I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

the key to the mysterious puzzle in the main house

After waiting for quite a while, the woman who was guarding the cashier table also sighed.

"excuse me, could you please settle the payment, quickly? Behind there is waiting" said the cashier. Where Reni turned back.

"Awhile yeah. I was talking? With–" Reni stomped on her husband's feet, until Anwar complained. "My husband first. Hehe."

"But we can't wait long, we have to serve other customers."

"Quickly... Overpayments. I don't want to know!!" Bisik Reni, with a smile still expanding.

"What do you want to pay for, Ren? I don't have any money. My money is up" Anwar replied in frustration.

"IIisss... You're a real bitch... I really hate you, I hate you!!!" Reni hit the husband on the shoulder brutally, and from the commotion drew the attention of the other visitors, as well as those who were waiting their turn to pay.

"Sorry, can you guys not make a fuss here?" A security man approached and broke them both. Where the woman even pulled Anwar's hair violently.

"Please complete the payment or get out of here" continued the security.

Reni turned her head left and right, some people had already stolen a glance and whispered to each other.

"Iisssh...!!! Basic useless." Back Reni pulled Anwar's hair once again. "I don't want to know, pay!!! Pay for the shirt."

"He–stop, stop that action of yours. Aaaaaaaaa, RENIIII....!" Anwar.

Dunia and Devan, who were about to leave, turned to them. Watching the most depressing household drama, when the husband had to get hit many times. Which led to expulsion, when both of them were dragged out of the security. Kunia sighed, responding with a silly feeling.

They are both really yes...! (Kun)

"What's going on?" Devan asked the store manager.

"What I hear is, they can't pay for their groceries. And make a scene, sir." he replied.

Devan rounded his lips, ruffled his waist while shaking his head.

"The behavior of your ex-lover and best friend." Sindir Devan's. And the world does not care, no matter. Honestly, he'd like to see Anwar as needed. But let it be, be a punishment for him too.

After what he did, though never once asked for karma for the braking man. But the laws of nature are real. The proof is that Anwar can feel karma that fast. Yeah.yeah.yes... Hopefully with this he is deterred.

***

Her night...

In a different place, Ms. Asmia was arranging things. Prepare to go home when the time is getting late.

He picked up the spoon on the table. Clean the dirt underneath. For a moment his eyes were fixed on another table. There was a magazine that was lying to whom. He shook his head slowly, lamenting the careless for abandoning their luggage.

He walked to the table and grabbed it.

The first cover was a man in a suit he knew. Ms. Asmia was stunned, slowly landing her butt on one of the plastic stools.

Where is Ms Asmia going? Did Mamih fire Ms Asmia too?

Hoarse voice, teenage Devano suddenly ringed, holding his fattened body that felt heavy when stepping foot out of the Main house.

"Young Master, you look great now. And it looks fine. Even though I'm worried about you. About your safety." Quiet again, Ms. Asmia also remembered someone she had cared for.

#Flashback is on.

The visibly angry Devan halted his steps when he came across a middle-aged woman, who was assigned to be the main chef for her grandmother before disappearing two months ago.

"Young Master," he bowed politely, with his right hand holding the suitcase.

"Mom Asmia? Where are you going?"

Devan also looked back the more furious he made. His gaze was on the woman who was about to enter the house.

"Are you, dismissing Ms. Asmia too?" Devan headed towards the middle-aged woman nearby.

"How else, there's nothing he can do here. Because Omah no longer exists."

"Mah just disappeared... Not dead. So what's Miss Asmia stopping for?!"

Liliana stared intently at Bu Asmia, making the middle-aged woman bow.

"My Sa– who wants to get out of here, young master. Not because it was fired by Madam Lili." said Ms. Asmia, a little stammered. Devan also looked.

"Why? Didn't Ms Asmia also take up a job as my manager?" Devan patted his own chest.

He again raised his head to glance at Madam Lili, where clear circles dripped back.

"I... I've been wanting to retire young master. I'm tired of working, so I'm sorry. I'll have to excuse you."

"Mom Asmia–" Devan tried to hold her back, while her mother remained silent. He turned back to his mother.

"Alright– if Ms. Asmia leaves, then I will come with her...!"

Devan's words, then make the legs of Bu Asmia stopped. His knees were trembling, he did not even dare to look back.

"Darling, what are you saying?" Liliana still spoke with her soft voice.

"I'll come along, and stay with Ms. Asmia."

"You realize what you're saying?"

"Yes...! Very conscious. I'll stay with Ms. Asmia."

Ms. Asmia at that time still did not dare to rotate her body, her legs were still stiff can not move at all. Especially when his young master's teenage hand was already holding the middle-aged woman's shoulder beside him.

"Tu– Young master, come back. Please don't come with me."

"I'm still going with mom, 'cause I'm in this house. Other than Ms. Asmia, who else can understand me. Let's go." Devan started to step on his feet.

"Well, if that's what you want. Mamih will send people to deliver wear, as well as your needs. Keep up good school, son, and come back home. Because I'm gonna miss you."

Devan who heard that could only bow down. Her clenched hands proved her disappointment towards the mother, who simply let her go.

#Flashback is off

Ms. Asmia looked up at the sky filled with stars.

Madam, how is the condition of the big madam now? Is he still there?

his mind started to wander again... To a time when he accidentally heard the words of Liliana and Secretary Erik. Of all the conspiracies they've been working on.

The day before Liliana stopped him.

I am grateful that I was able to survive after hearing all their crimes, thanks to the help of young Master Zaeni, and leave the place without any abrasions.

Ms. Asmia lowered her head looking at Devano's dashing portrait in the magazine book.

"Mom's hoping to see you again. And tell everything," muttered Bu As, rubbing the face.

seriate...