Oh Arunika
Unresponsible

“Ar... Honey, where are you?” The soft voice of the woman was still heard as I carried the broom with the pengki and approached the son of the master Mother who I now saw was crouching, picking up the shards of the shard using her hands without any aid.

“Pak, let me take care of it,” I said not feeling good. Because even though he made it messed up, it has become a mother's job, which means I can also do it.

“It's okay. It's almost finished.”

“Ar, it turns out you are here.” A beautiful woman with an extraordinary beauty, high posture and a bright white skin stood in the doorway of the kitchen. I was really stunned to see it. All my life this time I saw a woman's physique as perfect as this. I took a sip of saliva so excited to see her beauty.

“I called from earlier. You didn't hear me, did you?” His spoiled voice melted the stiffness created since earlier in this room.

The woman walked over to the man who was crouching behind her who was apparently also so beautiful. They are a very compatible couple. “Ar!” pekik woman who when seen seems to be the wife of the mother's master's child. Because all I know is the employer's only daughter is married. He pulled out his hand with the intention that the man would stop what he was doing.

“Akhh!”

I who had been staring at the place because I was busy admiring the beauty of the woman in front of me was immediately shocked to hear the moans of the mother's master's child. The man dropped the shards of shard he had gathered on his palm. I glared at the sight of his thumb bleeding.

“Ar!!” Again the woman screamed. “Your hand is bleeding!” panicked shouting.

“Why did you pull my hand? The glass fragment hurt my finger.”

The man stood up and shook his hand.

“Sini let me see.” The woman immediately grabbed the hand of the mother's master's son and blew her mouth. In the next second he screeched again in great panic. “Ar, there's a splint stuck in your finger!”

“Really?” The woman nodded worriedly. “Oh, this is just a small shard of shard,” the man replied calmly after seeing the wound on his hand. He then pulled out the shards of the clear colored shard that stuck in the skin of his finger.

“Ar.” The woman who did not know her name brought back the hand of the mother's son before her. Ah, if you don't remember her name Nadia, as Ibu Ranti said earlier. He blew the injured hand and made sure there were no more glass fragments left there. “The blood is still out, Ar,” he said with a still anxious expression.

“It's okay. It's just a small wound. After being given ointment will also heal.”

We do not know each other because we have never met. I've only ever seen Mr. Juna–the mother's master's son when I was in this house. I saw it from a distance and only a few times.

Being looked at like that makes me look down. It's just bright my voice feels shrunken by this universal beautiful woman.

“I Arunika, daughter of Bu Nita.”

“Why are you standing there and just watching my husband pick up these shafts? Why did you let my husband touch the broken glass with his hand while in your hand was a broom?” the story with the sarcasm.

“It...” I was confused how to answer. “Tadi sa–”

“Already... already,” concluded Mr. Juna. “This mess is not his fault, Nad. I was the one who carelessly dropped that bottle of juice. Don'worry. It's just a small wound.”

The beautiful woman took a breath and then pulled back her husband's hand to blow. The woman was worried about her husband. Even if you look at the wound is not so bad.

“Where is the P3K box? Can you bring it here?” the door glanced at me.

I'm confused again. My gaze circled around to find if the P3K box in question was in this kitchen space. But nothing seems to be kept here.

“You don't know where that P3K box is stored?” Mr. Juna's wife who was now back looking at me asked in annoyance. He seemed to be able to read my confusion not knowing where the first aid tools were stored.

“I'll look for it first, Bu.” I rushed to look for him in another room or else just asked Mom.

“Already, no need,” he said cynically holding back my steps that would pass from there. “I wonder why Mom would hire such an irresponsible person like her. Come on, Ar, let's go to the room. I have plaster in the bag.”

I was disappointed mixed with sadness at my helplessness in the situation that had just happened. Just this time I was working unsatisfactory at Mom's employer's house. I stared weakly at the pair of humans who had just disappeared behind the door. Hopefully they do not report what has just happened to Ibu Ranti which will impact on Mother's work.