Finding Perfect Wife
Eps. 90 Meet Mrs Fatima

“A-Afsha.. did I see wrong?” said Kak Amla stammered looking at Afsha who used to be just a small servant there but now turned into his master's fiancee.

“Kak Amla.” greet Afsha with crisp. This time he could no longer not greet the woman who had been his co-worker.

“You-you want to go back to work here ?” asked because he was not sure of his estimate if the girl was the fiancee of dr. Ammar.

Afsha. He was at a loss to answer what even though he showed a smiling face.

“Bi, she is not back to work like she used to but to meet with mom.” timpal dr. Ammar was quick before any misunderstanding.

Even dr. Ammar immediately pulled Afsha to walk again and went straight into the house instead of discussing anything else.

Amla was just shaking her head when she saw the two of them enter the house.

“So right, Afsha is the fiancee of dr. Ammar ? But how can a doctor of the descent of a rich man like him want to establish a relationship with a lowly servant like Afsha?” his murmur was in severe shock and still did not expect to not believe it just like that.

With a curious face the waiter then walked into the house. There he returned to work and met three other servants.

“You know today you came here with her fiance. But you will definitely be surprised if you find out who the fiance is.”, said Kak Amla told a fiery story.

“Who ?” ask the three servants who were there so curious that they stopped their work for a moment.

“Afsha.”

The other three servants who were there were all shocked.

“Afsha who do you mean ?” ask Cala because she knows only one Afsha.

“Who else if not Afsha who has previously been a servant here works with us.” replied Kak Cala with great emphasis in each word.

“Gosh.” The three of them were completely shocked and shocked to hear it.

Afsha sat in the living room with dr. Ammar after the man called his mother and waited for her arrival.

He looked at dr. Ammar who had looked calm.

“Everything will be fine no need to worry so. There I am here.”

Shortly thereafter Mrs Fatima walked out of a room into the living room.

His bead of eyes instantly whistled fixedly with the girl sitting beside his son.

“You... ?” Madame Fatima looks surprised why her son brought here the servant who used to work there.

“Ammar what do you mean bring this waiter back home ?” asked the woman looking confused and turned to look at her son demandingly.

Afsha also looked nervous then looked at the man sitting next to her.

“Mother she is indeed what once worked here as a waiter and she is my fiancee I mean.” explained dr. Ammar brief.

Madam Fatimah was really shocked to the point that she stood staggering and immediately sat down onto the chair before falling down.

“Ammar, I don't know what you're thinking. Why would you want an engagement with a waitress like her.”

dr. Ammar looked calm with his mother's words because he had expected before his reaction would be like that.

“How is it.” Inner Afsha did not say a word and began to break out in cold sweat.

“Mother, didn't my mother promise me that she would comply with my request. Did you forget that ?” he said remind me again.

“Ouh.” Madam Fatima until massaging her head that felt dizzy remembered the promise she had forgotten. “That's you..” his speech was stifled.

There's no way he'll break his promise.

“So promise that time means this ?” her inner self only realized her son's strange behavior a while ago.