Love Made In Hong Kong

Part. 7. The Bustle of Neighbors Next to At Night

One month has passed. I have almost known all places, place names, and the name of goods and habits that exist in this new environment. The plan is in two days we will return to deliver grandmother to the same hospital treatment that we used to deliver. Ms. Tri told me this morning before she left for work. Mr. Saeful has not returned home for two days said Bu Tri father is working outside Hong Kong.

Yesterday afternoon Ms. Tri gave me my first salary. Using the yellow envelope. Thumping it feels to receive the first salary what else for me this amount is very large. Understandably before work I have never been able to memegabg this much money is my own and from the results of my own efforts as well. And my first salary I'll keep in the bank. Maybe later if Ms. Tri has time I'll ask you to go to the bank. Because for the bank business in this hong kong I don't know at all.

At night, when the rest of our house has been sleeping even I myself have actually gone sound. Suddenly I heard something falling. I got up and ran out of my room, saw what happened. But there's nothing. It's all normal. Then there was also a boisterous voice like a person who was fighting. Men and women. They were fighting in cantonese. Yeah, that voice came from our left apartment.

But I very rarely see the people in the house. Maybe they were busy working outside. Shortly after that I immediately went back to my room because my eyes were still heavy and very sleepy I intended to continue my sleep.

qqqtiba suddenly heard again hysterical cries followed by the cries of several people yes some people because the sound of crying was not only one person but more. Maybe two or three or maybe more. Ah. That's let it be their business. I tried to cover my face and ears with a pillow so I could sleep. And I finally got to sleep.

The morning after I finished doing everything, as usual I intend to bring grandma Siti to safety to just breathe the open air. I was surprised when I opened the door that there were a lot of people outside.

"Yau mo men thai? (Is there a problem?)" I tried to ask someone who was standing at the door of my neighbor's house. I was curious because last night I heard those commotions myself. And this morning suddenly there were a lot of people gathered like this. It seems like something serious has happened.

"Jeng kong man. (Please speak a little softly)." Reply to a woman whom I had earlier tanayai.

"Kim tai's? (Why?)." Ask again. Then the woman told me there had been a murder last night.

It is said that a man who was the head of the family at the house was a drunkard and a gambler. And last night he tried to make**a their domestic assistant. And as he was about to do so the assistant woke up from his sleep and put up a fight. Because against the end the man be*at it fell and his head hit at the end of the table and was hit by a large urn on display on the table until last night he immediately died in a state of blood. The child and his wife who witnessed it all immediately cried hysterically. All this time, the boy and his wife knew how rude it was. But I don't know for what reason they wouldn't report it to the police.

I decided this morning not to take Grandma to the park first. Because hearing rumors outside that the assistant is a working woman from Indonesia. I don't know who he is yet. Because until now I have been working here for more than a month, I have never met the residents of this apartment house next to us. Be it the employer, their children and also the assistant himself.

Until the afternoon outside our house there were still some people and also the police. Maybe they're doing TKP. I choose to be quiet rather than testify, because I don't want to be involved with a case that has nothing to do with me. And I definitely don't want my job to be interrupted.

"Assalamualaik." It turns out that Ms. Tri has come home from work.

"Waalaikumsalan ma." My answer.

"Ai, do you know why there are so many reporters and cops out there?" Ask Ms. Tri.

"Yes mom. He said our neighbor died last night." I said to Tri.

"So, he left why. How many journalists and police?". Ask Ms. Tri again.

The next night when I went out to take out the trash, I met an Indonesian worker. He worked in an apartment house right in front of our house and he was going downstairs to buy dinner for his employer's son. Name's Rara. From Rara's story I know that the domestic assistant who accidentally killed his employer last night is an Indonesian worker also his name is Murniyati or familiarly called Yati. He had asked Rara for help to escape from her employer. He said Yati was often tortured. He often starved because he was not fed by his employer. But after he told me and asked for help with Rara since that morning in never even once again seen out of the house. So said Rara.

"Why don't you go to the police or to your agent Ra or to our EMBASSY? Ask Rara.

"I don't dare Ai, after all I myself have never seen firsthand the torture of Yati." Terang Rara's.

"Did Yati not have a cell phone?" My toot.

"Well, there it is. Yati from the beginning was forbidden to have a mobile phone by her employer."

"Owh.so how many times a month does he have a holiday?"

"If you don't remember the wrong thing, said Yati ua not given day Off."

"Wah ..kasian also yes Ra Yati."

"Yes Ai. Therefore, if we get a good employer, do not be wasted. Many examples of his fate are less fortunate like Yati. Some were even secretly killed by their masters. Tau-tau's missing. Agents, embassies, and friends could not contact after the match-up information turned out to have long been killed by the employer. It's a serem if."

"Yes yes, a really good serem."

"Duh.parkainya we were told this man should be careful right. Don't get fucked."

"Yes Ra."

" Oya I bought a meal for my master's son first huh." Rara said goodbye and we split up in front of the apartment.

"She be careful." I put my head up. I see the sky is so beautiful there are millions of stars there. The full moon also shone with its light mingled with the light of the lights in this city of Vivtoria. But remembering the story from Rara earlier I became creepy. So married and so proud of our work in this man's country. So many workers like us who have to face the law and even lose their lives without the knowledge of their families in the hometown.

Ah, let it be none of my business. As a fellow worker from Indonesia I just hope that Yati can go through her case safely until she can re-assemble with her family in Indonesia.

Seriate..