Love Made In Hong Kong

Part.4. Ms. Tri and her Daughter.

In the afternoon after I finished bathing Grandma Siti, bribed her to eat then I also took a bath to clean my body. Then shortly after that the front door opened and someone said hello.

"Assalamualaik." A woman's voice.

I immediately ran to see who was coming. A middle-aged woman with a graceful looking withered woman stepped towards me.

"Getishalight." I answered his greetings.

"Hi, you must be Aini huh." He greeted me with a cheerful tone.

"Yes, Mom." My answer. This must have been Mrs Trihapsah sir's wife. My employer is female.

"Gee, it's good we could meet. How's grandma been in the shower?" He asked back.

"Mom, I've been feeding you too."

My answer.

"Owh.thank you then. Oya Aini introduce me Trihapsah, just call Ms Tri. I'm your employer here. We are both indo. I hope you help me take good care of my mother."

"Yes, Mom."

" I hope you're happy working here." Ms. Tri held my shoulder and went to her room .

It was getting late and the gun was saying hello. Ms. Tri came out of her room and found her mother. Then he taught me how to raise Siti's grandmother in her wheelchair. Although actually I have known since I was an intern at the shelter but I just follow my employer's instructions so that he is happy.

The next night Siti's grandmother saw me already asleep in her sleep. I went to my room intending to sleep as well. But I haven't closed my eyes yet. The face of the man who had picked me up this afternoon seemed to be dancing around "he's so handsome" I thought. Hey what's wrong with you Aini. Realize, you're here to work for money instead of looking for love. Heeem. I smiled to myself. Forget about that peria. Just a day working here I don't want anything to ruin my job.

I unwind in a soft bed, though, can not be compared with the mattresses in my room and my sister who has started to open the seams and the kapuk began to come out one by one until the morning wake up, of course, there are those who join nempel in the clothes or in the hair. Ah. even so but felt very homesick with the atmosphere of the chaotic room. Maybe in two years I'll just go back to sleep there.

It sounded like Bu Tri was speaking in an angry tone, but I didn't understand the meaning of her words. He does not speak cantonese. It is not the language of English anymore. Completely foreign in my ear. Maybe it's Turkish. I was curious as to who Bu Tri was angry with I finally ventured to open the door of my room a little bit and from the crack of the door I could see that Bu Tri was angry with a young woman or more it is worth calling a girl.

It must be Bu Tri's daughter and Mr. Seful. But beside the girl there was a handsome young man with narrowed eyes maybe he was a native Chinese Hong Kong. After Bu Tri uttered the words in an angry tone, then the girl attacked her mother with a sentence that was also loud. Then I saw Ms. Tri slap the girl's right cheek, and the girl then ran into her room facing my room. And I was shocked at once.

I guess the girl knew that I was eavesdropping and peeking at the incident that just happened. I hurriedly closed the door of my room slowly until it made no sound. After that I did not dare to open the door to my room again, so I did not know the continuation that happened.

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This is my second day working in this house. Of course there are not many things I know other than taking care of Siti's grandmother which is my job. For the business of cooking Bu Tri who cook, for our food in the morning and afternoon in the cook at the same time in the morning, while for the evening said Bu Tri they used to buy it.

I just found out that last night's girl was Bu Tri's daughter and Mr. Seful but said Ms. Sri was not good.

"We as his parents no longer know how to guide Nasya. Even I myself as his mother sometimes despair with my son's attitude that always makes trouble."

So said Bu Tri telling me while he taught me how to make brown rice bubu for Siti's grandmother. The girl was named Nasya. In my mind I thought that this family was harmonious. Because from the beginning met with the seful sir, grandmother, and also Bu Tri they seemed so religious. But after the incident last night with the sight of mother and son fighting each other in the middle of the night with the condition of the child who was drunk it seems my initial perception was wrong about my employer's family. But I don't know if their boys are like what I've never met.

In their home there is also only one old family photo with a frame on display in the living room. But it was Poto when their two children were small maybe about 8 years old who was male and maybe 5 years old who was female. Ah, that's their family business.

Heeem. I returned to my main job of taking care of all the needs of Siti's grandmother. I just finished feeding grandma the chicken porridge that was bought by Ms. Tri before she left for work. Suddenly I heard someone slamming the door.

It turned out to be the daughter of Ms. Tri who came home drunk last night. I just sat down near the kitchen table. Then he came closer to where I was standing. Without a word he opened the closet, then closed it back hard. Then open the refrigerator and again close it hard anyway. I really don't know what to do under these circumstances.

I'm new here. I wanted to say hello and ask what this girl was looking for, but I didn't dare to see her rough battle. This girl seems so arrogant. And finally he took a glass and filled it with water from a small teapot on the dining table, but then slammed the glass back until it broke scattered on the floor.

I fear. I want nagis. In this atmosphere there was only me, grandma and this girl at home. His eyes sometimes look at me. I want to run to my room or grandma's room. But my legs feel heavy . But then he went back into his room. I am alone in the kitchen. There's a little relief in my heart. Then I cleaned the broken glass. But accidentally my hand was injured by a prick of shard fragments scattered on the floor to bleed. I immediately washed it and wanted to find P3K equipment belonging to the Tri family. All the cabinets in the kitchen I opened but I couldn't find them. Until I finally decided to tear the end of my shirt and then I tied as much as I could on my hand that was hit by a pinprick.

Seriate..