Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)
All are friendly and so are Non Olivia
"So you, who's gonna be a nun for my son?" ask Mr. Atmaja, the owner of the house.
I blinked my eyes repeatedly, for the eyes of those in front of me were sharp and oppressive, and my heart was afraid.
"I-yes, Sir! I am the one in the photo, my name is Rengganis." I replied stammeringly.
As soon as I looked down so much that master Atmaja was watching me, I didn't know why I was so uncomfortable.
"You already know what your job is, right? Now get some rest, fix your things and your room. You can start working tomorrow." Obviously the mp has a home.
I nodded and immediately stood up as soon as I saw the beautiful woman who welcomed me earlier coming up to me while patting me on the shoulder, the beautiful woman said," Come on, I'll take you to the nurse's room."
"I'm sorry, sir!" I said goodbye while bowing a sign of respect to Mr. Atmaja who is now sitting while igniting a cigarette.
Lord Atmaja just nodded in response to my words.
The house was so large and spacious, it was evident that I had to rotate several times until I got to the maid's special room, each maid had their own room.
Where the room is so risky even though empty uninhabited, springbed mattress and wooden cabinets with full glass. Not to mention, my room feels so spacious.
"Please rest, Sus! Tomorrow I will explain all the work of Sus Rengganis, hopefully at home, oya! I almost forgot, my name is Olivia, the future wife of Mr. Atmaja." The woman named Olivia was so friendly to introduce herself, I did not even think she was a new 'candidate', because this woman is so beautiful and elegant.
"Yes, Non Olivia. Thank you for the warm welcome, God willing I will be at home and can be responsible with my work." Sahutku.
"Yes, get some rest! Tomorrow we'll talk seriously about work, yeah!"
"Yes, Non!" sahutku.
I finally got a full rest today, so good sleep I slept on a soft bed.
Enjoying this luxury, made me think of my son. As my breath tightened, my eyes dewed. Have they eaten? Are they okay I'm leaving?
Before long, adzan isya reverberated. I woke up and wudhu.
I just explained and prayed and I said the names of my two children, shed these tears when I said their names.
My heart is forced away from me, because of the harshness of life.
"Later I will borrow the same phone Non Oliv to contact Ms. Sani, want the news Yayan the same Inspiration, O Allah Gusti!" I muttered while crying gurgled on the prayer mat.
Before long, there was a knock on my door. My gate was open even though no one called me.
And my eyes widened when I saw the middle-aged woman smiling at me and carrying a tray of rice and side dishes.
"Neng, this is a feeding ration! From earlier mbok waitin why did not come out, afraid to hesitate to be the same mbok taken in. Here, eat!" Said the woman, very friendly and I reluctantly took the tray.
"Thank you, mbok! I'll take the dishes to the kitchen." My solute.
"Yes, neng. Please eat," said the mbok while retreating.
Due to the quiet situation, I went back to the room and went to bed.
****
Once in the morning at 04:00 WIB, I got up and rushed to take a shower. Because the bathroom is in each room makes it easier for me to move, especially me who uses the hijab.
That morning I took a shower and prayed at dawn, starting the day by pleading with the Khalik.
I chose to use only the tops and skirts I brought from the village even though it was shabby.
At least cover my aura.
At 05.10 WIB, the kitchen bell rings. A sign of breakfast for the workers in this house.
I came out after peering left and right in front of the door, I was afraid they didn't like my presence. But I was wrong, the workers here who are dominant women both young and old like me so warmly welcomed me.
Many ask the origin and why not go out to eat with them last night.
It turns out that all workers have their own duties, some are animal keepers. Even cats and dogs have their own caretakers, some are in charge of cooking for the Atmaja family, some are in charge of cooking for workers and some are in charge of cleaning the house.
"Bak is Dinda's sister, yes! The patient yes mbak, because Dinda's her son lash and like it, eek same pee just any. Sometimes deliberately before using pampers she even eek on the floor, already many who retreat to be his sister. Moga aja Mbak Rengganis at home, yes! Remember Ma'am, the pay is big!" Catering to the maid who had breakfast with me, Oni was named to work in the cleaning section of the main house, which was Mr. Atmaja's house.
I just nodded while trying to smile, "God willing ...." Mumbles.
At exactly 07:00 AM local time, Non Oliv knocked on my room and how surprised he was to find out I was not wearing the nun suit he gave me.
"Sus, put on the shirt. Later Dinda does not know, she likes to be angry if the one near her is not wearing a nurse's uniform." Non Oliv protested as soon as I saw me wearing a shabby shirt.
"But Non, I don't want to wear it. The uniform was so narrow for me" I complained, looking down.
"Okh, it's too small! Wait a minute, " said Non Oliv, he went somewhere and soon returned with six stel nuns uniform.
"This, Sus! It should be enough yes, because this is the largest size XXL. And Sus wear thin makeup, janga so pale so. I am a woman who does not like to pale that, come on Sus cepetan!" Reveal Non Oliv while glancing at his watch continued.
I change my clothes and apply a little lipstick I have.
"Well, so! Let's go," cried the young woman.
*****
Now, I'm in a room like a nursery, with all the toys strewn across the floor, baby toys hanging over the King-sized bed in this room.
The first time I entered this room, I tidied up the rooms and toys that were scattered. And some corners of the room were emitting the smell of pimples and splotches of water, as if someone had just urinated in that place.
My goggles picked up the mop and in an instant the room was neat and fragrant.
"Then, where's Dinda?"
