Dusk At Ufuk Malacca

Chapter 7

Tears I can't hold anymore. I try to be strong and work as usual back. Lamenting is also free because it has already entered this country. I started cleaning the bathroom and Mem's room.

After everything was done, I headed downstairs back to resume the previously delayed work. Don't forget I took a bakpao and some fruit because my stomach started to sing his signature song. Although this bakpao has almost no taste and hard, but can be my helper when hungry.

While enjoying the cotton-flavored bakpao, I smiled as well remembering Mem when he fell. Seen holding his hips while whimpering in pain. Too soon karma happens.

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The roar of the car made me flinch from the daydream. I quickly cleaned my mouth and returned to my job.

Seems Mem brought a woman. Apparently he is Indonesian too because his stature is not much different from mine.

He introduced himself, Saropah his name and came from Sampang. Eleven-twelve with me, he's not very fluent in Indonesian either. I was so happy to just meet my family.

After Mem left us, I also introduced the name of the equipment one by one. Sometimes I smile because I used to be devastated in Malay.

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More stress with our actions, let alone the original Saro Madura. Every Mem asked whatever he answered with his language. I laughed when I saw them fighting, because each other spoke different languages.

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We worked together for a week. Mem then sent us to clean up his friend and brother's house. A day was given 2 houses, we had to go back to work at Mem's house.

It's a very exhausting job. Saro also seemed unable to, especially in the morning there was no breakfast for us.

Saro and I were assigned to clean up Datuk's house. His house is magnificent like a palace. The second floor is also from translucent glass, very scary. We can't step, just stare in place. Saro several times worshiped for mercy while crying.