Love Made In Hong Kong

Patr.3 . Early Introduction

That morning my friends and I were picked up by our employers. According to the data I received I got an employer who was not a native. My agent said my master would be Muslim, they are Turkish citizens but have long settled in Hong Kong. The job I get is to take care of the parents (jompos).

"Nuraini, to Lei lah (now it's your turn)." Our agent called me. I'll get my suitcase. Then walk behind the middle-aged woman. He is the Agent in charge of our work and safety here. Her name is Lili, her name is, he is native Indonesian but married to a native Hong Kong and settled here.Tadi before I was called Sulastri and Sri was already called because their employer had come first. And now it's my turn. Melly and Vanes are also some friends who are still waiting for an invitation.

Right in front of the waiting room I saw a man with glasses sitting there. He's too young if he's gonna be my master. Yes, from the look of his face is really very visible face turkinya. Is he my employer? I don't know whether I know for sure either.

"Here, now it's your turn to be picked up. This is what you picked up, not your employer. But you still have to be polite. Ming em Ming sir (understand no )?"

"Ming sir (understand)." I replied while slightly lowering my head a sign I understood.

After I'm done administering my agent, this man who picked you up is signaling that I should follow him. After saying goodbye to our Agent I went to my employer's house still around Victoria City. Along the way I just kept quiet. Don't know what to talk about. Suddenly the car we were riding stopped at a red light.

"You're native Indonesian?" This Turkish-faced, glasses guy asked me. Spontaneous I was shocked. She can speak Indonesian?

"Yes." Yeah." My answer was short because I did not dare to say much with people I did not know at all. What else our agent said he was not my employer but just a man. Is it possible that he is also an Indonesian TKI? But it seems like his clothes are too neat for a errand worker. I only dared to observe him a little bit - a little bit of glass in the one right above his head.

"Why go all the way to Hong Kong?" Ask again.

"In Indo it is difficult to find work, whose salary is quite large." Answer me for what it is.

"What graduates are they?" The man asked me again.

For a moment I swallowed. Then he answered his question again.

"I'm just a high school graduate. You yourself have you been working in Hong Kong for a long time?" I ventured to ask.

"Eyeah.." The man just nodded.

Then the green light was back on, he was back to focus on driving the steering wheel. We kept quiet, no words said. I really wanted to ask this guy a lot of questions, but he didn't seem to give me that chance. What is clear is that I am very happy to meet fellow Indonesians in this country of people I do not know at all. It was like meeting close relatives even though they did not know each other but the comfort was there. I can get rid of a million fears and worries because my countrymen are here.

After parking the car, the man opened the door and helped me get my suitcase out of the car.

"Let's come with me. You're going to live in this neighborhood, and you already know it's not your job to look after an elderly grandmother. He is very old and 65 years old. Do you know what to do later?"

"Yes I know." My answer.

"Here, this is your employer's house. Look and remember carefully beside the door written A4, and above the door written bismillah lafazh. Because your employer is Muslim. They're muslims. You are a Muslim, right?."

I just replied to everything with one nod. That is enough to answer all his words and questions. Then he slammed the door and rang the bell. Soon a Turkish man appeared with a mustache and a beard that was left long until fused. And he's a little older than my dad. Maybe he was over 50 years old.

"Assynoltomodel.." The man who was driving me said hello to the man who just opened the door.

"Waalaikum greetings, jeng yap (please enter)."

"Emkoi (thank you)." Answer the man who picked me up. Then we came in.

Their faces contrast sharply with their turkic faces but they speak cantonese with an accent and tone that is no different from the native Hong Kong people. While they continued to converse in cantonese my eyes watched every corner of the living room of my employer's apartment. There's nobody here. My heart started to beat. Fear and worry again covered my heart. But as much as possible I try to control my feelings. Then the man who had picked me up said goodbye. Stay with me and my master. But before leaving the man who had picked me up had time to greet me.

"Here, you're fine working here huh. My name is Farenzy. I'm going first. Assalamualaikum Aini." He left before I could answer his greetings.

"Getishalight." I answered softly while looking at his back then he disappeared behind the door and closed the door again.

While Farenzy's gone, there's me and my employer. Then my master showed me a room that would be my bed. And next to her is the grandmother's room that I will take care of. When I finish my clothes. I went out and my employer took me to his mother's room. I was also surprised that my employer was also fluent in Indonesian just that his accent was still a bit stiff.

"Hi, Aini. Come here, I'll show you first. This is my mother's room. There was my mother who could no longer wake up. Let's get in here." My employer opened the door to the room. And it was true that there was an elderly grandmother who was lying down but her eyes were open. And he could still recognize people and his sight was still clear.

"Here's earlier introduce first, I'm your employer. My name is Saeful. You should be surprised to hear that I am good at Indonesian, right?, Yes you should be surprised. But you should know, that I am a native Turk. My wife is Indonesian. He is from Magelang. Later that afternoon you meet him. Now he's working. My wife's name is Trihapsah. We have two children one boy and one girl whose men already have their own home and whose place is far from here. And the women who live here with us. This is my mother-in-law. Surely he is Indonesian because of that then I look for the one who takes care of him must be Indonesian as well. My mother-in-law's name is Siti Hamidah. You take care of him well. You gotit?"

"Here you get it." I replied while slightly bowing my head a sign of my respect for her as my master.

"Yes it's getting closer." Mr. Saeful called me to come closer to Siti's grandmother.

"Mother, this is Aini's name. From now on he'll take care of mom. Everything you need just tell him. He's an Indonesian too." Saeful sir introduced me to Siti's grandmother. Then look grandma Siti smiling greet me. I also replied with a smile .

Then Mr. Saeful said goodbye to return to his workplace. Just leave me and Siti's grandmother at home. In my mind I feel lucky to get this good employer and what makes me most happy is that they are Indonesian.

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