
"Yes, ma'am, what's wrong? I'm busy right now it's better for Madam to go back to the room and watch television. " Bi Karsih's advice.
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Alisa shakes.
"Bi Karsih, that's the bed sheet so Alisa aja who dry well. " Pinta girl, count as a remedy for her shame and gratitude to bi Karsih for washing the bloodstains of Alisa last night.
Bi Karsih shook her head quickly the middle-aged woman exited the house using the side door and walked quickly into the backyard.
The weather out there is pretty clear.
Alisa also continued to follow the housekeeper.
Until they arrived in the backyard of the host Cipto.
The page is even very broad, there are many plants that appear to be very well cared for.
"Bi Karsih I help ya. " Alisa said when she saw Bi Karsih started drying the sheets.
But quickly Bi Karsih brushed off Alisa's hand, not allowing the girl to help her.
"No mistress, Mr. Cipto can be very angry if you know the mistress is doing heavy work like this. " Bi Karsih.
Alisa suddenly raised her eyebrows.
"What kind of heavy work? people just sun the sheets of kayak gini doang, a few days ago even I lifted rice 20 kilo grams of loh bi, small doang mah sheets. " Tell Alisa with confidence.
Her job as a hijab seller does occasionally require her to lift heavy loads, considering her boss is just a woman whose husband very rarely comes home. So that the kind-hearted Alisa will at times offer her help.
One example is lifting rice 20 kilo grams.
"Sstt." Bi Karsih placed her index finger on her lips.
"Tap bi, Mr. Cipto is no longer in the house where maybe he can hear. " Reply Alisa, feeling astonished and amazed by the obedience of bi Karsih to Mr. Cipto.
"Stay, madam." Say bi Karsih again.
Even when the man was no bi Karsih still shunned and remember all the words of Mr. Cipto. It seemed that Bi Karsih was the only person who was able to survive long enough in this place.
Bi Karsih went back inside the house leaving Alisa alone in the backyard of the luxury house.
He then walked over to a wooden swing that looked worn out, his memory returning two days ago when he found the album in the closet of the Diamond mistress.
Alisa remembered very well that swing was the exact same swing in the photo of a little boy who was smiling towards the camera while sitting on that worn swing.
"Where are the children of Mr. Cipto?. " Alisa murmured, the longer he was in that luxurious house the more new questions in his mind.
Where were Cipto's wives before? Mr. Cipto's son who is still alive why not come to his wedding? Does Mr Cipto have another child? And there are many other questions.
Until the moment Alisa unconsciously walked around the backyard, her gaze was turned back to a door that seemed to be connected to a room or another yard behind the door.
"What door is that?. " Murm Alisa.
Out of curiosity Alisa tried to walk up to him, to make sure something was behind the door.
"Don't there are humans who deliberately in the kumpulin to be sold again. " Alisa's mind started to run wild considering that the three wives and children of Mr. Cipto had never seen or heard Mr. Cipto discuss them further.
Step by step Alea went through, until finally the girl had arrived at the door that made her curious.
Alisa then raised her hand then slowly the girl reached for the door handle and turned it around.
Seriate...