Mysterious Helper
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"Kinan," called a middle-aged woman.

"Yes, ma'am" said the man called Kinan.

Kinan walked towards his mother's room. He saw his mother lying on the bed, gently massaging her feet.

"Kinan, please get some massage oil in that drawer!" pinta the middle-aged woman pointed at a drawer.

Kinan obeyed, he took the oil. Then sit beside his mother's feet. Kinan greased the oil and massaged his mother's feet.

"Kinankan once said to Mother, if Mom's legs ache, call Kinan. Let Kinan alone massage," said Kinan advising.

"Mom doesn't want you to get tired and lack rest. Achy like this, it is common for women like Mother" said Ibu Kinan, whose name is Ibu Sri.

"I'm not tired of trying to massage Mom. I'm even happy" replied Kinan.

"Oh yeah, how are you doing?" ask Mother Sri to shift the topic.

"The work is mediocre, ma'am," replied Kinan.

"I'm sorry son, because you have to replace Mom you have to be tired of being a maid," said Ms. Sri.

"No papa, Mom. There all the aides are well. So Kinan had a lot of friends" Kinan replied.

"Have you ever met young master Gilang?" ask Mother Sri.

"No ma'am, young master always goes out at dawn and comes home late at night. While I came at seven and came home at five in the afternoon" Kinan replied.

"Has there ever been a woman your age who came to that house in fancy clothes?" ask Mother Sri.

"Oh, ma'am, but I didn't see him. You see the security guard forbid him to enter," replied Kinan who made Mother Sri breathe a sigh of relief.

"Kinan," call Ms. Sri seriously.

"Iya Bu," said Kinan as he looked at Mother Sri's bead.

"Not close to the woman. She's a bad woman. You have to promise to Mom. If you will not be close to the woman," said Ms. Sri with teary eyes.

"Mother, don't cry" Kinan said, wiping away the tears that had begun to flow.

"Hin promise, Kinan will not be close to the woman" Kinan promised.

***

Next morning.

Kinan was already inside the luxurious mansion belonging to the family of the young master Gilang.

Today is different from any other day. Because, on this day his young master is in the house.

Tumben.

In the afternoon, Gilang was at the dinner table. Kinan was ironing clothes in a special room. But he forgot that it turned out that the endowment was over. By force, Kinan had to buy into the stalls outside.

While passing the dining table, Kinan was glued to see Gilang's face. He was familiar with that face. Kinan tried to think hard. But all he saw was a shadow of ash. And it made his head hurt.

Kinan ran without greeting Gilang. He did not want to see it, because his head hurt so much if he kept looking at that face.

Gilang who saw someone passing through without saying hello, somehow there was a debate inside him.

"Who is that girl?" ask Gilang to the butler.

"His name is Kinan, he's the son of Sri's mother. And here, Kinan replaces his mother, Mister," replied the butler named Mother Dini.

"After he returns, tell him to meet me in my study" said Gilang as he stood up.

"Okay sir" replied Early Mother.

After half an hour, Kinan had just returned.

"Kinan," call Mom Early.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" ask Kinan.

"You are called the young master in his study" replied Mother Early.

"But my work is still not done, ma'am," Kinan said.

"You can do it later," said Mother Dini.

"But if I do it later, then I'll be home a long time, ma'am. My mother needs me at home," Kinan excuses.

"Let me tell the others to do your job," said Mother Dini.

"But Ma'am." Kinan's speech stopped.

Forcibly, Kinan nodded and stepped his feet towards the Young Master's study.

Tok tok tok tok

"Get in" said someone from inside the room.

Kinan opened the door and entered with his head lowered.

"Did you call me?" ask Kinan still with a bow.

"Yes" replied Gilang.

"Get your head up" said Gilang.

Kinan was silent.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" ask Gilang.

"I hear you, sir" replied Kinan.

"Then why don't you raise your head?" ask Gilang.

"No one" replied Kinan.

"Get your head up" said Gilang.

Kinan raised his head with his eyes closed.

"Why did you close your eyes? " ask Gilang.

"No one" replied Kinan.

"Open your eyes" said Gilang.

Kinan opened his eyes but did not look at Gilang.

"What did you call me?" ask Kinan before Gilang comments.

"Are you good at cooking?" ask Gilang.

Kinan nodded.

"Then, you'll have to replace one of the cooks. Because he was a permit, his family had been sick for a week," Gilang replied.

"Can't be sir" said Kinan.

"Why can't it?" ask Gilang.

"Because I have to accompany my Mother, Master" Kinan replied.

That's not the only reason. But if he becomes a temporary cook, then that means he has to stay in that mansion. And that means he has to see Gilang's face for a week.

"You can bring your mother here" Gilang said.

"But..." Kinan tried to resist, but his words were cut off again.

"There is no more objection" said Gilang who returned to focus on the file in front of him.

"If I am no longer needed. I'm leaving" said Kinan.

Without hearing Gilang's reply, Kinan went straight out.

"What should I do?" muttered Kinan after making it out.

Kinan entered a room he had left earlier. Inside the room, Kinan resumed his duties. He re-ironed the clothes he had left behind.

"Bu Dini said she would tell others to carry on with my duties. In fact instead of neat clothes add up, even clothes that must be ironed add up," grumbled Kinan.

Kinan said that, because the clothes that had been ironed were still the same as the one he had left behind. Not increase one bit. Even the basket is getting fuller, because the clothes are dried.

"Then this is the case, I will definitely return home late," muttered Kinan who was upset.

Before continuing his work, Kinan told his mother that he was going home late. He did not want to make his mother worry about him because he came home late.

After telling her mother, Kinan resumed his duties.

The clock was already showing at five o'clock in the afternoon, but there were still clothes that had to be ironed.

Half an hour later, Kinan had already finished his ironing. He left the clothes neat. He thought, it's getting late and storing clothes can be done tomorrow.

Kinan picked up his bag and walked out of the room. He saw a back that was behind him. That's not Gilang's back. That's a woman's back. And it felt, Kinan had seen this back.