Love Stifled By Destiny's

The Power of Spraying Employer Anger. SEASON 2

There is a fear also when making mistakes, but must remain honest to admit those mistakes. Accepting every insult is my attitude to keep working here.

"Whatever Alena's employer says you have to hold. Do not be weak to hurt, for this is purely your fault Amel," the murmur speaks to itself.

Many times the steps just paced in front of Alena's room door. The worry of getting sprayed and fired is so haunting. The employer was advised to keep it well, but because of the carelessness makes having to bet the same job.

"Bismillah. Hopefully it will not affect the same work, amen!" We want to immediately talk about the problem of clothes that have been damaged.

Tok .. tok, Alena's room door has been sluggish.

"Hemm, just go in."

"Bismillah!" a heart murmur that still had doubts to enter.

"Sorry, Miss. If I'm disturbing!" my words are not good.

"What's up, anyway?" tanyakanya.

"There are important things that I want to talk to you about," The nervous heart speaks slowly, approaching the employer who is casually sitting on the sofa..

"What is important talk? The maid is busy," he said.

"C-c-c-i-iin-ni!" say stutter.

Alena was staring intently at me in confusion. His net began to glance towards the cloth held in the hand.

"When you speak clearly." The one who was sitting down had now stood up.

"What clothes have I told you to finish electrocuting? How come, hurry and have you brought it here?" Alena's Astonishment.

"I'm sorry, Miss." The head had been bowed not daring to look back at him.

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?."

Unexpectedly Alena had already lightningly snatched the cloth from my hand. At first I held him back so he couldn't see, but Alena had seized him by exerting so much power.

Her clothes were already stretched. He went back and forth on the clothes, until finally the netra seemed to want to jump out, when he found out what happened.

"What are you doing, huh!" emotional scattering.

The shirt was thrown off Alena on the floor. His face that was stoked with emotion was terrifying. His steps were already approaching me who was beginning to tremble in fear.

"Based on a no-nonsense maid!" angry talk.

Plaque, roughly Alena managed to throw a slap right on the right cheek.

The heat a little sore I've been feeling. To relieve the pain, the palm of the hand has covered it.

"Sorry .. sorry. It's good to talk."

"I actually accidentally broke that shirt."

"If you say good is right. Not intentionally? Indeed your work from earlier what, how could it be unintentionally? Basic helpers do not know they are lucky, already get a decent job but do easy work just not becus," hinaya again.

"Do you know the price of that shirt you broke, huh! Maybe working here for a year you won't be able to pay."

Mouth just silence won't crybaby Alena. His mouth that was covered just kept spouting harsh words. Ears feel hot when they are insulted. The work I so desperately needed to save lives, made just stand glued to humiliation.

"What's this, baby?" Arnald's voice has come to us.

"It's a dear maid who's not very good at doing what I told her to do."

Arnald glanced at me carefully.

Seeming vaguely as I stole back a glance at him as well, Arnald was so frowning like there was something he suspected.

"It has. Don't be so angry with you. Every human being does not always have to be perfect, must have made mistakes too" Arnald's defense.

"But, baby. She's too much to have ruined the shirt for the night we go to the party" lamented spoiled Alena already tangled in Arnald's arms.

"Hm. The matter of the shirt is easy, I'll buy a better one from the broken shirt" Finally Arnald saved my wrong position.

"Emm, okay then." Alena also reeled.

"Yes already, Bik. You better get out of here too" Employer Arnald gave a cue by swinging his hand.

"Good, Sir."

"I'm sorry, lady!" said before retreating with his head nodding once.

"Yes, Bik. We're sorry!" arnald replied kindly.

"sorry. Excuse me first!" pamittu.

"Ciiieh," said Alena, sounding still unhappy and there was anger.

The feet had stepped hastily from this sickening room. Breath can finally return to breathe air. It was so crowded inside because of fear, especially when Alena was unceasingly babbling and insulting.

"Thank God, O Allah. You saved me from being fired, even though Alena was angry," Relief when she was in the kitchen.

"It was fortunate that Mr. Arnald had come to his immediate aid. Had he not come in time, surely this decades-long work would have floated away just because of a small mistake. I have to thank him later if I meet," a promised heart murmur.