair, wrinkled skin and a faint gaze became the view that Andra saw now.

"The more days the less good you work," said Andra.

"What?" cut Andra to make Wati speechless. He did not dare to speak.

"Lo want to say that you've cleaned and tidy up my room? Keep this what?" Point it at the pillows lying on the floor.

"But, sir, I-"

"Stop!" cut Andra managed to make Wati back in silence.

"From today, I'm fired!" andra said without thinking long and immediately got up from the bed intending to go into the bathroom.

Wati's eyes widened in shock after hearing her Master's decision. Wati immediately ran towards Andra who was forced to stop his steps.

"Don't fire me, sir!" please Wati while holding Andra's feet while crying.

Andra was only able to fall silent staring at Wati who was bowed at her feet.

"What, anyway? Huh huh? Why do you prostrate like that?" asked Andra with her face that looked lazy.

"Don't fire me, sir!"

"Why don't you want to stop working here?" andra asked, however, not the answer he got but the sound of crying from Wati.

"There go!" tell Andra to push Wati's hand, which was holding her leg tightly.

Wati's grip was released, she was seen crying so painfully as she looked at Andra who had now vanished after closing the bathroom door.

Wati rubbed her cheeks slowly and then got up from the floor. There's no way he's forcing his master not to fire him while Andra is bathing inside, let alone Wati poultice how Andra would bathe. Andra always plays rock music while taking a shower so it's useless to beg outside while Andra won't hear it because of the sound of rock music.

Wati stepped up and picked up the pillows one by one and put them on the mattress, tidying up the white sheets and tidying up the messy blankets.

Wati does not care, as bad as Andra or as bad as Andra's attitude to him, he will not leave this house. To Wati, Andra was like her own son. He always looked after Andra from childhood until now when Santiani and Pafang, Andra's father was not home.

Wati smiled while holding the door algae. He stared at all sides of Andra's room which had returned neatly and then closed the door tightly and then walked away from Andra's room.

7 Minutes Later...

Andra rubbed her hair with a white towel and then she smiled looking at her face in the reflection of the glass mirror in her luxurious bathroom.

"Gue tired. I think I want to die, huh."

"Gue is tired of living like a gini, just" he continued.

Andra exhaled a long breath and combed back her black hair with her fingers.

"I don't think anyone in this world cares about me."

Andra poked her lips and immediately stepped out of the bathroom. Andra's steps stopped when she managed to stare at her mattress which has now returned neatly just like what she saw when she first entered her room.

"Mak Wati, mak Wati. Why, never quit your job? In fact, the purpose of Andra fire Mak Wati is good."

"Andra just do not want if mak Wati still continues to work even though mak Wati is now getting older."

"Andra does not want if Mak Wati is tired of working at the age of Mak Wati who should sit back."

Not long after Andra opened her wardrobe and grabbed a black T-shirt with a skull and black lepis pants and threw it on the mattress. Today he's going to a wild race to celebrate the birthday of the black motorcycle gang.

Birthdays without wild races are empty, it is incomplete to celebrate birthdays if the tradition is not held every year.

Andra whistled while combing her hair in front of the mirror. Now he is ready with his simple appearance but does not make his appeal reduced. Andra stopped the movement of her hand that was combing her hair. Now both of Andra's eyes are fixed on the night sky decorated with twinkling stars so very beautiful.