Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

Chapter 4. Shindy

Kiara shook her head. He still doesn't understand everything. It's too complicated for him who can't think when hungry.

"Mr hungry?" bi Arum asked when he heard the sound of stomach rumbling.

Kiara reflexively nodded with a timid smile.

"Yes, come with me!"

Kiara just complies. He watched the magnificent house with a gaping mouth. This house is really big. His father's house alone was quite large, but this house was 3 times larger than his father's house.

"Astaghfiullah, Dev. How about if Mr. Habibie gets angry. Look at that, his thighs everywhere. You don't like to see people opening up like that!"

"Angel is Bi, but teu nanaon is. As long as you don't blink, seeing until morning is also not papa, no sin!"

Plaque!

"Ishhh, why Bi. Even clutching my arm ikh."

"You're a whiff, if you don't wink all night, die merun Dev. So ngaco you are mah."

Devi laughed a little. "Have it, don't keep trying. Let the little girl eat. How he hasn't eaten in a week, look. Ciga si pig anu dinu cartoon Shaun The Sheep ning!"

"Sadistic girl from you Dev!" muttered Bi Arum while shaking his head.

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"Why are you still here?" habibie asked Kiara. She already knew enough and had heard everything her house assistant had said.

"I want to say thank you, sir. Thank you for helping me. I just found out that the Master is human, after seeing that," Kiara pointed at the large frame on the wall.

"So she thought what I was, a subtle-behind," Habibie murmured in her heart.

"I promise, I'll repay you all kindness, sir."

Habibie exhaled a rough breath. "Hmmm. Be the maid in my house to reimburse the maintenance costs."

"What," cried Kiara with round eyes. "Helper, are you out of your mind?"

"Yes, and no." Habibie replied briefly.

Habibie went straight into his room without looking at the woman. He really needs to rest. Seeing Kiara's behavior like this makes Habibi sure, if he will live his days without calm.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Kiara continued banging on the door of Habibie's room, but there was no answer from within. He just wants to protest. "Is there no other work for me, sir? You might need a secretary. Or whatever it is, I really can't if it has to be a maid .. yakkkk! Eishhhhh!"

Kiara kicked the room door was rude. But it was not the door that was hurt, it was he who grimaced.

"Ohhh, Auntie, sick!" kiara lamented.

Bi Arum held back a smile, he shook his head then passed from upstairs.

"Bi ... Where do I sleep?" kiara said following Bi Arum from behind.

"Sir didn't say anything, you just slept in the guest room!" reply Bi Arum. His master did not say anything. And it was impossible for Bi Arum to bring Kiara to his room. The origin of Kiara is still unclear, Bi Arum is afraid that Kiara is an important person who is doing a mission in this house.

....

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Kiara opened her eyes slowly. Actually who was bothering her while she was sleeping, Kiara felt she had just closed her eyes, why now that someone had knocked on her bedroom door.

"Kiara .. It's 5 o'clock. Why don't you wake up! Go to the water and pray! Mr. Habibie will soon be home from the mosque, we could all get angry if Mr. Habibie finds out you still haven't prayed!"

Kiara smiled when she heard Bi Arum chirping like a bird. This early morning has made a scene. Why Bi Arum is so complicated.

"Eishhhhh. You are talking from the right ear, coming out of the left ear," said Bi Arum again. He pulled Kiara's hand and reached the bathroom.

Shurrr!

"Akhnhhh ... Auntie, cold!" yelled Kiara who protested as Bi Arum doused her with water shower. Bi Arum doesn't care. His employer was not an arbitrary person, he always said that he would sin if he let the person in his house not do his duty as a Muslim. Kiara now lives with Habibie, whatever Kiara does, must be with Habibie's permission and must not act as she pleases.

Kiara's body shivered. The beautiful woman was holding a glass of warm tea with trembling hands. Kiara glanced at Bi Arum with a sharp look. Truly, the woman who is no longer young turns out to be more cruel than a stepmother.

"After drinking the sweet tea, you clean this house. No need to mop up. Lap, just wipe. The holy one is Devi. He's holy in the back. I'll take care of the rest. You don't seem to be used to doing this job. One more thing, do not open a room near the reading room Mr. Habibie. There's gonna be a special person cleaning that room."

Kiara twists her eyeballs. It's still too early in the morning, what every housekeeper is like this, getting up from dawn to get sorted out and it's going to keep repeating itself every day.

"Bi, I'm still sleepy," said Kiara lazily.

"You don't have to be spoiled. We both work here. Not because you sleep in the guest room, you think you can't do anything. This is not a shelter. You better get to work now, Neng Kiara!"

Kiara exhaled a coarse breath, she finished the sweet tea from her glass then took a rag and also a potluck. Kiara went upstairs really uninspired. The first day was very hard. Since when his hand starts he will use to clean the house. Oh, come on, this isn't worth it.

Not wanting to be sprayed by Bi Arum, Kiara began cleaning every closet she met, flicking her duster carelessly, as well as the rag she used. Kiara is like a zombie who is being forced into filial labor.

"Mother ... Mother's child becomes this advocate, Bund. But it's better to be yes than to be fat. Kiara is not in the rain. Kiara also lives in a nice house."

The woman kept talking to herself. Kiara went into Habibie's room. He looked at the entire corner of the room carefully. This room was really very large, twice as big as the room he had in his father's house.

Kiara's hand stretched out, stroking the large frame displayed on the wall of the room. Habibie looks very handsome. Although in reality he is very annoying, but if there is in a frame like this, Habibi is really very handsome.

"Just try if you're good, sir, I might be your admirer."

The tiny hand moved again, he began to clean Habibie's bed. What is this king size bed for, Kiara thought. "Akh, maybe he if he sleeps like to make a show. So roll there, roll here, wait there, stay here!"

Kiara chuckled as she imagined how a Habibie was sleeping, she felt the pillow that was there. Intentions just want to tidy up. However, when her hands could feel the softness and tenderness of the pillow, Kiara could not help but try it.

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"Assynnya!"

"Wa'alaikumssalam, sir. Tumben's a little afternoon, sir?" ask Bi Arum. Habibie would usually leave the house after the Adhan, but, after the mosque, Habibie would walk around, just stretching his body before he started a more strenuous sport in the gym in his home.

"I met you earlier, Mr. Ustadz on the street. Oh yes, Bi, today please tell the same chef to cook chicken pop yes. I'll go upstairs first!"

"Good, Master!" reply Bi Arum. He looked at Habibie with a smile, but, remembering something, suddenly the smile on his face disappeared. "Where is the lilaka, where is Neng Kiara!" bi Arum said confusedly.

"Novi! ... New!" call Bi Arum to his coworker. "Ikh .. the Novi Jeung eweuh. Where are you, Novi!!!!!!"