So TKW

Section 2

Madam said too. There are seven workers in this house. Two drivers, two outdoor and park workers, a babysitter, and two domestic workers, me and another colleague. It's just that my partner is on leave and just came back tomorrow morning.

Afternoon after finishing cleaning up space by space and feeling very tired, madam took me to a large room. Apparently it's a place to iron clothes. Geez, how shocked I am, the pile of clothes that must be ironed is very much, mountains to form a very high pile.

'Astagfirullah...! Can I take care of it, O Allah...?'

"Can you clear it for a week?" ask madam. I just nodded weakly.

When other people might be sleeping in the dream world, but not with me. This job seems endless even though I have tried to speed up my work. Tired, so tired that it felt like I wanted to leave and let this work go and go to my bedroom, if only madam did not go back and forth watching my work. But no, said madam, at least until one night I can rest. Ruthless,

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Just a few hours asleep the door of the room was already there who banged hard.

Dugh, dugh, dugh...!

Eyes open. I wrote the clock on the bed. It just showed four o'clock at dawn. I hurriedly got up and opened the door.

Kriet's...

Apparently it wasn't madam who banged on the door, but someone else. A tall woman of great stature but taller than the madam Zainab with jet black skin. We looked at each other. I stared from the tip of the foot to the end of the head. He was silent and did not speak but looked on with a strange look.

Scared, that's how I feel now. From the look of his face was like a rude person who was ready to swallow me alive at all times.

This afternoon madam told to clean a very large decorative lamp perched in the middle of the third floor room. Very high, this lamp dangled to the second floor. So high that I was confused and did not understand in what way I should clean it.

Before long the worker from outside brought a folding ladder and told me to take it upstairs and then told me to use it.

'Stagfirullah, again it feels like I want to cry and scream. No, I haven't done it in a lifetime. Moreover, this is located right in the middle of the third floor space. And right down there is the first floor that if you look down makes me creepy, so high lanatai three this.

But can I refuse it?

Just a few steps up the stairs, these legs were already trembling. Maybe I'm not used to it or I'm a coward. This is the first time I've worked with

use ladder. What else with the abaya I wear today makes it difficult to move plus the veil I wear this makes it difficult to breathe and heat

so that I was troubled and a little exposed to this cloth then the madam would certainly glare and scold me.

My madam lyrics, he was reading in the soft chair near the stairs. Sometimes he looked at me, watching my work. Like the supervisor who was watching the students while the exam was going on. Spooky.

No one came and climbed the stairs. Apparently babah, the madam's husband has come home from the office.

Tumben is not usually, which he usually comes home the night after the house is quiet.

Madam looked startled and immediately told me to go down and leave immediately.