Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 65 Looking for a Problem

de. Ammar is still staring around so something he can make an excuse for Afsha to get out of his house.

“Masalah.” said suddenly. “Yes, I miss the problem.” her chirps nodded their head at a large flower vase in the corner of the room.

The man smiled by nodding his head back before leaving the middle room.

At night dr.Ammar was in the middle room. He was sitting quietly on the dark brown sofa in the room reading the newspaper.

“His brain sits down while ngeteh.” murmured as he felt his throat dry.

Just as he finished reading a newspaper a servant passed in front of him.

“Bi Amla...” he said calling the waiter who made the woman stop instantly.

“What is Mr Ammar ? Do you need anything or anything else ?” tanyanya politely.

“Please call Afsha only.” the answer is short.

The waiter wondered inwardly, “Why dr. Ammar call Afsha ?”

Without asking he interfered and immediately headed to Afsha's room.

“Afsha, sir called you.” he said after arriving at the girl's room and entering her room.

“I ?” afsha asked while pointing at herself looking at Amla's sister. “What's sister ?” tanyanya sat down immediately.

“I don't know, Afsha. Tuan said just ask me to call you.” he replied explaining even though Kak Amla himself was actually very curious.

Hmm

Afsha bedehem little. Without asking any more, he immediately came out of his room and headed to the middle room.

“I was curious, why did lord Ammar call him.” Inner Kak Amla follows Afsha walking unbeknownst to Afsha.

Arriving in the living room, Afsha immediately approached

dr. Ammar was sitting on the sofa.

“What did you call me ?” he said he was standing right in front of the man.

Still in a sitting position and holding the newspaper open, the man then looked at Afsha.

“Ya.” Afsha replied briefly without asking because he had memorized the man's drink dose, then immediately went into the kitchen to make it.

“Any once when you can ask me to make tea for him, but why did he even tell Afsha ?” kak Amla's mind is in the other room and pretends to go home cleaning the table to listen to the conversation they both have.

Shortly thereafter Afsha returned and put the tea he had brought to the table.

“Third once, Afsha why act like they're friends only ?” muttered Kak Amla who was still peering and looking from the next room.

“Afsha, this tea is not sugar

three and a half spoons, but 4 spoons. Too sweet, I don't want to. Create a new one.”

Afsha looked silent and forgot her hand tightly in annoyance. He did mostly put sugar earlier, accidentally while making a drink for himself and he forgot how many spoons he had put in.

“Mr Ammar, this sugar is exactly what you asked.” Afsha insisted on not making it again.

He went and walked quickly from there.

“You think I'm your servant what.” umpatnya annoyed.

dr. Ammar suddenly stood up and followed the girl. Just as Afsha was in front of a large vase with a floral pattern, she pulled the girl.

“You are here as long as you are still a servant and you must fulfill all my requests.” he said with a small smile.

“You're this ? Release my hands !” he said he did not take his hand from dr. Ammar is strong.

But accidentally he hit a large glass vase behind him.

prangs

The glass vase fell and broke.

“Gosh, Afsha broke mistress's beloved flower vase. Can run out of him later.” muttered Kak Amla who still has not moved from her place to peek at them.

“What's that sound ?” Madam Fatima got out of her room and headed to the source of the noisy sound.

He also looked at Afsha sharply to see the vase of gifts from his father-in-law's favorite alm and also his guard broke, especially a servant who broke.

“You-you broke mine!” the woman looked at Afsha angrily.