MY HOTSHOT LITTLE MAID

Chapter 4. Home late.

As usual, Rita prepared dinner for Son. Although it was just simple cooking, Putra did not protest at all. Maybe he is tired of luxury cuisine, so now he enjoys simple Rita cuisine.

Some dishes were already prepared on the dining table and Rita rushed to take a bath to get some rest. Although the working hours are said to be 24 hours, Rita can still steal time to rest when the Son is not at home. After all the work is done.

Rita put herself in the room for a while. Usually, after that the Son came home and had trouble him again to accompany him to eat. But for almost 30 minutes he rested, there was no sign of the Son coming home.

Rita moved from her bed to the guest room while looking at the door. The door is still tightly closed. Rita felt very anxious and worried because it was not usual for the Son to come home late. Even so he also had no right to be angry because he was only a maid and had no right to know the affairs of his employer.

His worry, made him wait on the sofa. To get rid of it, Rita reads the magazine under the table. Rita was stunned to see the face of her employer who became the cover of the magazine. The master looks very handsome and the cold face shown makes women curious about the daily life of the Son.

If you only see the cold face of the Son on the cover of the magazine, of course, Rita will think if Putra is indeed a cold and difficult man to approach. But after a long time Rita lives with him, even though only as an employer and maid, Rita knows that the Son is not as cold as it seems.

Over time, Rita fell asleep from exhaustion and the magazine fell over covering part of her face.

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Rita's tiny body, feels warm so she feels reluctant to wake up even though she is waiting for her employer to come home. Rita tried to open her eyes that were still not sincere to open.

Rita is shocked to find herself lying in her room instead of on the living room couch. He moved his eyelids to make sure he was on his bed.

Who moved me to my room? Can I walk alone while I sleep?" inner Rita.

Rita looked at the clock that had shown at 4 am. It's time to get up and do your daily chores, including cleaning the floor and making breakfast for your son.

Not wanting to be touched by curiosity, for a while, Rita eliminated the incident last night. Now he is focused on carrying out the work that must be completed immediately before the Son wakes up. Because his employer really likes the cleanliness of his residence.

This morning, Rita made a semi-spicy nasgor breakfast with crackers and warm milk. Rita habits that can not be combined with the menu actually become a sensation for the Son to enjoy new habits.

Right at 7 am, all the homework is done, just wash dirty clothes and iron. Actually, at first dirty clothes must be taken to the laundry only, just take it right. But, lately Putra often complains if his underwear quickly damaged by using a washing machine. The son wants his underwear washed by hand so that it can be cleaner and not damaged quickly.

Since then, Rita has become awkward having to wash her employer's underwear. But because of this she had a hard time being a maid, a job she didn't like, she had to do. Every day he must sort out the clothes that must be in the laundry and that he must wash himself, including his own clothes.

"Rita, get over here!" take the Son from the dining room.

"Ready, sir," answered Rita awoke from her daydream.

Rita rushed over and accompanied her master to breakfast. Although just sitting quietly while waiting for orders if his employer needs something.

"Rita, another new dish?" ask Putra while looking at Rita who is tense for fear of complaint.

"Yes, Sir. New recipe from Google. I was afraid, Mr. Putra tired of eating rice with omelet every morning," replied Rita relaxed.

"But, I think something's wrong. But what, huh?" muttered Putra while chewing the rice in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" ask Rita to panic. Though he had tasted it, it felt quite good according to him. Perhaps his master's tongue this time was in error.

"Try to taste it yourself" replied the Son, thrusting a spoonful of rice into Rita's mouth.

For a moment the atmosphere became silent because Rita did not expect that her master would bribe her.

"Don't think weird. Don't assume I'm feeding you. This is because I want you to feel for yourself how your cooking tastes," said the Son as he flicked his left hand to Rita's forehead which began to realize from his daydream.

"Who is that narrow-minded. Anyway, I also do not want a baper with the employer," replied Rita ketus.

Rita took a spoon containing fried rice from the Son's hand. Then put it in his mouth and chewed slowly while enjoying the taste. Nothing strange, it tastes good enough.

Indeed again the error of his tongue Pak Putra, Inner Rita.

"There is nothing strange about the taste of this dish. I think it tastes good. Pak Putra's tongue is problematic" said Rita slowly, half mocking her employer. There is fear if the Son is angry.

"No, it's breakfast for Pak Putra not for me" replied Rita slightly backwards.

"It's an order, eat!" tell the Son by showing an arrogant attitude.

Irritated, Rita obeyed the orders of her master who fed her spoon by spoon until Rita felt full.

"Enough, sir, I'm not strong anymore. I'm already full," Rita said with a sigh of satiety.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. If you are not strong enough to walk, sit down first. I can take my own bag," said Putra while laughing satisfied to be able to prank Rita.

Apparently, Putra was upset that Rita did not say thank you, after last night carrying Rita's small body from the sofa to her room.

Rita seemed annoyed at the reaction of her employer who was clearly playing tricks on her. If so, how could he wash his clothes. So lazy if the stomach is full.

Rita stared at the Son's departure with a sinister smile on the tip of her lips. Even more upset when Putra returned his smile with a smile of ridicule that made Rita want to scream.

After the Son left, Rita regretted herself. Why today he can enter the trap of the Son. He should have realized from the beginning if his master had bad intentions. Perhaps it was because he had already been sedated by the good attitude of his master these few days.

"Just look. I will no longer believe in your good manners, Mr. Son. A man has no love. It's worth it until that old man doesn't have a lover. Don't-don't, he ..talk what I am. Don't let that be true" Rita murmured while shuddering.

Rita got up from her seat and began to clean the dishes and table. Keep it clean until it is completely clean. All the kitchen and other equipment has Rita clean everything. Now just wash the dirty clothes belonging to his employer.

This is the job that Rita does not like the most. At a time, only this time he washes personal belongings of men. The pain of being a maid can not refuse the job of the employer who pays her.

He used to take it another way, lying that he was the one washing himself. Though he brought it to the laundry but not in the iron there, so as not to be discovered. But it's still found out that Rita lied.

"Rita, I pay you to work, not to fool me. Just watch out, if I find out you're lying again, I'll fire you and you'll pay the fine" the son threatened in anger.

"Fine, what fine? When I read there was no word of fine. Fire, yes fire. It's straightforward. Besides, I'm tired of living in the city. I'll just go back to the village, live with my grandmother" replied Rita did not want to lose.

"You're the only one who can't read well" said Putra and went into his room to pick up a work agreement. "It's a careful look at the last sheet."

Rita took the letter and read it again carefully the final part of the agreement. It is true, it is written if it stops because it was fired before the term of work ended, then the second party will pay a fine of 100 million rupiah.

"Work, isn't this just a punishment for me making a mistake the other day? There must be a mistake" said Rita. "Especially the size of the fine, not in accordance with the work I live. Raising that kind of money, it could be up to years of work here."

"I don't care what you say. The point is, you signed, so you won't be able to get away from me that easily" said Putra coldly.

"I'm sorry I'm willing to come to work with you. If only time could come back, I would choose to return home," said Rita upset.

"Unfortunately, all will not be able to return. So just enjoy your work until your work is over, 1 year 8 months away. Happy work," said Putra smilingly showing his victory in arguing with Rita.

Rita held back the anger of seeing the Son so arrogant and arbitrary towards her. His mistake was simply misrecognizing the person and hitting him a few times. But he had to pay a price far greater than his mistake.

Rita recalled that moment so she would no longer dare to lie. If fired, he would not be able to pay that much fine. For now, he must do his duty well in order to voluntarily let go of himself.

Finally, her work this morning was done. Rita intends to rest for a while before she prepares lunch for herself. Put yourself on the couch watching a television show. Just now, sitting down, a bell sounded shocking to him. Rita became suspicious, lest her employer go home because there was something left behind.

Rita rushed to open the door and was surprised because the one who came was not the Son.

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