Sweet Honey

8

Bounty walked to the main door of the beautiful dwelling, in front of the door Mbok Senah was waiting for him.

"Auntie" said Grace and kissed the back of Mbok Senah's hand.

Mbok Senah stared at the plight of wiping his nephew's head, an orphaned kara as well. The parents of Karunia are actually only acquaintances of Senah while in the labor distribution foundation, but already like brothers.

Both of his parents died not long ago, while picking up Bounty who had just graduated from junior high school. The motor they were driving had an accident. The parents of Grace died instantly at the scene while the Gift survived.

Karunia suffered minor injuries to her body and a violent impact on her head which caused Bounty to suffer from amnesia. Two weeks into his coma, he even forgot about the collision that resulted in his father and mother dying.

The gift of not being able to continue school, he finally came to Malaysia was brought by Mbok Senah's brother who had worked there first.

"Come on Niah to sit down first, auntie call Lady Goddess."

The gift of sitting in the living room, she is used to enter the house of the rich so it is not awkward even her ex-husband's house is bigger than this.

Not long ago, Mbok Senah came to him with a beautiful woman who still looks young, even though she is older than Grace.

"So this is a Gift." the beautiful woman's greeting was gentle and friendly.

"I'm a Goddess." she said introducing herself.

The gift of receiving the hand of the Goddess. "Niah." she replied.

Hm, beautiful is also this girl why be a maid, Inner Goddess.

The mbok came to bring canned drinks and glass mineral water, and then joined sit next to the Gift.

"Please drink Niah, isn't your journey tiring?" dewi.

"Yes, my lady thank you." The gift of smiling just grabbed a can of cola and chugged it.

"I hope you feel at home, the mbok aja at home even since my husband was a young teenager." explained Dewi.

The gift of smiling again. "Don't I hear from the mom you're a widow?" ask Goddess.

"True Madam." replied The Gift.

"Why divorced?" ask the Goddess again.

"My husband doesn't need me anymore" replied Gifts lightly.

There was no look of sadness on her face, the inner Goddess.

"How long have you been separated from your husband, Niah?"

"Three months, Madam." answered the Gift is indeed his reality, the contract expired work completed also the marriage contract.

"Do you have children?" ask Goddess.

"No Madam." replied the Gift.

"How long is the marriage, have you ever been pregnant?" ask the Goddess again.

Hm, how can I conceive a husband never touch me.

"It only lasted one year and I have never been pregnant, Madam." replied Niah, it has begun to fade.

Hm, never been pregnant. If ever it could be Johan's contract wife.

"Why Niah, doesn't your ex-husband want kids?" ask Goddess.

"Want you Madam, just haven't been treated yet." answered Niah lying, starting to get upset.

"Oh." Goddess smiles fresh.

After getting acquainted, Dewi asked Mbok Senah to tell Bounty, what is his duty.

"Well, if there is a task that you can not do between the tasks given, just say do not hesitate." said Dewi.

"Okay, ma'am." answered the Gift.

"I live first."

The bounty nodded, the Goddess ascended to the second floor. After the Goddess returned to her room. "Come on Niah, aunt show me your room. You rest first today, tomorrow only start." said Mbok Senah.

"Okay Auntie, thank you." said Grace.

Mbok Senah opened a room downstairs, he had cleaned it yesterday to occupy the Gift.

***

In her room Dewi thought hard where to look for a surrogate mother, the shadow of Shopie as great as present in her mind.

Oh, my God, amit amit don't get Shopie, my God. Did I just ask for a Gift, it looks like he's an innocent kid. It's a widow, but never given birth, hm.

"Try it, I ask. Who knows, he will be rewarded with a lot of money. I have to move quickly, so that Johan immediately has a descendant." muttered the Goddess out of the room towards the first floor.

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The gift of throwing his body on the mattress from this morning on the bus, his waist seemed to want to break.

Ah, well, the room too. Is aunt's room also like this spaciousness.

"Yes." answered the Gift.

"This is Niah, may we talk for a moment." call Goddess.

Oh, madam, what else is he.

The gift of waking opens the door. "Please, what does the madam want to say?"

The Goddess entered sitting on the side of the bed, Grace following her. They sit facing forward.

"Niah." call Dewi doubtful.

The gift of looking at the Goddess is intense. "Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?"

"True Niah, I do need your help."

"What Madam, just say as much as I can to help."

"I have a problem. My weak womb had three miscarriages so I needed a surrogate uterus to carry my child and my husband. Have you ever heard of him? The uterus's a substitute."

Of course, my friend did and got paid a billion dollars.

In the heart of Grace then he nodded.

"The candidate I selected a few days ago resigned, a friend I didn't like offered." The goddess was silent for a moment.

"Will you help me Niah, lend me your womb to conceive my son and husband." beg Dewi, than Shopie is better Gift even though they have never given birth.

"My husband won't touch you, so you don't have to worry." continued Dewi when she saw the frown on the forehead of Grace.

"May I have time to think."

"Of course, but not for long, Niah. You ask for how much, do not hesitate to love the numbers but do not be too expensive also the standard of one billion rupiah I still can." explained Dewi tone pleaded.

Hm. "Okay, ma'am." answered the Gift.

"Thank you Niah, I hope to hear some good news from you soon."

The goddess came out of her room, Bounty was alone. "Substantial mother, a billion rupiah." The gift of smiling cynically.

Do I look like a jerk, will do anything for money.

Grace closed her eyes, before long she fell asleep until someone knocked on her door.

"Niah, wake up for dinner." call her aunt Mbok Senah's voice.

The gift opened her eyes, moved to the door and opened it. "Waiting for dinner, let's hunt."

"But I haven't had a bath Bi, Auntie first yes." said Niah.

"Not Aunt Niah, but Mr and Madam" replied the middle-aged woman.

Hm, "All right, but long time no papa."

"Yes, hurry up Niah." Mbok Senah.

Hehe, "Yes, yes."

Niah turned around without closing the door to her room, snatching her towel into the bathroom.

Am I not a maid, why eat together. Strike let me do it.

The gift of finishing a shower wearing a dress that is not cheap, just buy it abroad using her ex-husband's money.

Even the maid, it does not have to look shabby right.

Inner Grace came out after dressing up her potluck, the flawless makeup she learned during her contract wife ex-husband.

If it is too menor it is considered to be willing to seduce the master pulak.

Grace glanced at the front middle room looking a middle-aged man, again watching TV alone.

Is this the Madam's husband, so handsome lost my ex-husband nothing. Indeed, as handsome as his handsome Malaysians are still handsome again Indonesians.

Inner Grace, just walk straight to the kitchen where the Madam Dewi and Aunt Senah are, again busy what the inner Gift.

Gleg, the gulping Gift realized something.

I feel like a mistress, it's good to sleep while the real Madam is busy in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Madam" said Grace bowed respectfully.

The Goddess looked upon the Gift.

With this kind of beauty, Johan could have turned his face away from me but this is the test I have to face in five years of marriage.

The Inner Goddess smiled at the Gift.

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