PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapter 34.

Late at night, Puspa was still in the room. Pacing in front of Marni gives the woman a headache.

Satya will take him out and Puspa does not know what to dress and dress up? Can't it be dressed as a girl?

"You can be quiet, Pus. Mom's head is dizzy!" Marni massages next to her temple.

"According to Mom, which clothes am I wearing? But I don't have any nice clothes, Mom. Piye Iki?" Puspa sat beside Marni while stepping foot on the floor.

"Puspa!" There was a voice call from the middle room, it was definitely Satya's voice.

When he came out of the room hesitantly, he did not know what to say to the master.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't go with ya" the girl clasped tightly onto her own palm, hoping Satya would agree to her request.

"You want me to fire!" Satya was so loud with her words she didn't look playful.

"B-good, Sir. I'm coming, but I don't have any nice clothes, sir." Puspa spoke with doubt.

"Not talk much! we're leaving now!" Satya walked away from Puspa who was still standing where he stood. " But my clothes are ugly Lo, sir!" Puspa continued to talk while pursuing Satya's steps.

Satya's car was traveling at an above average speed. However, this time Puspa was not afraid anymore like before. The girl had already begun to poultice with the way her master was driving.

"Down!" satya told Puspa when the car was parked in front of a famous boutique.

"His way here, sir?" ask Puspa while looking around.

"Hurry in! Otherwise we'll be late!" Satya walked ahead of Puspa, the girl soon followed him.

Puspa was stunned to see a row of beautiful dresses lined up neatly in the store. It was very different from the dress she usually used for the gig.

The dress there looks more elegant, unlike hers in the village, lots of Sequin and colored beads scattered around every corner.

"Hey the cat's here!" Satya gestured to Puspa with her index finger.

"Cats? I mean?" gerutu Puspa's.

The fate of being a maid, must obey what her master commanded. Called the cat Puspa nurut.

"Not all the goats call him, sir!" sulcan Puspa's.

"Your name is the same as the cat's name!"

"yes, I'm cute," replied Puspa did not want to argue too long with the employer.

"Where come in and change your clothes immediately! I don't have much time to wait!" Satya sits on a long sofa while playing a cell phone.

"Come, Ma'am!" say boutique employees while showing them where to change clothes. The woman in neat clothes thrust some dresses of her choice on Puspa.

"This means opo, Ma'am?" tanya Puspa.

"Please change her clothes in there!" The woman pointed to the dressing room in front of the puspa.

"Don't you change your clothes here?"

"No papa, we guarantee the safety of Mbak, so no need to worry!" The woman smiled kindly, in contrast to her heart. Inwardly he kept laughing at the stupidity of the girl before him.

Puspa sorted out some fancy dress sheets that he brought into the dressing room. Almost all have a low cleavage on the chest.

"Opo to yo ski? Kok suwek kono kene (torn here and there)," The girl continued to grumble.

"Sir, is there nothing else? who's finished in the stitch that's his chest?" Puspa whispered to the standby shopkeeper in front of the dressing room.

"That's, Mommy? It's all done in the sewing, "the woman did not understand.

"I don't mean go for it, Ma'am!" Puspa pointed at the front of the shirt that was open.

"Oh .. but that I choose according to the direction of Mr. Satya, Ma'am," replied the woman.

"Open?" Puspa stared intently at the man who was staring at the screen of his phone. 'Basic perverted brain!' the girl also cursed in her heart.

"I don't want to wear this, ma'am! Please find a more closed one!"

"Well, Ma'am," The slim-bodied beautiful woman also complied with Puspa's request.

"What's up, Ma'am?" Satya who saw the strange movements of the shopkeeper began to ask.

Satya got up from her seat and approached Puspa. Why does the girl act when there is no time.

Puspa was still in the dressing room and kept thinking about what Satya's plan was. Ever since her story was taken away that night, Puspa became afraid of being too close to men.

She was a very confident girl before. Even dressed up, she was brave. For Puspa as long as he could take care of himself then there was nothing for him to fear. However, that confidence disappeared along with the loss of Honor that had been many years once he was taken care of.

Puspa was determined in his heart, he would take better care of himself now. It was enough that he dropped his pride in front of Fadli. He will make it a lesson in life.

No one would appreciate him if he alone could not take care of himself.

'I'm not a holy girl anymore, but I don't want to be inferior in the eyes of others!' Without feeling clear hair wetting both eyes.

Puspa Maharani, lost father figure from his young age. Since then he has been required to live independently. What is the power of his mother who is only a pecel rice seller is unable to send him to a higher level.

Puspa the village girl, in demand to be tough in the midst of the rigors of life. From childhood she was determined to be a successful woman after adulthood, but look now at just sitting in the corner of the room trying to keep her self-esteem after the many painful events she went through.

Somehow the dress case even reminds Puspa to bitter fate in his life.

This time not only shed tears, the girl even roared inside the dressing room.

Satya who wants to scold his stupidity is now even sculpting.

"Will he not go with me? Is it so bad that she has to cry?" Satya felt bad for forcing Puspa.

"Can you get out of there?" Satya's voice weakened hearing the girl's roaring cry.

Hearing Satya's voice from behind the curtain made Puspa immediately stop his crying. He himself was also confused about what happened to him tonight? why so emotional?

"I-I'm sorry, sir." Puspa came out with a wet face with tears.

"All right, let's go home!" Satya said as she turned the steps.

"Wait Sir! why re-home? The show's off?" tanya Puspa did not understand what happened.

"You won't come with me, I'll take you home!"

"It's not so, sir. I want to go with my dad,"

"Why are you crying?" satya asked with a full glance.

"I remember the mother in the village," since living in the city of Puspa became often lying.

Many things he had to cover because he did not want others to know how bitter the journey of his life. Without Puspa knew the man before him even knew in detail every story he had experienced.

"It's been a while!" Satya picked up a beautiful black dress. Nothing stood out on the dress. Just a few small details as decoration.

"Wear this!" This time Satya directly gave the dress to Puspa. Without refuting, Puspa immediately entered the dressing room.

"You fuck her, Ma'am!"

Satya did not want to waste any more time.

"Good, Sir!" answer the shopkeeper.

Not long after that girl came out. Black dress combined brocade in the arms and chest, with the length of the dress up below the knees, so beautiful and fit in the body Puspa is quite high.

The village girl immediately transformed like a princess from a fairyland.

Satya even forgot to close her mouth because she was stunned. "Didn't it fit, sir? It seems like you are shocked to see me," Puspa's words awaken Satya from his admiration.

"You put on your shoes and we're leaving!" Satya pointed at the shopkeeper to give the shoes she had chosen to Puspa. High heels shoes with matching colors.

"Do I look weird, Ma'am?" ask Puspa at the shopkeeper while wearing shoes. "Mbak is so pretty. Mr. Satya alone until stunned to see it," replied the woman greeted with a smile embarrassed by Puspa.

'What yes? Wasn't it in shock?' he murmured in the heart.

Can not be denied the heart of the village girl flowering when she heard Satya admired her beauty.

Overview of the dress in Puspa & Puspa pardon the genitals of the author who is too high😁