Wife Sense of Depcollector
Chapter 92: The Girl of MINIMAL Self-Esteem

"Nyon ..," Suketi tries to grab Asma's hand, but the master is unwilling to let his hand be held by the girl who is ready to burn her new home life.

Bi Jia did the young mistress' orders without hesitation, even a single satisfied smile adorned the middle-aged woman's face. Concerns that for some time rule the heart. Eventually they will be eliminated from everyone's lives.

If Suketi is not a girl with a lack of self-esteem, it can definitely stay to be part of the family of the employer. That's for sure. His hands were busy stuffing clothes into the large black bag of hosiery. In the middle of his busy life, suddenly something fell out of the closet.

A red box ten centimeters by fifteen centimeters distracts the three women in the room. But Suketi immediately took the box, then hid it behind his back. Strange attitude, but Asthma does not want to take a headache.

"Bi, just go ahead! I waited outside ...," Intentions wanted to turn away from the drama in plain sight, but ended up failing because of the arrival of Rey who entered the room. "Mass?"

The footsteps stopped in front of his wife. Some time there is only silence interspersed with the emotions implied in the eye view. Obviously anger peaked into the beginning of anxiety, but he knew that his wife could control feelings and use logic.

"Butterfly, go! Let this servant be my business." Rey said as she rubbed his wife's cheek, she just wanted to channel the spirit in hopes that Asthma's mood was conducive.

However, everything that happens is not a matter of emotion, but of self-esteem. What Suketi does, people will mention as cheap women. How not? The girl who was supposed to focus on work, this morning actually acted out of bounds. Especially in front of important guests.

"Mas, don't you see how he looks?" A stern look in the eye with a thin smile of cynical grin, "This girl should have learned how to value herself, but instead was busy indulging in future assets. Is he here to learn to be a striped male entertainer?"

"Nr ...,"

Suketi's voice choked. Heartache when the not-so-beautiful woman in front of him likens the life he has to the woman of the night out there. What's wrong with not wearing chest-stifling glasses? After all, the uniform worn thick must not even be visible from the outside.

Squash by Jovanka means two twin mountaintops belonging to servant girls where without the cover that should be. So that the indentation that was exposed was so clear and proudly puffed out the chest when in front of many men. If it is not called cheap, what is the right call?

"SHUT UP!" Rey snapped that the girl did not have manners that debated his wife, the hand that was raised with five fingers open immediately silenced Suketi.

The servant jumped in shock until the body jolted backwards. The fiery courage slowly began to shrink. Asthma can refrain from shouting, but the man who became the idol of her heart was just angry without self-control. The heartache grew more and more upon seeing the rejection gaze of the master.

Rey's anger clearly shocked everyone even Bi Jia could not continue packing Suketi's clothes into the bag, while Asma sighed. Not wanting to add more tension, one step forward, then scatter hugging her husband. A gentle swipe attempted to release the negative aura that continued to spread.

"That anger is the main enemy of every human being. Istigfar, Mas. I need calmness from within you.Pull in the breath, exhale slowly." The sound of a fast racing heart beat sounds so clear, making him have to patiently refrain from remaining emotionally stable.

"I know," Asma let go of her embrace, then turned to face Suketi who still looked in shock. "Bi Jia, please take this girl outside the main door and make sure she changes the appearance that can be a woman of minimal self-esteem."

"Alright, Madam." Bi Jia replied slightly stuttering, making Asma feel guilty about the unexpected incident.

Without a word, Asma led Rey to leave the servant's room hand in hand. However, there has been no time to walk past the door of the room. A red object floated in the air. It shot too fast that Bi Jia did not have time to warn.

Rey who realized the danger of directly embracing the waist Asma brought her woman to hide into the deck. A quick movement welcomes the pain of the back. "Asma, aren't you papa? Is anyone sick?"

The village girl was still adjusting to her heartbeat. Rey's unannounced reflexes grabbed her body, it was shocking but the next second she realized something was wrong. Not wanting to speculate early, a hug was released. Then circulate the view to find the cause that prevented the departure of the two of them.

It turns out that the red box Suketi hid was the target of the girl's impeachment. What at a young age, the girl has zero attitude? Wonder yourself why there are servants who do not know self-esteem is important to be maintained. He took the box lying on the floor with a slightly scuffed condition because it hit Rey's back.

"Butterfly!" Rey called his wife slowly so that Asma remained conscious because her female aura suddenly turned unpleasant. "...,"uh"

No words would interfere with his decision. Either Rey spoke what, but his steps walked surely towards Suketi while holding a red box in his right hand. A box that most likely contains jewelry. Whatever the contents of the box were, it was still that the waiter had acted even more insolent.

Asthma held out a box to cover her face. Let alone the face of wrath, a sweet smile continues to adorn his face. "Are you tired of living? Secretly looking at my husband, adoring not even shy about showing off your stuff. Don't you have any sense?"

"Women are not things, but thanks to a senseless girl like you. The man out there is looking at women as lustful." Asma removed the red box without a care for Suketi's hand which hung in the air, then without permission delivered a touch of five fingers slapping the servant's cheek in front of him without any hesitation.

A loud enough voice and stifled everyone's consciousness. Asma pointed at Suketi's face without knowing fear, the eyes of the two clashed with each other. He knew Suketi's hatred was growing. However, is the brazen attitude of the servant justifiable? No, women should know how to keep their honor.

"You dream of being a hostess? Men don't need a body to be queen, but you can be a bed-warming blanket. It's too early to forget yourself. If no one wants to remind you to look in the mirror. My slap will always be a warning."

Checkmate. Suketi was speechless unable to say. Spicy, hot, piercing right into the heart. Not just a slap. What's wrong with falling in love, he admitted his actions crossed the line. More than all that, he wanted to occupy the position of the woman who was now looking at him firmly with an aura of intimidation.

Sah, right? Love is never wrong. Never mind, the servant girl's thought was indeed narrow like a crack in the wall. Want to be rough, sweet or swear will not be self-conscious. What is the point of being beautiful with a body goal? Any woman should know the meaning of honor and self-esteem that is always mandatory to be guarded. Yes, you want to call a cheap woman.

"He won't understand, Ka. Eye gazes, actions, hatred and resistance were clearly revealed without needing to be explained. Girls with petty thoughts should be thrown away, not defended." said Fay who stood outside the door with Jovanka who kept whining asking to meet Asma.