Jum Wo Ai Ni

Curious

After Dylan's car pulled away, Juminten came in. Wati who knew seeing her young master coming, immediately greeted her happily.

"Madam is young,"sapa Wati.

"Bu wati, how are you?"

"Okay, ma'am, thank God. Madam herself?"

"Okay, very good." Juminten tightly hugged the middle-aged woman.

Wati was surprised, with an impromptu hug from his young master. He also. hugged Juminten back, maybe his master was feeling very happy.

"Where's Mom, Mom?" juminten asked after letting go of his embrace.

"I'm sorry my young lady forgot. The same big lady Mirna Mother is happy again, maybe later in the afternoon just home," replied Wati.

"Umh. I'm resting in my room, ma'am."

Juminten did feel easily tired, especially this morning the bed sports are quite draining.

" Well, madam, do you want to do something? let me take you to the room."

"What yes, want to snack an angel. Sauce noodles can taste good, same cold water love lime yes Mom."

"Every young lady."

"Thank you."

Juminten stepped up, climbing the stairs leading to Dylan's room. Room she had lived in with her husband.

Juminten laid his body on a mattress wrapped in black sheets. The room was always clean even if it was not occupied.

His clasped hands rubbed the stomach that had now planted the seeds of a beloved man. Juminten smiled widely, recalling the memories that were in this room. How indifferent and cool the attitude of the husband, who now changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

Dylan was so loving and pampering himself, that he even acted silly just to make Juminten laugh.

Now Juminten's life is arguably perfect. Having a handsome and well-established husband, good in-laws, Mirna is in good health. Even his mother is now able to walk with Walker four feet, he is also able to talk, although it is still not so clear.

Dimas will also soon be free, his nephew was intending to go into bed after coming out of the childcare.

"You are in good health, Mami and Papi always love you," muttered Juminten on his three fetuses.

"Third twin, who do I give you?"

Juminten took a cell phone from his pocket, a cellphone with an apple logo eaten by a caterpillar that was only a few days ago bought by Dylan. The woman was very enthusiastic about finding information about pregnant women and baby names as a reference for her future children.

Tok

Tok

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Juminten's daydream.

"Miss can I come in?" ask Wati from outside the room.

"Yes ma'am, just go in!"

The door of the room was open, sati entered by carrying a tray containing a bowl of instant noodles soup with a glass of drinks order Juminten.

"Put it on the table, ma'am" said Juminten as he got out of bed.

"Good Mistress." Wati put the food he brought on the table, according to Juminten's request.

"I continue cleaning first, young lady. If you need anything just call me, I'm next door. Wanna clean up Mr. Big's workspace."

"Okay, thank you." Juminten nodded with a smile.

"Together Madam, excuse me." Wati resigned as well.

Juminten inhaled the delicious aroma of instant noodles that made his saliva drip. Without waiting for long, Juminten enjoyed the onion chicken noodles.

"Bu Wati," called Juminten from outside the room next to his room.

There was no answer, Juminten turned the door handle. Empty, classic room that looks so elegant. Juminten stepped in. He stopped when he saw a large photo facing the table. A boy flanked by his parents.

Mayleen looks very young photographed it. Juminten smiled at the photo of her husband, a slender man about 10 years old, wearing a black suit with his hair combed back.

"Boy you were handsome since childhood turned out," muttered Juminten softly.

Juminten walks around a well-organized workbench. He is interested in books neatly arranged in a large glass cabinet, Juminten fingers touch the big books that are not dusty. So clean, maybe because Wati just finished cleaning.

Not only books, but also some photos of little Dylan neatly displayed there.

"Eh ..!"

Brugh

Brugh

Juminten stumbled over the carpet, so focused on seeing a small photo of Dylan wearing a duck suit. Juminten's hand that grabbed the book was about to hold on, the night made the thick books fall.

"Good Jesus young lady!" pekik Wati, the middle-aged woman immediately approached Juminten who was sitting with books strewn on a hairy carpet.

"Why is the lady here? is Madam hurt?" Wati flipped through Juminten's body.

"I'm fine Mom, I was looking for Ms. Wati. But nothing, just keep looking around, hehehehe. It's okay, right?"

"Sorry Young Madam, I went back after cleaning this room. Continue to dry clothes. I was in Mr. Cariin's room Madam, uh with a thumping sound from here, no idea Madam fell like a gini," cerocos wati while picking up a book that fell.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry if I'm slow to get in here."

"It's okay, young lady is here son-in-law."

Wati put the books back in place, Juminten did not stay silent. Although Wati forbid it.

A letter?

Juminten picked up a worn envelope, tucked away in one of the books tucked away in one of the books.

What is this letter? why put it in a book? is this Papa's secret?

Juminten flips, the long-sided flat object. Somehow he felt he had to read it, presumptuous indeed.

"Live a little so I'll be madam."

"Yes, Mom." Juminten quickly put the letter in his pocket, and gave Wati the last book.

The two of them also walked out of the master's study.

"I continue to cook for lunch, Madam want in masakin what?"

"Anything, ma'am, that matters is good" replied Juminten.

"Ready, I'm the most delicious masakin."

"Believe me, Bu Wati's cuisine is number one," Juminten praised as he held his two thumbs up.

"It could be this Young Madam, I'd be embarrassed."

"Lho is really."

"Hehehehe yes. Young mistress, do I want to call the big lady to go home?"

"No, ma'am, I'll go home too. I don't want to disturb their leisure time."

Wati also understands. After that, Wati went to the kitchen to continue her work.

Juminten, meanwhile, chose to watch the television to wait for lunch. The flat object lit up, but did not attract Juminten in the least. His mind was still full of worn out letters that were in his shirt pocket.