MY MAID

MY TAFAKKUR

I still can't believe what happened to me, I haven't even been out of my room since yesterday, Ayesa had worried about me that 7-year-old girl was close to me so even though she was still that small she knew that her mother was not okay, I explained to him that I was not feeling well, he said then went to his room, while Imam I don't know maybe slept in Rumi's room, I don't care anymore, it feels like my heart is dead, the respect of my admiration and disdain just came out of my heart.

Last night I did not cry anymore, my tears have been drained, and again free I cry like any situation will not change, right?

I spent the night complaining to God, reading sheet by sheet the Qur'an prayer my heart is much better now especially after last night I was scorned. I'm not a stupid woman because I don't want to be rash to make a decision, only for now I still want to be silent, for a while I was absent to the shop first let my employees who handle it.

After the dawn prayer I went out of the room, it turned out that the Imam slept in the living room sofa. I don't care if you want to sleep on the floor even if I don't care. My goal is to get out of the room I want to shop for groceries, I want to cook my own food afraid I spit it out again if eating food that woman does not know herself.

"Where are you going? take the deck"

"there's no need for a taxi in front"

I caught a glimpse of the Imam chasing me but I passed by, just as he got to the taxi stand that I had ordered already arrived in front of me.

"go sir, get over there"

"well buk"

Yes I was looking to shop to the market, I wanted to make a paste of sambal with cassava leaves and salted fish, I deliberately wanted to cook the best menu for me and Imam mas 6 years ago.

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Once at home I immediately cook I will act normal, I do not mind the Imam's words, Mbak Rumi continued to apologize and said will make me breakfast but I still want to cook for myself, Mba Rumi also continued to apologize and said will make me breakfast but I still want to cook for myself, I told him to keep cooking as usual.

"Mak Rumi here to eat with us" I deliberately invited him to eat together, so that I would play beautiful, I will make sure they regret betraying my trust.

"T but mbak"

"What's wrong, Madam Rumi is the wife of Imam mas also so it's appropriate we have breakfast together, right?

"Bahik mbak" from the first I did tell him to call me Mbak just to be more familiar, I prefer that my workers are not as awkward and close as family but I don't think she really wants to be a part of my real family.

"Mother kok just eat the same sambel and leaves aja bun not use side dishes"

"Mother deliberately kok son, again kangen aja eat kayak gini food, you know do not want to fit you are still a baby first this is the best food that Mother and Father eat"

"who is really bun? but cook the bun, the mother's money is the same father is a lot of bun, why do you not cook a complete meal bun?

"dad's mommy's money is a lot of kids, but it's only been the last few years, we used to be very fit to eat with side dishes almost every day we do even sometimes there is no rice at all we just pluck cassava leaves only to be boiled without rice without sambal only leaves with salt, fortunately at that time you were still a baby, so you still suckle on your mother so you have not much need, your father tried to find a job without knowing Tired but all the applications that were included none of them succeeded, mother remembers once that time had a savings of money 30rb mother permission the same father of the money want mother use for capital to make donuts, donuts, at first Dad did forbid because you are still too small but mother continues to convince father that all is well, and from the money 30krb that the business of mother can be up to now"

"Wahh mother is indeed really great, is not it Mbak Rumi, I think the father of the same mother was already rich from the past but it was really trying from scratch, thank you Dad especially thank you for mom I know bun took care of me when I was a child while trading must be very difficult yes bun, like Mbak Nas who sells beside the school bun, I pity to see it, I think, he always sells while ngajak small children he said it's his grandson bun "

Lucky my daughter was indirectly supporting me, I deliberately tell a little fragment of my past life and Imam, it was deliberately let the Imam think back to the difficult times of our lives, let him realize how perfect our lives are right now, but instead of easily destroying them yourself, you will regret treating me like this, I see they are just silent, he said, even chewing food is like a difficulty, welcome to the game that you have made yourself Mas Imam and Mbak Rumi

"it's been time to deliver Ayesa to bad luck later"