So TKW

Part 1

In 2015 with a heavy heart I left my family in my homeland. After three months at the PT who sheltered me, I finally managed to fly also to the Middle East country, precisely in Saudi Arabia.

My determination is unanimous, I want to change my fate for the better and of course my initial goal is to work so far, of course, to pay off all debts I have borrowed. Of course with the permission and consent of my family and husband, at that time.

Heavy, very heavy actually, let alone having to part with my only son, the little Adit who is still not even three years old. But strong determination and great desire made me dare to take a decision of this magnitude.

'Prepare your mother, son'

After a dozen hours of a very tiring journey, I arrived in the city of Mecca. From here the journey was not over, I was picked up by a driver and delivered by an agent to the city I was going to live in during the contract cooking, two years in the city of Thaif.

The distance between the city of Mecca and the city of Thaif that I will live in is about 87 km. It is about two hours less by car.

Car until the front of a high gate loomed. Making everyone who first saw it would definitely be amazed. Not to mention the building, so tall and magnificent that it looks more like a palace.

It looks very broad, like in Indian films that I often watch on television.

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After a short chat with an agent and a chat about my biodata,

From the chat I just found out his name

'Madam, Zainab' and that's what I should call.

He kept all my things that I brought from my homeland. All my clothes should not be used here, he said.

Then he showed me a wardrobe complete with contents. All equipment is available here. From the typical Arab clothing commonly called abaya, khimar, niqab, women's interior, skin care, toiletries, sanitary napkins, until perfume is also available here. The dressing is also large, like the size for after giving birth if in Indonesia. However, it is very good to think that I provide all my needs, ah or maybe it is like that, the rules. I don't know. I hope I feel comfortable and comfortable working here. Amiain...!

The next morning my activities in this house only learn to know the cuisine that is usually served for the madam family. Cooking seems endless, like a person who has a passion. From early morning to midnight the work in this kitchen seemed endless, I thought. It is appropriate that the body of madam is very fertile, and the stature is large and tall.

While chatting small. Madam told me about her eleven children. Not too surprised, because in Arabia do not use KB, haram, he said. His seven grown children did not live in this house. There are careers, some are studying at university, and some are already married. While the four other madam children are still with madam in this house, and there is a nanny who looks after them. Although he said it was currently empty, nothing was filling it.

My mind floated, so big this house, all day I was here until I had not seen them. But it turns out I was wrong, we workers did not interact directly with madam children or male employers. There's privacy. We workers live in large, enclosed rooms, and interact in the kitchen. When the male employer and the madam children leave or go to school. Then that was my chance to clean every room and their rooms.

On the second day of work, the madam showed me almost all the rooms I had to clean. There are seventeen bedrooms, two dining rooms, one special room receiving guests, two large auka meeting places and twenty-seven bathrooms in a house this big.. it seems to me that even for the tableware room, it is almost like two houses in my village.

For private drivers and male servants the room is different again, there is a room that we women should not approach what else to chat with them, very prohibited.