My husband's a Grumpy

14. Caught Wet

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Vera's right eyebrow is raised. Both hands were still folded in front of his chest. Pama is still loyal behind him. He raised his right eyebrow.

“Why can the blanket be there?” Vera was astonished to see the blanket still lying carelessly on the sofa.

Pama glanced towards the clock that was coiling above his hand. “It's ten o'clock and the house door is open. But the house is still so quiet, Madam,” Pama added.

“If so, ask for an explanation. Call our two helpers here,” said Vera.

Pama glanced cynically at Vera's back. The rich are weird. If you can call yourself, why even tell the person behind it?

How else would you like? The rich, mah, are free; while the subordinates can only exhale with resignation.

“Good, Mistress,” says Pama.

Pama raised both of his hands on the left side. Then pat it twice, plok-plok!

Before long, both middle-aged women in the same uniform came out from within. They just lowered their heads, not daring to raise their heads.

“Iya, Madam,” both helpers said together: Ning and Sri.

“Why are you guys facing me? Pama called you guys,” explained Vera.

Ning and Sri moved incongruously slightly so that their feet were facing Pama. “Iya, Sir,” sahut them.

“But the big madam told me to call you,” throw Pama.

Ning and Sri's feet moved back. Perhaps this is what is called resignation ….

“Iya, Madam,” said Ning and Sri with weaker votes. If this time it was thrown again, perhaps their legs would just dart away.

“What are you working on?” ask Vera.

Ning and Sri breathed a sigh of relief. They do not need to lift their legs. Their knees are in pain anyway.

“Cleaning home and cooking as usual, Mistress,” replied Ning.

“Then what does this mean?” Vera pointed at the blanket that was still on the sofa.

“Ma-forgive me, Mistress.” Sri immediately prostrated under Vera's feet before her friend was hit. “I'm sorry. I cleaned this place. Then forget the blanket just like that.”

Vera glanced towards Pama. “Pam. Wake him.” Vera's glance turned towards Sri.

Pama looked down trying to help Yuni wake up.

“If so, fix it immediately. I will forgive you this time,” Vera said without a raised voice.

Yuni looked down. “Thank you, Mistress.” Then walk slowly to fix the sofa earlier.

“Oh, yes,” hold Vera, “do not prostrate in front of me again. Rich people are also human, not gods.”

“I-iya, Mistress.” Sri Sahut.

“They are so good,” praise Pama.

“Only I live on earth. Otherwise, people would have called me god.” Vera even boasted of herself.

Vera's direction of view turned towards Ning. “Where are my grandchildren and son-in-law?” tanyakanya.

“They are not awake yet, Madam,” replied Ning.

The frown added to the wrinkles on Vera's old face. He's astonished. It's not usual that her granddaughter hasn't woken up at this hour.

Vera's feet stepped without warning. He became curious. That move led to the Galak room. Vera opened the door of the room just like that.

“Looks like I didn't marry my granddaughter to it.” Vera glanced towards Pama who was faithfully following her. While the index finger leads to a pair of newlyweds who sleep in a hugging position on the bed.

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