MY MAID

POV RUMI (MEETING)

POV RUMI'S

My name is Rumiyati the widow from the village who desperately wander for the sake of my fortune. I have to get a job, even though I don't have any skills at least I can be an art. I was quite young when I was widowed 3 years ago when I was 21 years old my husband left me, and I was devastated a few months after my husband left my father died, leaving me my mother and my three little sisters.

Luckily we still have some rice fields left by the father that we can still grow vegetables for our side dishes every day, but the rice fields little by little we sold out for our living costs, now live a plot of yard behind our house, we, yes, even though it is simple, we still have a house to shelter so there is no need to bother thinking about the monthly rent.

the time I decided to complain about the fate of the city, I did not until my heart saw my sister drop out of school whatever I would do to make them happy.

But unfortunately my fate, I was so easy to believe in someone who he said wanted to help me turned out he ran away with my wallet, he said, the contents are not how just a few pieces of slum money that amount is not much but it is very valuable to me at this time.

Now I don't know what else to do, to go back to the village is definitely not possible but here even to just buy a minumpun I can't afford.

I walk not clear whether to go, while the day is getting late but I still do not get a place just to shelter, my steps are a little shaky because my body has been very tired almost all day walking and has not eaten or drank anything.

I don't know what happened when there was a motorbike grazing me, I fell down my wound was not severe there were only a few scratches and bruises on my body but still it felt pain all over my limbs

"Will you father? is there a bad Ma'am, let me take the doctor, sorry yes Ma'am actually not intentionally earlier"

"Papa Mbak is just a small wound"

Even so I still grimaced in pain as he tried to help me stand up, I was finally invited to his house to treat my scratch wounds.

"again sorry, ma'am, duhh I'm really not good this Mbak, should we go to the hospital alone mbak"

"Don't be so Ma'am, I should have been responsible for my negligence Ma'am, let's go while drinking his tea"

"yes Ma'am thank you very much yes, sorry for the trouble"

"oh yes Ma'am introduce my name Ima"

"greetings Ma'am, I'm Rumi"

when busy talking arrived I saw a car approaching in front of the house, then came out a couple with the wife who was carrying her child. Seeing them was like tucked away envy, the perfect family picture of a dashing and seemingly responsible husband and a beautiful wife graceful and noble accompanied by their little daughter is complemented by a luxury that is clearly illustrated by everything they wear, I choose to keep quiet because I don't know who they are.

They greeted me and then went inside, a moment later mbak Ima said goodbye for a while and followed inside. He was telling me apparently the man was his sister named mas Imam and of course the lucky woman was his wife. Ms. Ima offered me to join them, but I wasn't confident enough to be among them, I refused it subtly in exchange Ms Ima asked me to rest in her room while waiting for my wounds to dry up, he said.

I don't know what they're talking about I don't know knowing, I'm lying on a padded pad Ma'am Ima, ah I feel like my body is relaxed once, I feel like my body is relaxed, indeed the effect of the drag makes my body stiff and bruised so that the fall like this feels very delicious so that I have been lulled into a dream. And how shameful I am because when I woke up the afternoon, I immediately went out of the room to coincide with Mother Ima who was going to enter the room.

"how are you better yet?

yes I just decided not to go out of our room talking in front of the room, Ms Ima asked where my house she would take me home he said.

Finally I told my initial intention to go to the city and all the series of events that I experienced, I saw the look on the face of Mbak Ima who looked sorry to me, especially he had grazed me earlier. He asked me to stay in the room and then leave for a while, a few minutes after Ms. Ima came back in and asked me out, it turns out that Ma'am Ima offered me to work at his sister's job I think is suitable to help take care of children and of course do other art work, I of course strongly agree.

And here I am now, sitting in a luxurious car towards the house of Mr. Imam and Mr. Asiyah my new master.