MY MAID

SURPRISE OF THE DAY

 

As usual, this morning I was getting ready to go to one of my stores. Surely after making sure my daughter Ayesa and Mas Imam have breakfast first.

"I'm sorry today I went straight away with a bulge yes Mas there is something to be done about it" my permission to my husband

 

"Surely the deck does not want to be together with mas and Ayesa"

"Yes, I can rush things"

"Yes already deck the heart later if it's up not to forget tell mas"

 

After getting permission mas Imam I immediately kissed his hand not to forget also I pecked Ayesa's forehead while saying a typical mother's speech to him.

 

Yes like this my daily life, usually finish breakfast with me and mas Imam will deliver Ayesa school and then turn around to deliver me to the cake shop.

Sometimes when we are free time we will control some of our cake shops, even so if we do not have time to check it thankfully we already have our own confidants in each branch. But especially for the shop I started first, I handled it myself, in addition to my busyness also because the customers say even though the recipe is the same but it is better if I myself make my cake.

After delivering me the mas Imam will immediately go home, he keeps a lot of birds and likes plants, especially bonsai, his hobby is not just a hobby he takes care of well for sale, yes, although I never know where the money is, but no matter what the income from the store all goes to my store so I don't really care where the money is I think I might be saved.

 

I don't know even though we actually have enough money but Mas Imam forbid me to use a standby driver at our house so that like now when I rush I will order an ojek or taxi to take me, so I will not be able to drive, yes, even though there are cars at home that are idle, but I do not intend to learn to drive.

Upon arrival at the store I was assisted by employees to directly make an impromptu order that was ordered for my subscription to the important event, satisfied it felt many times to get repeat orders from customers.

 

"I'm sorry we got home"

"Ah sorry sir I fell asleep apparently, thank you sir take it back" directly down while handing the red sheet to him, I heard Mr. taxi driver thanking while praying for me and saying goodbye.

 

I opened the door and went straight in it felt lonely, even though the Imam's car was garnished maybe again in the back of my mind, wanting to immediately lay down in the mattress but thirst undo my intentions, he said, I decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink and open the hood when I felt hungry. Strange Sister Rumi hasn't cooked anything.

Rumi's mother was our domestic assistant, she was a widow from a village that ran into the city, and happened to be hit by my brother's motorcycle when I was pitying and offered him a job.

I looked Rumi's mother back but I didn't find her either, I intended to find her room but instantly my world seemed to stop spinning my body decayed for a moment when I heard a sigh inside there, it took me a while to gather strength so that I could stand up and convince myself that it was not my Imam, there was no way that he who understood about the science of religion would betray me. I convinced myself to step forward to that half-open door and how broken my heart was when he was right my Imam.

"Pranggg" I dropped the glass I've been holding since, they were as surprised as me and immediately stopped the activity. I can't even run, I can't say a word or do a thing, I don't even cry, it hurts so much but I still wish it was just a dream,

Mas Imam reused his clothes then approached me and sat me in the chair, he did not say anything, reflex I slap his cheeks as hard as possible that very second I cried as it would be.

 

"I'm sorry Asiyah" said Mas Imam, hugging and calming me but I didn't budge.

"I beg you to forgive me deck & accept him as your mad brother"

 

Duaarrr it feels like being struck by lightning, I did not expect it turned out my maid was my honey, just so I let go of the wound, I still do not believe if this is real. all is well, all is well, even many are envious to see my current home life, they do not know how hard our struggle to exist at this point.

 

And now when everything feels so perfect I did not expect that my own husband would betray me, do not remember if he was the one who accompanied him in his distress for 8 years, he said, even when everyone doesn't look at it, I'm still there and support it, remember that time.