Warm Maid
Officially become a maid

To esokan the next morning.

Either because it was too happy, Alia woke up faster. He even had time to clean up his boarding room before finally going to the house of Typhoon.

And when Alia arrived in front of the mansion complex, she was standing in the post Security place.

"I'm the new maid in house number 15, the house of Typhoon sir.."

Two security guards were shocked to hear Alia's words.

"I'm allowed to sit here for a minute, sir??? because the speed of 30 minutes, not good as Mr. Typhoon.maybe he is still sleeping"

"Oooh, please go ahead, but Mr. Typhoon has been up from earlier, usually so.."

Alia heard in surprise.

"Do you know??"

"Ah, yes mbak. Pak Typhoon was every morning at half 5 am already jogging before the office.just since his mother was sick he never jogging again.."

"Ooh" Alia answered with a perfectly round mouth.

"But, I salute Mr. Typhoon.he really takes good care of his mother.So rarely do we see in this day and age there are people who want to take care of their master like that.." praise one of the Security.

Alia reflex agreed. Maybe Mr. Typhoon is a rare person, because he still wants to take care of his parents. Even if he wants to spend a little money that is not how much, Mr. Typhoon could have sent the mother to the beach nursing home which is a place to care for the elderly.

"I alone, can not take care of my mbok in the village. although my mbok is still strong but. mbok is old and no one to take care of.." remember one of the Security with a sad nelangsa.

"Hopefully, her mother's father was healthy always.." Alia's prayer was spontaneous.

Security is just a little smile.

"Life now is hard, all controlled by money.otherwise work haunts the city I can't get this job.and finances my children for school" added Security.

The morning chat was finally ended when Mr. Security arrived a friend who came to change the security guard post.

Alia also woke up and took a goodbye to go to house number 15.

After walking through several mansions, Alia finally arrived at number 15, the home of Typhoon Syahputra.

Alia's nervous feeling tried to knock on the door of the mansion.

Tok.dok.. Alia knocked on the door 3 times.

But there seems to be no answer from inside. With a hesitant feeling Alia tried to knock back on that luxurious door.

But Alia's finger knocked on the door again, suddenly the luxurious door opened. And a neat Typhoon figure appeared with a smiling face. A moment Alia was amazed.

"Hurry in, my mother is still sleeping." whispered Typhoon to Alia.

"Oh, yes." said Alia mangut-mangut.

Slowly the door opened and Alia slowly entered the quiet house.

"Mother, still sleeping??" ask Alia again.

"Yes, let him sleep a little more, and I can drift"

Alia was shocked.

"Ah, let me just sir." interrupted Alia quickly.

The storm looked at Alia.

"Sa-ya is the maid in this house, so let me clean the house of the father." said Alia smiling doubtfully.

The Typhoon thought for a moment, then finally nodded.

Alia grabbed with a curious face. He finally read the handwriting that he could not understand.

"Hmm, sir.sorry..this is what do you read??" alia asked hesitantly with him showing the chicken claw writing on the Typhoon.

Typhoon's forehead wrinkled in astonishment and looked back at Alia strangely.

"Can't you read it??" ask spontaneous typhoon.

Alia surprised.

"Can you sir, I can read if the writing is good, but this I can't" interrupted Alia defend herself.

Typhoon re-read his writing that he could easily understand. But Alia seems to understand.

"Yes, I'll print it later.."

"Ah, thank you sir." said Alia relieved. "So, what morning do you usually do?" ask Alia back.

"Breakfast, mom used to have breakfast just taken a shower.."

"Ooh.." said Alia began to remember the habit.

"Breakfast morning just give cereal and non-sugar milk. because the mother has a history of sugar disease.."

"Ooohh" Alia understood.

"After breakfast he took a bath.." said Typhoon hanging doubtful. "Can you?"

"Can" Alia replied without hesitation.

Typhoon weighing.

"Are you sure??"

"Yes, I'm used to it." replied Alia confidently with her experience of taking care of her late father-in-law first.

Typhoon nodded in relief, at least that task Alia was still able to neglect.

"Even if you tell me to clean up your mother's poop, I can too" Alia said suddenly, to the surprise of Typhoon.

***

After explaining some important points about parenting Typhoon mother. At half-hour 9 Typhoon was preparing to go to the office.

"I will go to the office and go home at 6 pm. If you need anything or any precarious thing, please contact me quickly." explained Typhoon while giving a business card to him.

Alia was glued and a little annoyed when she received the business card, she looked at and read the name of the card owner. Alia thought in silence.

"Is there anything you want to ask me again??" ask the Typhoon before reaching for his work backpack.

"Ah.no.no" replied Alia covering something up.

"Ooh, all right, then I go first" said Typhoon to Alia.

"Yes." said Alia, turning around and seeing that Topab was walking towards the door of her house.

I don't know why Alia instead reflexes to follow the steps of the Typhoon and finally take the man to work.

As the cyclone walks towards the car, Alia sees only the back of the Typhoon, which eventually disappears into the car. For a moment he seemed to remember something in the past, but quickly he brushed off the memories. Then slowly Alia closed the door.

Before leaving, Typhoon could look at the door of his house. And he could only breathe.

"Hopefully fine.." muttered the Inner Typhoon who was honestly still worried about Alia as well as her own mother.

But suddenly there was a phone call that resuscitated the Typhoon. He grabbed the phone and answered a phone that turned out to be from Kevin who was his co-worker at today's hearing.