Home Assistant

The Unexpected

That day came, Wita politely resigned and said goodbye to all the servants in Mr. Rahardian's house.

Bik Marni as the butler was quite surprised by what Wita did, but she had no right to resist the wishes of the young woman. Mulan who had been close to him was also astonished.

"Are you sure you want to stop working, Wit?" I don't know if Mulan has asked him such a question several times.

Wita was arranging her clothes, she sighed and smiled. "Yes, aren't you tired of asking that mulu?"

"Yes, you suddenly stopped, I was shocked. There's really nothing to worry about, right?" Mulan asked who looked worried.

"No, I just want to find a job at home. You pity my mother now at home alone." Wita was forced to lie but there was also a truth.

"Huhu, even though we are very solid, I like your cooperation because you are classified as nimble. Bik Marni also seems to like the results of your work. It's a pity."

"Well, I'm actually working here. But I promised my mother."

Finally, Mulan hugged the woman slowly. "Yes it's important that you don't forget me. Hope you got a better job than this." He patted Wita's back with affection.

In the embrace, Wita did not feel tears dripping, immediately he wiped it so that Mulan did not realize it.

After a few minutes of parting, Wita immediately stepped foot leaving the housing heavily.

He walked by carrying a large bag on his shoulder. Not much to take, but enough to drain the sweat. Moreover, he had to walk out of the housing which was quite a distance away.

He was already at the end of the residential exit, he circulated his gaze and found a black car he knew parked on the shoulder of the road.

He walked towards the car. Just as Wita opened the door of the car, a sound that was heard playing in his ear.

"Got long! I almost died tired of waiting for you" said Adnan who was at the wheel.

"Salah parking it too far, you don't see me carrying a lot of luggage?" replied Wita who did not want to lose, she also felt tired.

Adnan snorted in annoyance, the two that he did not like in this world. One, a chatty woman and the other she doesn't like to be told to wait.

"The reason, the bag is just that. Anyway if I park inside there will be suspicious."

"Jude, don't protest. You forgot I was pregnant. Carrying something this heavy also requires caution. Thank goodness someone helped, but no one's power is sensitive."

He saw the face of Wita who still left tired on his face. Finally Adnan also pursed his lips that were about to answer the nagging of the woman beside him. Without saying much more, he drove his car.

Both of them were silent with their own thoughts. Actually they will go to Wita's house and ask for her mother's blessing.

That woman is very upset. What would happen if he came home suddenly with a man who wanted to marry him? His mother must have been very surprised. It feels like he is also unable to if he has to explain that he is now two-bodied.

He looked at Adnan who looked calm and focused on driving. Is this guy really gonna convince his mom?

Adnan who looked at it like that also realized it.

"You don't have to worry, let me explain everything to your mother." Adnan finally spoke.

Adnan was aware of his anxiety. Wita turned her eyes forward again.

"Is your father really no news?" Adnan knows a little bit what happened.

"Oh, I'm also dizzy thinking about him sir." Wita Vivid.

"Oh yes, please don't call me master. Your mother will suspect."

Wita scrunched her forehead looking astonished. "Keep calling him what?"

"Mas can too, which is common. Not too formal. You're not my housekeeper anymore."

"Masss. "repeat the parroted Wita.

"Mas.. Adnan?" said Wita again awkwardly.

There was an amused stroke when Adnan heard the call. "I also called you a mas."

Unlike Adnan, Wita looks red, somehow his reaction is like that. Because for the first time he called a man like that, luckily the man beside him was still focused on driving so did not notice it.

Adnan continued speaking. "And from now on, we'll just use 'me-you. If you wear 'me-you' is too formal. We're going to be husband and wife."

When he saw that there was no reaction from the woman, Adnan asked again.

"Do you understand Wit?"

"Yes understand, M. as." said Wita slowly. It's up to this guy to do it.

The car arrived at the yard of a very simple house, Wita went down first and was followed by Adnan.

The house looks empty. Wita knocked several times and said hello.

"Oh, this is Wita."

There is no truth from within. Wita tried to come back.

"Hum, open the door.."

"You sure your mom's inside?" Adnan asked who saw that no one had opened the door.

"A. I'm sure. I never go anywhere."

"Try your phone, maybe your mother fell asleep." Wita also directly obeyed what Adnan said.

Call after call turned out to be the same as not being picked up, his hunch saying something was wrong. Adnan heard the phone ringing from inside. "Wait, keep calling like I heard something."

Sure enough, he heard a ringtone. Adnan told Wita to get out first. He tried to open the door in front of him that was locked.

Without waiting for approval from the owner of the house, Adnan broke down the door hard. A few times he did, the door finally opened.

Wita ran and looked for her mother. Not long after, Wita found her mother.

But..

"Let's.. Aa...." Shouted Wita in shock mixed with grief.

Adnan who was behind him was also very surprised. He immediately hugged and closed the girl's eyes to get away from her mother's place.

The sound of crying was heard, in his arms Wita thrashed to want to approach her mother.

"Lepa.. Sinn. I want to help mom mas.." he said as he pleased.

"No, we have to call the police first."

"Make what? He can still be helped. Let's help mom.." Those hopeful eyes looked at Adnan desperately.

Adnan as a doctor and was used to a pale face that was clearly visible on the face of Wita's mother, just once saw it was conscious if it was impossible to happen.

Adnan hugged Wita tightly. It must be hard being this girl. With her own eyes, she saw the mother who was always there for her hanging on a rope..

and

lifeless..