Money Or Honey
Episode 15: Not Miss Kim

Hiyola arrived home at 6 p.m. After driving Daniel home, he went straight home. 

After locking the steering wheel of the motor, Hiyola accelerated, walking in. Slightly stunned when it turned out that the front door of the house was slightly open. 

Hiyola pushed slowly. He thought, Robert had already gone home so he planned to enter secretly. Today alone, he did not want to cross paths with that man. 

Hiyola stuck out her head slowly, watching the sofa in front of the TV, because usually Robert would be there. It breathed a sigh of relief, for Robert was not there. 

With a casual step, Hiyola walked in. Before moving, he turned to face the door, then closed it slowly.

"Good afternoon, lady..." 

Hiyola turned back because she heard a foreign voice.

"Geez!!!" his squealing with widened eyes and hands that touched his chest, was startled.

"God.... Uh, jesus, dislodged!" The old lady in front also did exactly as Hiyola did.

"You who?" hiyola asked, trying to avoid. His eyes were looking for Robert's whereabouts, but none. He thinks this woman might be stealing.

The old woman was still holding her chest, still in a shocked fashion.

"Master didn't tell the madam about my arrival?" 

Hiyola shook her head, peeking still feeling suspicious. One of his eyebrows shot up trying to remember.

 "Master? Mrs?" hiyola. In the next second, his eyes sparkled. "Oh, you must be a maid here right?" Hiyola. 

The old woman smiled with relief. "Gosh, I guess the madam wasn't told by the master." 

Hiyola nodded with a smile. That day when the towel happened, Robert told me about the maid coming in two days. 

Holy hooch! My head got dizzy suddenly considering the incident of that damn towel.

Hiyola hit her on the head slowly due to the influence of those embarrassing memories. A shameful incident that he has not forgotten to this day.

"The lady's okay?" Ami tried to ask out of concern for what her employer was doing.

Hiyola smiled, "I'm fine ...?" his words hang full of questions.

"Ami." replied Ami, seeing the confusion on the face of the master.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine, mbok Ami." 

Ami smiled, "Mrs Kim is very beautiful. Just as I imagined." Ami looked radiant as she said her words.

Hiyola widened her eyes. Even Mbok Ami knows about Kimberly. 

You're Roberth bucin! Just like Mbok Ami he confided about Kimberly!

"Do you know Kimberly?" ask Hiyola, you idiot.

Mbok Ami looked shriveled. His old face, with gray hair that began to dominate his head, looked at Hiyola in confusion. 

"Roof... This madam. Madam should ask, 'Mbok know me?' so madam." said Mbok Ami confirmed, imitating Hiyola's style of speech. 

The person in the gurui was just an obscure whimper. "Oh yes, right. Mbok knows me? Mbok never seen me before?" hiyola asked, starting to investigate. 

"Ear, but only a glimpse."

Hiyola. "What sir... Uh, I mean, did Roberth ever tell you about me?" 

Mbok Ami seemed to recall, "Master, not the how-to story, Madam. Actually, this is a conclusion I made myself." 

Hiyola was getting more enthusiastic. If not from Robert's own mouth, then he will find out through Ami. 

"At that time, I was given a week off, you said, sir, want to get married. Since the master never brought the madam into the house, I did not know the mistress at that time.

So when the master and mistress are getting married, the master had explained some things about the mistress. One of them is yes, I have to call the mistress 'lady Kim'." 

Hiyola's bright face instantly dimmed. Robert loved a woman named Kimberly.

"When it was the story lord, her face was even beaming, so I guess the mistress must have been a beautiful woman. Moreover, the master had never brought a woman into this house. I think it must be because of the beauty of Miss Kim, so you can not move to another heart." explained Ami tried to bring out everything she can remember.

Because of the serious talk, and their current standing, "We go to the table, mbok. Let the story be more comfortable." cut Hiyola, then grabbed Ami's arm and led her to the dining table so that the storytelling process becomes more comfortable.

Ami smiled, the 54-year-old woman was walking to follow where the master took her. From now on, Ami was unceasingly staring at the master, who he thought was very beautiful.

"Keep Mbok." asked Hiyola directly when they were in a comfortable position.

Seriously, Hiyola cupped her chin in the hand she held up on the dinner table. 

Ami frowned for a bit, setting the position.

"But, did the madam cut her hair?" ask Ami, when her buttocks have touched the chair. 

"See what, mbok?" Hiyola grew curious because of Ami's reaction. 

"I'm sorry, but that time, I didn't mean it." repeated Ami again holding back her sentence, making Hiyola even more gregety.

"Yes, what happened accidentally? Just tell me, I won't be angry." said Hiyola impatiently.

Ami looks hesitant, but still says it. "Actually that time I saw the madam and master kissing at the front gate..." 

For the umpteenth time, Hiyola swerved. He even had to close his mouth because he felt disgusted.

 How can they kiss in public? Mixed-blooded potatoes, they think they can bring such a culture here?

"Shameful." Hiyola commented.

"Why lady?"

Hiyola hit her mouth that liked to slap-ceplos carelessly. 

"I mean it's quite embarrassing, mbok. But, it's okay that it happened." Hiyola moved her body a little, she whispered.

"So how was my character at that time?" 

Ami squealed, her forehead shriveling. He also did exactly like Hiyola. Advancing his fat body, sticking to the dining table, then looked at Hiyola seriously.

"Miss wants me to be honest?" 

Shiuola. "What's wrong, mbok." 

Ami stared blankly for a moment,

"If you say, the lady is now much better. The lady I saw at that time..." Ami clucked, shaking his palm while shaking. "Too skinny." she continued.

"Say because Madam is a model, but for me, this madam's body is nicer, not thin and not fat. The word is cool, ideal." 

Hiyola smiled, hearing Ami's words. One point he is superior.

Ami continued. "The mistress's hair was also long, so right first look at the mistress I think the master married someone else." 

Hiyola gulped her Saliva heavily. He felt he had lied to many people, Miona, Aunt Alya, Daniel, and now Mbok Ami. However, even so, Hiyola still wanted to know about the woman named Kimberly. 

"Keep mbok?"

Ami continued. "The one I remember most at that time was the mistress's shirt." Ami clucked, then shook his head again. "Very lacking in materials. Different from the lady now. Her clothes are cool, like a slang youngster." kekeh Ami. 

Hiyola remembered the dress one closet in her room. Apparently Roberth likes women in less material dresses.

"Oh yes, mbok. Last mbok said given a week off, why have only three days been back?" 

Ami's face looked gloomy. "At that time, early in the morning, my phone master, he said like this, 'Mbok Ami... I want to come back here right now! I'm afraid someone might burn down the house.' So, ma'am. But because my hometown was far away, and had to board a ship, so it lasted for two days.." explained Ami, imitating Roberth's voice. 

Angry, annoyed, angry merge into one. Hiyola knew exactly who Robert was referring to. Again he remembered the scorched pot incident that day.

Hiyola was just about to comment, suddenly from Roberth's front door came in. Apparently he just got home.

After closing the door, Robert was startled by Hiyola who was staring at her sharply from the dining room. Somehow when he saw Hiyola's face, Robert remembered what happened before him on the road.

"Good afternoon sir, Robert." said Ami, walking over to her employer who had just returned home.

Robert nodded while confirming the watch in his left hand.

"Sore, Ami. When's coming?" 

"So 4 o'clock sir." replied Ami.

It seems that Robert deliberately ignored Hiyola who was still sitting while staring at him sharply.

"Oh yes, I've met Miss Hiyo..." Robert paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. "Have you met the lady, Kim?" continue her. 

Just wanted to answer. Roberts and Ami were startled by Hiyola who suddenly stood up while pushing hard the chair back with a slight roughness. 

Hiyola approached Robert and Ami. "Call me Hiyo, mbok."

 According to Hiyola, the more they call her Kimberly, the more she feels that she has taken the place of the real Kimberly and made herself a fake Kimberly. 

Ami was a little confused. "Well, why lady? Isn't that Miss Kimberly's name?"

Hiyola glanced at Robert, annoyed. "Yesterday was replaced at the civil records office, mbok!" his lies boasted, then sauntered up. 

 Ami looked confused. "Are you replaceable, sir?" look at Robert.

Robert shook his head, "That's his middle name, mbok. Just call as he wants." explained Roberth, moving towards the second floor, dragged along in Hiyola's annoyance.

 Ami mangosteen. "I think it can. Though if I can, I want to change the name so Alexy to be cool, like the names of Caucasians." kekeh Ami spoke for himself. 

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