Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 56: Bagas' Doubt Over His Choices

He almost choked on the absurd question of his best friend. Why do you think that Asma officer satpol PP? Was it because of the actions of that girl who was busy organizing the servants? If yes, really do not think.

Anyone can manage, if they have the courage to initiate change. All humans have a soul as a leader. It's just that the difference is willing to act or just surrender to be ruled. It is no longer about power being ownership.

Back to Asthma. Where the girl counted the number of servants who had different ages. "Sir Yanto, please explain it to me. Every waiter's job starts at the back end. His name and job all along! Without exception."

The man in charge of the senior security guard nodded in understanding, "Nuri, his job is to help Mr. Dimas clean the outside area of the pool, garden, front yard, including caring for plants. His deputy Melati, the job of helping Bi Nunu clean the inner area except the three main rooms was therefore Bi Jia's duty. His department again, Suketi with kitchen work helped Bi Jia prepare the food menu."

"Suketi was also in charge of washing all the clothes. Then, Mr. Sohail, the usual security guard job accompanied me to the front. Everything has become routine for the past few years except for Suketi and Melati because the two girls just came and joined the house, Miss."

Mr. Yanto not only explained briefly, clearly and concisely. However, it is enough to make Asthma smile warmly welcome all statements that open like a book sheet. A moment of thought, who and what work can be done. Of course Bi Jia, Bi Nunu who is a woman over thirty years old will get a special offer.

"Would Ms Nunu cook?" Asma looked at the woman who had a pitch black netra with a wow height, at first glance reminiscent of the former gurus in her village.

Bi Nunu nodded slowly. It seemed like the woman was anxious and thought maybe she would be fired. Naturally, for the first time all the servants were gathered. This morning, accidentally. He nudged an urn until it fell and split apart.

"Are you guys scared? All right, I'll make it clear." Unbearable with the cold sweat melts that flooded Bi Nunu's face, and the tension of the other servants. "I don't intend to fire any of you. This morning, all of you will have a new task. So, relax."

"Butterfly, looks like they should be sitting down." Rey gave a brilliant suggestion.

Why not just from the beginning? Pity also sees the suffering of others. "As I said. Please sit, not on the floor, but on the dining table chair."

If you don't say it clearly. Surely the servants will sit on the floor as if waiting for the punishment to be read. Heard a sure command. The servants walked over to the dining table with a sense of arrogance, but they felt better complying than being in trouble.

Now, Rey and Bagas choose to stand behind Asthma. Listen and let what will happen. The discussion begins, some questions in spite of getting a definitive answer. One by one can give complaints and will get a solution. Nothing is distinguished. They all have the same rights.

Forty-five minutes later. The duties of the servants have changed. No one complains because they are conscious. Part of each job has been adjusted to the ability. Now the home arrangement will be better and can get maximum service.

"Thank you for your understanding and your time. If you have any complaints, come and tell me or you can meet my husband and you can go to Ka Bagas. Don't hesitate to ask for help. Here you work, but to me you are my new family. As a child to parents, and as a friend to our age. Go, you can continue the work. Happy activities."

"Asma, what made you trade their jobs? What if one doesn't understand how to do his job?" tanya Bagas spontaneously with curiosity.

Glean a glance, then looked back at the empty glass in front of him. "Everything visible to the eye. All human beings are equipped with the sense to think, try, and ensure their success. Did Ka Bagas doubt that?"

"Butterfly! Isn't that too spicy?" Rey reminds his wife to be a little gentle to deal with any problems or questions that come knocking her attention.

Not because he was afraid, but he didn't want to. Bagas issued an absurd side that had only been contained in his life. If one side is serious and the other side is absurd. Can you imagine what it would be like? Mischievousness with sense that could be a round of seven circumference. Then, who will feel the impact? Only he's a.

Asthma got out of place, then turned to look at the stairs in front there. "Life is about learning. Determination, and trust and confidence. We can be smart, but don't forget to share our knowledge. Isn't that, my dear brother's intention? I'll get ready for the sport. Assalamu'alaikum."

Without waiting for an answer. Asthma steps away from the dining table, making Rey sigh slowly. Rice also stands as a mediator among friends and wives. One wrong word was said. Finally became checkmate for himself, while Bagas just chuckled with his head could not comment anymore.

"Rey, shouldn't you send a special agent to investigate Asthma's background? It felt too frontal and not as it seemed. His eyes were calm, his style of speech was random, but his actions were swift. Is it really my girl of choice for you a country girl?"

What kind of statement? Before he was told, he did all that. One day, all the information had been gathered without any flaws. What else would be in doubt? Asma is indeed only a village girl who has worked as a servant for many employers in turn.

The girl also worked in the store, even her factory. Not only that, there is a lot of work to be done. A job that regardless of whether it is, a job for a man or a woman. In essence, the wife lives a difficult life, but still enjoys without complaining. Maybe, compared to the servants in his house. Asthma has a much more life sweet sour experience.

Including the level of education that is only up to junior high school. Well though he also heard from his informant, that his wife became champion one during the last national exam and beat four hundred other students that year. Still, Asma was the village girl to him.

All of that has only one purpose: to make the mother happy and proud. There is no personal motive that is only for self-interest, so it is natural. If last night's debate was very strange just because dreams involve the deepest emotions.

He patted his best friend's shoulder, "Come on, Asma my wife and became your sister-in-law. Throw away your doubts, isn't he, your chosen soul mate for me? At least trust in your heart that declares it worthy of our protection and love as a family."

"Sorry," Bagas let out a long sigh, muffling all the sense that continued to sneer at his decision. "I got carried away. Go get Asthma to the gym! I have to check some files in the workspace."