Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 55: Organized or Regulated?

"Is that important, Ka? If you think of me as a sister. All right, I'll tell you." A phone that looks so cheap, but what good is an expensive phone. If not to use as it should. "The world is modern, we can do many things."

This time not just talk. Asthma starts a bit of a scenario that would be her defense. Shows some app features on his phone. Where there are three language translation feature applications. Good for chatting, calling or video calling. However, some other applications that can be a reference when constrained signal.

It's not just that. The girl explained. If during the discussion with Miss Las Sheira there is a third party who becomes the translator between the two. Actually, of all explanations. There is no lie except one fact that is hidden. Several times, he spoke a foreign language.

If Rey and Bagas knew. If two language translator apps were just downloaded yesterday. It will certainly be caught, if the discussion does not require the help of others. But today it was saved. One explanation that will make her husband calm and will not ask the same thing. That goes for Bagas too.

Especially if Rey continues to read the novel she wrote. It could be questioning the same thing with greater doubt. I will automatically think. There are many foreign languages spoken. Now you will only get answers from a language translator application.

The problem no longer exists because it is resolved. Right no? It feels good to spend a few moments just to change the direction of the viewpoint. After all was clear, Bagas could only rub his face rough. Thinking how to forget. If the world is full of sophistication.

He thought, Asma who lives in the village does not know the sophisticated world. As shown. To be honest, from the beginning thought that the girl must be simple, innocent and needed a lot of science in order to adapt to living in a metropolitan city. His big wrong thinking.

Who would teach a girl with a random system of thought? Inside the head Bagas was busy thinking about this and that, as a man, while Asma chose to act, not think. Not asking, but directly questioning in the statement. Was he misjudging?

Not to be confused with reality that looks sweet. It's just a hassle. Silence does not mean not understanding. Asthma proves an observer is more reliable than a person who is busy complaining about this and that. The tension of it all ends in acceptance.

"Nando, sit. It's breakfast time soon. It's all clear now." Rey said to stop the tension to return to a conducive atmosphere.

At the same time, Bi Jia carried a large tray containing three large bowls. Either the bowl contains what because there is no aroma of cooking. Women who are the age of the mother, make Asthma move from her seat. It is possible to let a mother do the work that young people can do.

"Bi!" Asthma takes over a tray that turns out oatmeal with berry-type fruit toppings. "I can bring my own."

"Non, this is Aunt's job." Bi Jia felt bad, her work was indeed serving. It feels uncomfortable when the employer himself takes over his responsibilities.

"I want, all the servants gathered this time as well. Could you please call them, Bi Jia?" Asthma omitted the aunt's bad taste so as not to feel burdened, made the woman goatee, then left the dining room.

Rey and Bagas stared at each other. Their hearts are aware, something will happen in a moment. Who will be responsible? Of course the queen in their house. Very clearly, Asma restrained herself with a smile that still adorned her face.

Trays were placed on the table, but the girl was still reluctant to sit down as she waited for the servants to gather. Wait for about five minutes. Finally the whole waiter in the house stood on the left side of the dining table. Again make sure the face of each servant to determine the appropriate work.

"Yet, already...,"

Not in unison, but he knew very well how life became a servant. Do not deny the time crashing busyness so that it does not have time to just drink a cup of tea or breakfast a piece of bread. Well, being a waitress is quite draining and mind.

"We'll have breakfast. So, stop your work and have breakfast. Thirty minutes. I think it's enough for breakfast. Don't worry about groceries, my husband will be doing everything from today and I will arrange the purchase myself later. Go, and come back at exactly seven in the morning." Assertive Asma as she shook her right hand, making the servants disperse.

His wife starts a home renovation, Rey does not dispute anything that is true for her home and family. He will support, and give his best to be the head of a good and responsible household, while Bagas takes over the place of Asma as an observer.

"Mas, Ka. Eat up! I don't want doctors to criticize you for keeping you busy with other things."

All three enjoy the oatmeal that tastes, well like that. Keep a delicious bowl of spicy chicken noodles. However, it should be enjoyed with gratitude. There was no conversation during the meal together, even when the sisters delivered three glasses of avocado juice which was very tempting.

Thirty minutes later. Breakfast ends with a feeling of fullness, can actually be said to be bloated. Avocado juice that full glass instantly stifles the stomach, but only applies to Asthma. It seems Rey and Bagas are used to breakfast with healthy food.

The same time as the command he gave. One by one, the servants came back, then stood in the same place, making Bagas give his brother an eye code to look back. "Let all get together, Ka. Can I change the house rules?"

"Butterfly, this is our home and family. Who will ban you? No-one. Do whatever you think is right for everyone. Me and Bagas believe in your decisions and choices." Rey unceremoniously gave the wife the right to be a mistress in her own home.

"I agree" said Bagas, allowing Asma to begin what the girl was aiming for.

Questions may come, but the heart can feel. Asthma just wants to improve the condition of the house. After all, the girl would stay for good as a wife and sister. So, the house should be the most comfortable place to go home. Family warmth is not about how solid the foundation of the building is. Except how strong the relationship is with each other.

The girl stood up while pushing her chair, then turned around with definite footsteps. His eyes were calm without leaving a smile. Obviously, the servants were tense. They've been thinking no-no. Nothing will happen but a little ultimatum that will straighten everyone's life.

"Morning, Everyone. Before starting, please for age thirty down move to the right side and age over thirty up to the left side. Mr Yanto, can you stand in the middle as a barrier?" obviously Asma made all the servants look at each other right and left, lucky Pak Yanto swiftly did the command and helped the separation of the ages of the servants.

Bagas nudged Rey's arm, "Is your wife a satpol PP officer?"