Reaching Dreams

Chapter 93

"Non! Wake, Non! Don't worry Auntie, Non Christie!" nah's bik scream while shaking her employer's body.

Christie collapsed unconscious after downing a few pills of bleaching. Blood was seeping around the bo kongnya. The white sheet is no longer white.

"Young! Tollongng!" bik Nah shouted back while running down the stairs to ask for help from other workers.

"What the hell is it, Bik? Screaming cake meets ghosts in broad daylight." asked Kusman, one of the workers who used to clean the garden.

"There's ghosts!"

"ghost? That's right, Bik?"

"Really! Ehh, no! Non Christie fainted." replied Nah latah.

"Non Christie passed out? Oh, this aunt!" gerutu Kusman as he walked quickly to the room of their mistress.

How surprised Kusman was to see Christie's mouth frothy and blue, let alone see that there was blood soiling the bed linen underneath.

"Hurry and help me, Bik!" kusman said while lifting Christie's body that had been limp.

Bik Nah opened Christie's room door wide, so that Kusman could easily take her nonanya to the car. Bik Nah ran a little behind Kusman, to compensate for the gardener's quick steps.

"Saril sir, let's open the car door!" shouted Kusman still with his mistress in his arms.

The driver who was always loyal to take wherever his employer went, rushed to open the back door of the car. Kusman immediately put Christie with the position of the head in the lap bik Nah. Where previously bik Nah had gone through the other door.

"Kus, you call Mrs Agatha. If his son is dying, attempt suicide cake!" book a Bik Nah to Kusman.

"God! Dying up? No more cruel words, Bik?" the young gardener.

"Your sheep! Cepet close the door, don't forget to call Madam!" snapped bik Nah's.

Kusman backed off and closed the car door. After that he contacted his mistress.

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Rahma cooked while humming, while the aunt who used to cook was told to go home. In that house, the workers did not stay. Except for the night guards who come every night out of Maghrib and come home after dawn.

"Such a cake Mother's son. Cook what, hmm?" reprimand Sarifah while approaching her son with their smile.

"Eh, Mommy. Which tiara?" answer Rahma with a question.

"This cook stir-fry kale same squid saos Padang. There is also fried chicken salted egg sauce." Rahma replied as she lifted the chicken from the frying pan.

"Here son, the cake! Frans came home at what time did he say?" said Mrs Sarifah while smelling the aroma of Rahma's cooking.

"As usual, Mom. Soon also go home." replied Rahma while sauteing onions to make a sauce that will be doused into fried chicken.

Shortly thereafter, a motorbike was parked in the garage.

"That looks like Frans has come home, Mom," said Rahma turning to look at her mother.

"He's older than you, don't get used to calling your husband by name. Disrespectful and inappropriate." advice ma'am Sarifah to Rahma.

"Yes, Mom. Later Rahma changed her call," replied Rahma obediently even though in heart not sincere, gerundel.

"Hmm, what does it smell like..cook it?" frans has just joined the kitchen.

"Take a simple home, really!" rahma replied while moving her cooking into the prepared containers.

"It is precisely home cooking that is delicious and healthy." praise Frans.

"Just come home, son? You'd better take a shower, after this join here! We eat together." said Sarifah.

"Y-yes, Mom. Frans took a bath, yes," said Frans clumsy for forgetting to greet his mother-in-law.

Frans left them.

"You make Frans some honey tea there, keep going to his room. Do not wait for the husband to ask, as a wife it must be sensitive." Ms. Sarifah again reminded her son's duties as a wife.

"Yes, Mom! Aye!" sahut Rahma with a heavy heart.

Ms. Sarifah who saw there was no truth in Rahma's eyes, could only shake her head.

Resisting her feelings of annoyance, Rahma made a drink for her husband. Mother who is still not far away Rahma also reminded.

"It must be sincere if you want to get a reward. Everything we do to serve our husbands is worship. So do it with a sincere heart, so that the reward always flows."

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