I'm the Son of the Prostitute
3. Applying for Work
After a 30-minute drive, the motor stops at a magnificent residential complex. It's on the plateau. I looked around, the residential street was very wide. Lots of trees on the side of the road. Clean along the sidewalk.
"Oh, I stay. To work. If you want to go where, just ask the security guard." Parto left her friend in front of the complex gate.
"Yes, I get it." Rani is actually a little scared, but has to brave herself for her survival. Imagine, stepping on the provincial capital, looking for work in a place far from the angkot, alone too.
He read the inscription on the gate where he is now. Villa D Expert. "Wow.cool. Bismillah. May You make the way of the servant, O Lord." Rani began to step into the security room in the middle of the road, right at the entrance of the complex.
"Good morning, sir. I Rani, from JT province, want to find a job in the complex here so babby sitter or elderly nurse, I can also. Here's the file, I hope you can help me." Straightly, the nomad girl conveyed her purpose to some of the men who were in the security room.
"Well, isn't the goal wrong? It is S1. The State University anyway. Did he pinter? Do you want to be a maid?" While flipping through Rani's files, the security guard stared in astonishment.
"Anu sir. I ran out of money for the cost of going home. I love it when I get to this city. So, to reduce the burden of renting a room and eating, then, I decided to find work that could be accepted immediately, there was a place to live and guaranteed to eat. Don't worry, I can get tested today." Rani convinces the guards to continue helping her.
"Where is this bro?" A curly-haired man, ask his friend's opinion.
"Eh, I remember. Yesterday Mr Anggit seemed to be looking for a nurse for his mother? Hold, I. Let me call first." The man with the mustache hastened to reach the mobile phone complex facility to contact the person he remembers it.
"Tuuutn...Hello." The next time he rang the phone was picked up from across.
"Hello. Good morning, sir. This is Bambang in the front post. Want to ask, what vacancy nurse you are looking for yesterday has anyone filled?" The man with the moustache was named Bambang.
"Oh, that. Not yet mbang. What's up?" The man did not get a nurse for his mother.
"This sir. Here there is a woman from JT province, carrying a complete file accurately, asking for a job as a nurse or baby sitter. Would you like to see it?" Bambang expressed the problems that were in his room.
"Oh, can. Just bring it here, Mbang." Mr. Anggit agreed to an offer from his security.
"Good, sir. Let Vishnu take you there. Nu, take her to the house Mr. Anggit ya." Bambang was apparently the senior security at that place.
"Yes mas. Come on mbak." The man named Vishnu was riding Rani with a complex trail bike to the house of Mr. Anggit.
Only takes 5 minutes, the motorbike has stopped at a magnificent classic-style house, such as a Dutch government building, but the 2nd floor and there is a balcony. It looks different from the surrounding houses in a modern style.
"Ting nong's.ting nong..." Vishnu only twice hit the bell, from the garage already looks a middle-aged woman who ran small will open the gate.
"Please enter mbak. Go straight to the living room. If you are watching, just wait in the gazebo. What do you want to drink, mas?" ART offered Vishnu a drink.
"Let's go, I'll drop off." The assistant walked ahead of Rani to the living room. "Please sit. I live first yeah."
"Yes, thanks, bi." Rani nodded at the woman, then sat down with a heart in the chair she estimated cost more than 10 million.
The house is so magnificent. Roof high. There is a kongliong that connects the living room to the family room. There are photos of elderly women, sitting in wheelchairs flanked by tall women, white, and beautiful curls like Caucasians. Next to him was a tall, straight, white, straight-haired and handsome man.
'Ehm..." A deheman's voice shocked Rani from her willingness to stare at a large photo frame that must also be expensive. He was stunned to see the pair of men and women in the photo for real. 'What a matching couple.' He murmured in his heart.
"That's a picture of my mother, me and my husband." The graceful woman explained the contents of the frame to Rani.
"Can you see your file?" The man with his manly voice turned Rani's gaze away from the beautiful woman he thought was like a Barbie doll.
"Here, sir." The man and woman sat in front of Rani who was blocked by the table. The man looked at the file with the mangosteen, then gave it to his wife.
"My name is Gracia. This is my husband, his name is Anggit. Call me Grace, ok. Is this all genuine?" The hostess asks Rani about the validity of her data.
"That's right, mother. Please check on my alma mater website." The girl from the small town answered the interview calmly. He sat up straight and both hands piled on his lap.
"You're scholar. Is it not a shame to work as ART?" Bu Grace again looked at Rani's readiness to work at home, which was very contrary to her educational background.
"Not what, mom. I hope I can do this job well." Rani solidifies her determination to be an assistant in the house.
"alright. Can I check your ability and readiness to care for the elderly?" The hostess began to test Rani's abilities.
"Please, madam." The village girl agreed to be tested by her prospective employer.
"Come over here. Follow me." The owner of the house walks first through the kongliong and then opens the door of the large room behind the living room.
Seen on the bed, a woman with white hair on her shoulder, wearing a negligee on her feet was closing her eyes and lying down without using a blanket. There is no cold AC temperature, because glass windows and doors that penetrate to the garden next to the house are being opened.
"Mommy, here I bring a nurse who can accompany the days of motherhood. Mami look and feel first. Here by my mother." Gracia told Rani who was standing next to her to get closer to her mother.
"Good morning, madam. My name is Maharani. I came from a small town in JT province. I was determined to wander, because I wanted to know and live in a place other than the village of birth and the city I had studied. May mother fit in with me huh." Rani sat down on the floor, held the hand of the old woman, and kissed her hand. Unexpectedly, the crystal-clear granules fell onto the skin as white as the porcelain he smelled. For some reason, he was moved to see the appearance of a figure who might be his mother's age.
"Why are you crying?" A soft voice resuscitated Rani from her reverence she put the back of the old woman's hand to her cheek, after she had kissed earlier.
