Love Stifled By Destiny's

Worrying About Making Mistakes. SEASON 2

I don't know when the employer's niece will be staying here. What is clear from the description of other helpers will stay here for a long time, because there is an important business that is being done Arnald.

It feels so bad for the helpers this time. Surely we will continue to be sprayed every day, if we do work that Alena does not like.

Bik Murti repeatedly complained of not being able to stand it, because every tip of the nail what was done went wrong in the eyes of Alena. But we are all compact to continue to provide support, to always be patient and continue to stay in this job for the sake of the family in the village.

Every day must mop, snack, cook, even busy washing clothes or accompanying. The work that will have no end. A lump of abuse will be present, so we are still excited even though we are tired.

"Has all your mopping work done?" Alena's voice greeted.

"Eh, Miss. Yes, it's almost done."

"Ooh."

"What's up, Non. There's something I can help you with" he offered.

"Yes there is."

"If you can, after you've done everything, come to my room to get the dress you need to iron. You have to be slippery and really take care of it, because tonight I'm going to use the important way" she explained.

"Oh, yes, Non. I'll do it later, but want to continue the work that will soon be finished," a relaxed answer.

The hand that was initially moving to do the besieging, now stopped holding his iron upright while answering the words of the master.

"Ok 'lah. Don't wear it for long."

"Yes, No." The head had already nodded once, a sign of agreement at Alena's request.

"Your face is young. I think it's like me and Arnald." Alena was staring at me from top to bottom.

Alena's two hands were crossed in front of her chest. A style that looks haughty but full of authority.

"Maybe, Non."

"But salut anyway. A young man wants to work as a babu," he said, sounding rude.

"If this babu is what is important halal, Non."

"True, too. But if it happens to me, it must be very arrogant even though the fate of the poor. A job that's quite tiring and draining, but the salary suprit is not the same as done."

"Hehehe, how else, Non. There is this. Partially looking for a job here is not as easy as turning hands, which is not easy to get with only izasah capital only. We had to undergo a series of tests and some strict rivals, from our post of high school graduates only."

"Hm."

"Or."

"Yes already. Surely you will talk foamy will not be endless. Cepetan finish your work, because what I told you to do immediately," he said.

"Yes, Non. Sorry if I talk a lot."

There is no reply back from the employer, he just play away, it seems that there is an arrogant nature. I stopped work for a moment to immediately execute the order. The mopping tool I've been leaning over with the soapy water.

The foot stepped on the stairs on the second floor. Above consists of only two rooms. Arnald and Alena had separate rooms, though they often made out in one room. Their actions are no stranger to the eyes of the helpers. Inflating intimacy continues to occur, so we are not strange and have been used to seeing it.

Alena's room door is open. You know very well if I've come to take his clothes immediately. Elegant rooms with shades of pink are very necessary for Alena. At first the paint was not that but the indulgence of Alena continued to be obeyed only, so it has changed all the conditions from the beginning.

Hands just take the dress that has been lying on the mattress. Immediately I tried to check and it turned out that the length fits under the thigh. The contrasting black color is matched with red, perfectly matching Alena's skin.

"Aaah, I miss also wanting to wear a dress like this. But why now wear it, when the situation has changed drastically not suitable to wear it again," the most desirable murmur.

Do not want to stall for a long time, then immediately breezed out of the room. Special place ironing is below, then must waste energy to go down the stairs again.

In order to facilitate ironing, the table is coated with cloth. The outlet has been plugged in a cable that connects with the iron. Wait a few more minutes for the iron to heat up.

The hand slowly moves back and forth running the ironing device. Many times already holding the cloth is snowed, but the heat has not yet risen and felt.

"Aah, Mum. Did I miss you so much? Why don't you show up in front of me again? Is our destiny enough to get here, so we can't meet and be together again?" Sadness of heart as the netra glared away towards the wall.

The nose now sniffed roughly when it had smelled the smell of a charred smell.

Sreet ... sreeet, the nose just keeps inhaling that smell.

"Astagfirefull!" My surprise when I found out the smell was coming from the iron I was holding.

Iron directly just put it on the corner of the table. As fast as the lightning cable I pull so that the heat dies quickly.

"Aaah, fuck. Why am I so stupid?" Angrily while holding Alena's shirt and trying to unfurl it.

Eyes were wide in shock in disbelief, when he saw that the dress had been hollowed out a little.

"Astagfirullah, what should I tell Alena?" The chaos of the fearful heart.

"Surely he will be furious due to my carelessness just now. Huuffff, fate. Surely it will get angry all out later," a resigned heart murmur.

It's all my fault, then everything has to be accounted for. I don't know what's going to happen, which obviously should all be told to Alena as soon as possible. The risk of being sprayed, still strengthen the heart so as not to waver to survive working here.