The Love of a Duda Employer

Overslept

Rumanah opened her eyes at dawn, last night the village girl seemed to rest in peace and comfort. After he argued with his heart and soul. The village girl woke up fine.

"Hoaaaam, Thank God I am still given the opportunity to wake up early and fulfill my duties as a Muslimah" said Rumanah as she handed over the blanket covering her body.

The village girl was indeed a servant who obeyed her Lord. When the time comes to humble yourself and bow down to God, Rumanah will not pass through.

"It looks like the congregation to the mushola will be better" said Rumanah who suddenly stung in his head want to pray together at the mosque.

Without a second thought Rumanah rushed to take ablution, after which she immediately put on her face and rushed out of her room. The residents in the house seemed still closed and made it free to go outside.

"Huuuuummm, it was fresh and cool this morning." said Rumanah as she returned from the mosque and walked towards the luxurious house of her fierce master.

In the courtyard of the house, the assistants in charge of sweeping the courtyard seemed to have patrolled their respective tasks. Rumanah seemed to walk casually greeting the assistants who were all male.

"Good morning, spirit yes everyone."Rumanah who seemed to have succeeded in making the four men who were cleaning the yard look turned to her.

Rumanah smiled warmly, her mukena boss was still wearing. While subordinate to his mukur skirt he united with the peace that he carried in his chest deck.

"Oh-oh, Neng Rumanah is the tea out of the mushola? Beautiful meni pisan euuuuy." Sahroni from West Java looks stunned to see the beautiful looking Rumanah wearing a mukena. Of course because this was the first time the men saw Rumanah wearing a face that covered her hair.

Rumanah gave a small smile, "Yes, I'm out of mushola, Kang. Uh, Akang tea Sundanese huh?" answer Rumanah who now appears to use his Sundanese accent.

"The crappy craving tea. Atuh Akang tea from sunda. Neng Rumanah is also from Sunda?" sahroni answered with his question.

"Oh, what a coincidence. Duh Gusti, the servant (me) tea has sodara oruh here." cheer Rumanah enthusiastically.

"He he he, thank you. Later if Lebaran we can go home with ya." reply Sahroni.

Rumanah smiled, "Yes or sure, Akang. If so I go in first." said Rumanah who then stepped his legs back.

"Eh, Rumanah." call Faisal who is from Java.

"Yes." replied Rumanah as she turned her face.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say if you're beautiful. Hi hi hi hi." said Faisal in his giggling.

Rumanah smiled her little smile, "Yes you're still mornin' up." her great-granddaughter who then stepped back her legs.

While the four men seemed to whisper in admiration for the beauty of Rumanah. Yes, the village girl did look beautiful as she covered her head with her face. Of course it was different from when he let his curly hair plastered real.

"What sii them. What a difference does it make to me who wears my face with me who does not wear my face. Ck, you man." muttered Rumanah as she placed her alphabet on the table.

Rumanah sat her butt on the edge of the bed, drowsiness now back to attack her. Without opening her mucous boss, the village girl returned to her body and accidentally fell asleep back to dreamland.

At about half-time in the morning, Ferhat awoke from his sleep. The man rubbed his eyes and saw that his nephew was still asleep.

"Hoaaaaam, I'd better go straight home. I didn't bring a change of clothes." said Ferhat while cleaning up the remains of the belek in the corner of his eye.

The handsome man inched from his place, approached his nephew and kissed the little girl on the forehead. After that he rushed to the bathroom to wash his face and gargle using listerin. After feeling enough, Ferhat rushed out and immediately left without saying goodbye.

On the fifth floor, Andre seemed to open his eyes. At the look of the clock stuck to the wall, "It's seven o'clock, why the night quickly changed in the morning" said Andre with a distinctive hoarse voice waking up.

The handsome widower began to get up and did what he used to do in the morning. Step into the bathroom and clean himself up. At about half-eight, as usual the handsome widower would enjoy breakfast at the dinner table.

"Okay thank you, Muh. Nice work."so Andre sat his ass in the chair.

Muhsin smiled as he nodded.

"Is the princess not having breakfast yet?" andre asked as he saw the sandwich on Sandrina's plate still intact.

"Yet, Master. The village girl has not yet shown herself." replied Muhsin.

"Huh?? Tumben once the princess has not had breakfast." murmured Andre as he chewed the sandwich in his mouth.

"I'm surprised too, sir. Usually the village girl was busy making milk and preparing the princess breakfast. But this morning I really haven't seen the village girl" Muhsin said.

"Don't she still sleep?" Andre looked guessing.

"It's possible, sir. If she had woken up then the princess would have woken up." - timpal Muhsin.

"Gosh, that village girl really is!" hiss Andre who then moved from his seat then stepped up his legs up the stairs.

"Well, did I say it wrong? Let's hope the village girl is okay" said Muhsin.

Meanwhile, Andre appears to enter his daughter's room. There, Sandrina looked completely still closed hugging her roll.

"Jeez, the princess is really still closed. Ck, and where did Ferhat go. Why isn't he here?" said Andre.

The handsome widower woke up his daughter in a delicate and gentle way, It didn't take long, Sandrina woke up and opened her eyes.

"Daddy, where's the fairy goddess? Why did Daddy wake up primcess?" the little girl looked astonished to see her Daddy wake her up.

"The goddess perimu is still snoring!" andre replied annoyed.

"Huh?? Then, Uncle Fer?"ask Sandrina.

"Wither away in the earth!" andre ngasal.

Sandrina looked stifled.

"Wake up, princes. Take a shower soon, while Daddy will wake up your goddess." said Andre.

"Well, Dadd." answered Sandrina.

Not wasting any more time Andre rushed out of Sandrina's room and down again to the second floor to wake up the nanny of his daughter.

"Annabelle! Are you awake?" andre shouted in front of Rumanah's room door.

There was no answer, the summoned one seemed to still be asleep. And it made Andre impatient, the handsome widower finally pushed the door of Rumanah and entered the room.

Inside, Rumanah appears to be asleep with a slanted position hugging a bolster pillow.

"Gosh, he's really still asleep." Andre whispered as he shook his head.

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