She's my Beloved

3. Boss Son

I don't know if I'm a hick or a dork, but I really did not expect that the maid room appointed by Bik Uti as my room was a room measuring 4x5 with a single bad and a closet, and, also a full tv with a table and chairs.

Wow, Amazing!

Absolutely can not be trusted if the room for a wealthy class of housemaid will have room facilities as luxurious as this.

I even thought that my room would be small and covered in a thin, weathered mattress.

Tomorrow I have started working, Bik Uti has explained all my jobdesk and one of the most forbidden things to do here is ‘error’.

As much as possible do your job perfectly. No defects.

Hm, serem very. Is not man the wrong place. No one is perfect but God the Creator.

Why do they demand perfection?

The first day of work is to cook breakfast.

And I'm really confused, usually the rich guy's breakfast must be light. Like bread for example.

But somehow this time I even want to try cooking fried rice teri Medan.

The ingredients are in the refrigerator. They must have eaten, right?

Ever since I got here, I've only known that woman, whose name I don't even know, but this morning after breakfast I realized that there was someone else in the house.

Everyone sat at the dining table. At the end there was a middle-aged lung man who was definitely the head of the family.

On his left sat the hostess who was this early in the morning had dressed up in blaring trembles.

To the right of a man who was also well-groomed in his suit, and in front of him was a man dressed in high school. And another one was a ponytailed girl dressed in Junior High School.

Hm, really a harmonious family.

While still mesmerized by the harmonious family scene in front of me, I felt someone pull my hand back.

“Aduhh.. Bik Uti why?”

“You know, how come you even bengong there? Search for death again. Fortunately, they did not care for you.”

“Hah? Is wrong Bik, if you see them.”

“Yes not only wrong again, big wrong!" Bi Uti glared furiously. "What do you want fired on your first day at work?” omel Bu Uti again with a thick Javanese accent.

“Ya Don't Bik. Amit-amit. I still need work.”

“It's the right job. Don't look for problems.”

At seven in the morning the house looked empty. There was only the mistress who was still sitting casually on the living room sofa.

I walked closer trying to offer her something.

“No need.” reject it with eyes fixed focus to the magazine.

“Good mistress.”

“Wait!”

I turned back.

“Yes mistress?”

“My friend will pick you up soon. Want arisan.”

What then?

“You are here.”

I walked closer.

“You can use Iek not?”

“Can be mistress.”

“Nih, make a neat yes. I did not have time to go to the salon because I had to pick you up to the village.”

I am a little amused to hear it.

“Hm, pretty also your work.” He was satisfied when he saw my work.

“I guess tomorrow-tomorrow I don't need to go to the salon to make a cut. Mending in same install you.”

The night after finishing cooking for dinner, everyone regrouped.

Minus the man in the suit who still has not seen the trunk of his nose.

Where's she? didn't you come home?

The High School guy would pick up the beef steak I made every now and then, the Middle School girl was engrossed in her cell phone and two parents were chatting.

Are they really like this? will you start eating after everyone has gathered?

Hm, really a family that has rules. And I don't know why I'm happy to see it.

“Lisa, what's there?!”

Mucus! I immediately gasped in shock at hearing that sniffling tone.

“Call my son up there.” his orders that somehow make me relieved. At least he didn't nag because I've been caught watching them.

As soon as I got to the top floor I tried to find out where the room of the man in the suit was.

What's that room down the corner, or the one in this corner. Or maybe in the middle?

Chequek.

“Who are you?” the man in the suit seemed shocked and confused to see me.

Same boss, I'm also surprised to see you suddenly come out from behind the door.

“I Lisa sir.”

“Lisa who? Why are you standing in front of my room?”

Oh, that's so bad!

“Sa..i told nyoya to call.._”

“You new helper?”

“Iya Mr.”

“Oh.”

He just walked by. It's natural that he's the boss's son. Papa is not arrogant.

“Ngapain you are still in front of my room?”

Holy jeez!!!

Ni guys really do make people shocked huh.

“Sorry Mr.”

“Down. I don't want to risk losing things in my room.”

I don't know why I was a little upset to hear what he said just now. But back to the initial statement.

He's the boss's son. Papa is not arrogant.

***

The night was getting late, but I could not close my eyes at all. It did not feel like I had worked in this luxurious house for almost two weeks.

And so far, the big madam has not complained at all.

It means I can work as expected. Really relieving.

But, every time I see their togetherness, I will again remember the situation of my family, the village. Mama, brother, and also adek.

They must be confused because it's been a month and I have no news.

I was crying but didn't know what to do.

Hape, wallet and everything is gone. I don't know how to contact them.

I'm sorry I didn't memorize my family's phone number. I do suck.

Then if it's like this what should I do?