"Mom, Marcel wants to talk to Mom." Marcel squeaked, his hand still holding the cellphone.
"Say what?" Mom seemed to be frowning.
"Emmm Bunga needs work, can she work in this house as a maid?" Marcel asks his mother for permission first to hire Bunga.
"Your girlfriend's flower last night was at your reception, right?" asked Marcel's to clarify.
"Yes mom, he needs work." Marcel didn't dare to look at his mother for fear of being scolded by a poor girl who had nothing at all. Marcel father's who heard also spoke
"Does she really want to work in this house as a maid," asked her father.
"He wants dad, he said," said Marcel, looking up at his father.
"You can't, don't you feel sorry for your own girlfriend who was asked to work as a maid in your own house?" Marcel's mother couldn't understand her son's way of thinking.
