My servant, Asha

Advice from Mrs Wardah

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Arriving at home, Asha Langung came down and entered the car again through the back door. He was about to wake Paris who was still asleep by putting his head on the shoulder of the car seat.

"Paris, wake. Arrived home. Paris..," Asha shook the young lady's body. Arga didn't get out of the car. He was still sitting on the steering wheel while looking back.

"Paris, get up," Arga wakes up his sister. Paris has not yet opened her eyes. Asha was still trying to wake him up. Then Arga got out of the car and headed for the back door. "Hey, wake up." Arga shook Paris' body harder.

"Hmmm..." Paris finally answered and opened her eyes slowly.

"Have arrived home. Let's wake. There's no way I'm holding you, is there?" said Arga.

"Yes..," answered Paris still in a hoarse voice. Slowly get out of the car. Then walk with gontai. Asha volunteered to help, but Paris refused as she could continue walking on her own. Arga closed the door, following Asha who got out of the car and closed the door later.

Arga walked around and finally arrived at the same side of the car as where Asha was standing. The two of them were still watching Paris who was walking unstuckly from behind.

"I go in the house first" said Asha.

"Tomorrow I will be out of town for a few days" Arga told Asha in a heartwarming welcome.

Ow. please. I am so happy to hear this news.

"Maybe only three days," continued Arga still discussing the same topic.

More is okay. I'm thrilled.

"Come in first," Arga let Asha enter first by pointing at the house with her chin.

"Yes. Excuse me first," said Asha bowed. Then walk in through the back door.

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When told to the middle room, Asha's eyes looked to the left-right but the person in search was not there. Young Master might actually be on duty out of town today. Asha was relieved that she was completely free. In the living room there are Mrs Wardah and Paris.

"Sha, you go to the market. Later in the afternoon there is a tour of the mothers of this house complex here," There is a new task for Asha that is to the market.

"Paris is also on the market. Let me know how to shop in traditional markets. Not only know the mall," Mrs Wardah said.

Maybe Mrs Wardah wants a daughter like her who can cook and still be a good housewife. Although from a rich family do not have to be lela-leha to make a maid do the work of a wife. "So that when she grows up, she can become a wife who takes good care of her husband. Not only can being a hostess without knowing how to take care of a husband." In the morning there was already some tough advice from Mrs Wardah.

"I'm still in second grade High School, Bun... Too far if you have to think about husbandiii..," said Paris while scratching his head rustling with anger. It seems that Paris is upset about having to discuss marriage.

"Everything must be prepared before the time of Paris.. You who are in second grade High School just can not cook, according to the mother is very late to study," Paris pursed her lips very dislike the topic of conversation this morning, "How your husband will be...," inget Mother. Paris still scratched his long shoulder-length hair, increasingly making the collapse because many times in the scratch. So irregular wrinkles.

Asha who was there felt the sentence Madame Wardah to hit him. Very piercing in the heart, in the heart, and in the ears. Asha felt like she was being insinuated. In maki but not directly. That word makes Paris one. But Asha should be shunned. He who graduated from High School a few years ago is only an expert in cooking instant noodles, fried tempeh and tofu. Don't forget to fry the eggs.

Asha's eyebrows shot up at the advice of Mrs Wardah. He wanted to raise his hands up to close his ears. Avoid the eardrum receiving this sentence. If you can walk straight back quickly so as not to hear the advice just now.

The tail of the Madam's eyes glanced at Asha who was looking down beside her.

"Ehem..," Madame Mendehem realized she had offended others. Then pat her hair that has been neatly combed. Like a wrong move.

"Yes, madam," replied Asha understand. Although it was felt jleb in the heart when the sentence was said, he knew and realized that he was like that too.

"But it seems you also have to learn, Sha," said Mrs Wardah who immediately made Asha stunned and unconsciously her eyes widened dramatically. Why talk about him too. Paris who had pursed the lips follow him too. Then look at the mother who does not understand .

"What do you mean, Bun?" ask Paris. Asha also sharpened her ears to hear the continuation of her Nyonya sentence...

"Asha also had to learn to cook. You are also a girl. When you grow up, eh, no. Soon if you are married pity her husband if you can not cook," Asha grimaced in heart. Paris turned her gaze to Asha who was next to her mother.

"Sir Asha must also learn to cook like I did, bun?" ask Paris to make sure. He felt a surprise.

"Yes. He will stay here, so Mother is also obliged to give advice to him whose age may have entered marriage. She also needs guidance to be a good and perfect wife for her husband later." explained Mrs Wardah as she stared at Asha softly as her own child.

"German.." Paris no longer wants to laugh. Asha looked at her Young Miss. Parisian laughter exploded like an atomic bomb. I don't know why Paris is so happy to hear Asha has to learn to cook as well. "Well, that's good," Paris played her eyes and lips while looking at Asha with a happy look.

According to Asha, the young lady was mocking him. Paris knows Asha is the most whole when told to cook. He looks more like Paris despite his age. Despite graduating from high school and already working, Asha still likes to play like Paris.

"You too often do the same cooking exercises in Paris. Seeing you two often come out I'm sure you can also do cooking exercises together," said Mrs Wardah.

Paris just thinned her lips, listened to her mother.

"Yes, Madam." Asha still lowered her head while fusing her hands together, then glanced towards Paris. Mrs Wardah is heading to the kitchen. Followed by both of them.

"Are you leaving, ma'am?" ask Bik Sumi who is ready to leave in the kitchen.

"No, Bi. Let the two of them go to the market," Madame Wardah said, making Bik Sumi worried. Then look at Asha and Paris. In Bik Sumi's mind, how could the two of them shop around? Asha rarely goes to the market. Especially young lady.

"Aren't I just Mrs?" bargain Sumi's bik politely. Not to dispute the order. Madam Wardah understands Bik Sumi is afraid they are confused in the market later.

"No Bik Sumi. Paris is a woman who must know all kinds of things related to the kitchen. Because later he will be someone's daughter-in-law and wife. He must learn from now." Bik Sumi nodded in agreement with the noble purpose of her master. As a mother who has a daughter, she has an obligation to educate her daughter to be a real woman.

"I don't want to be embarrassed if I have a besan. I have a beautiful daughter who can't cook. What do the families say, Bik.." said Mrs Wardah again.

"Mother overreacting. My married age is still far away... The man who became my husband was also a good man. So he'll take it even if I can't cook." it's Paris. Bik Sumi smiled to herself as much as the young lady's delusion.

"Hush. If your husband-to-be's man is good, won't you feed him? Precisely because he is good, his you should give him more attention. Not even behaving like you..," The madam held Paris's earlobes as if she was fretting with anxiety. Paris again pursed her lips.

"Remember, Asha has to learn to cook as well." Bik Sumi looked towards Asha with a curious look on her face. Maybe Sumi thinks that Asha must be depressed in order to learn to cook.

"Yes, Madam."

"Let all the women in this house cook well," said Mrs Wardah proud and excited to make her wish come true, "And Paris, for your request which it wants to grant, follow Mother's orders, got it?" threaten Mother while buying her eyes.

"Yes bun.," answered Paris.

Why suddenly so ready to be born and inner like that.

"You two have to go this morning. Both. Just two. No Mother or Bik Sumi. Learning to market. Come on, Paris and Asha get ready." Paris who was not eager to follow the advice of her mother, now as if ready to receive a lesson.

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