My babysitter Maduku
Chapter 124
"Excuse me, Mister, Miss." A waiter put a large bowl of soup on the table.
Arini was silent for a moment while watching the soup bowl placed right in front of her carefully. I don't know why Arini feels familiar with the cuisine. Either from the aroma or the pieces of vegetables and the color of the sauce.
Slowly Arini turned to the waiter who had put the bowl of soup on the table and it turned out that the waiter had gone.
"Bi Surti?" call Arini while getting up from her seat.
The waiter stopped his steps and was silent for a few seconds. The waiter turned around and stood facing each other with Arini.
"Non Arini?!"
The middle-aged woman rushed over to Arini and hugged her full of haru. Not only Bi Surti, Arini was so moved. He never thought that he could meet Bi Surti again. A woman who has always been encouraging when she falls and falls.
Mr. Malik, who had been enjoying his dinner, suddenly stopped and watched the full moment while smiling thinly.
"Yes, God! Aunty didn't think that we could meet again, Non."
"Me too, Bi. Didn't Auntie ever say goodbye to me and said she wanted to go back to Auntie's hometown. I think Bibi is already in the village" replied Arini as she broke her arms with the middle-aged woman.
Bi Surti turned to look at Mr. Malik for a few seconds with a smile then looked back at Arini.
"When Bibi wanted to return home, Bibi accidentally met the late Mrs Arniz. Either out of pity or what, he suddenly offered Aunt a job to work in this house as his ART. It was with great pleasure that Bibi accepted it," Bi Surti replied with teary eyes.
"Yes, Bi. The late Madame Arniz was indeed very kind. I was able to stand up until now because of his help, too" Arini said.
Ahem!
Mr. Malik cleared his throat. He did not want the two women to continue their stories about the kindness of the late Mrs Arniz. Because if he remembers his late wife, then his sadness will again control his heart.
"We'd better get on with our dinner, Arini."
"Good, Mas."
Arini understood what Mr. Malik meant at the time. He sat back in his chair and continued his dinner with the man. Meanwhile, Bi Surti returned to the kitchen and continued his duties.
The couple's dinner was so quiet. No talks were made by Arini or Mr. Malik at the time. Both of them were silent with their own thoughts. There was only the sound of forks and spoons clashing over bowls and plates.
Tired of the atmosphere in the room, Arini also ventured to open a conversation with her husband.
"Hmm." Mr. Malik is still cool with his dinner.
"Since Bi Surti is here, can I help him cook in the kitchen?"
Uhuk-uhuk!
Suddenly Mr. Malik chokes after hearing Arini's request just now. Instead of refusing, it was just that the incident at Arini's house, made Mr. Malik experience a little trauma and did not believe his wife helped in the kitchen.
Arini hurried up from her seat and walked over to Mr. Malik. She brought him some water and handed it to her husband. Not to forget, Arini also gave a gentle massage on the man's back so that his choking could stop.
After a bit of silence, Mr. Malik immediately answered a question from Arini.
"Ehm, it's best not to, Arini. There were already several servants here, including Bi Surti. They already have their own duties" replied Mr. Malik, still neutralizing his breath.
Arini took a deep breath and then exhaled. She knew what was behind her husband's reasons.
"Hmm, fine then. But, after this what should I do here? I can't just talk to you, can I, Mas?"
Arini returned to her position because Mr. Malik had started to improve. He sat there and enjoyed his dinner.
"Do whatever makes you happy."
The huft! Arini took a breath again.
"All right."
After a while, their dinner was over.
"Arini, you go first." Mr. Malik glanced at his watch. "There is still work to be done" continued Mr. Malik while at the bottom of the stairs.
Arini knitted her brows. Want to process, but not dare. "Yes, already. I'm first, yeah, Mas."
The couple split up and stepped into their respective goals.
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