So TKW
Section 28
Tok tok!
Several times I tried to knock on Abdul Ro'uf's door. But until a while there is no truth from within.
Looks like he's sleeping. But it's already noon. Hum, you slacker, no work.
As I was about to return to my room, I suddenly heard the door of Adeeba's madam room open.
kriet...!
With a shrunken forehead, he asked.
"Yes Noorah, what are you going to do? knocking on the master's sister's room that isn't your mahram, don't you know that it's haram huh Noorah!" his rather high voice made my voice growl. Behind him there is Mr. Khabeer who was following along to stand as if he wanted to know what happened.
"Sorry madam, I just wanted to ask for help. I don't understand the handphone I bought yesterday" he said, raising his left hand and pointing to a dus that is still complete with paper bag.
"Oh, let my husband help you, yes, Noorah"
"No, no, no! I don't want to do it" Mr. Kabir immediately refused with his rather high words. Until he passed behind the door.
Huh, you fucking Arab. Not at all helpful. Fuck up!
But behind that, I know the reason. Fearful. Yes, he was afraid of his wife.
I breathe and then say again.
"No matter what, sir, let Mr. Abdul Ro'uf help me when he wakes up" I turned around after saying excuse me.
"Yes, Noorah!" madam said my name. I'm turning.
"Give me. Just let me. Hm, Ro'uf's not home anyway. These few days he won't be coming home." Adeeba's madam's words startle me a little.
Did Abdul Ro'uf really leave?
by when?
Does his departure have anything to do with me, because I snapped last night?
Ah, if only it were true. Then woe to me. I don't know what will happen to me in the future?
damn shit shit!
Isn't it angry that the Arabs are so creepy, hiyy...why do I get goosebumps like this? I'm biting my lips. Afraid too.
"Hey huh Noorah?" madam's hands were waving right in front of my face.
"Are you confused, crazy, or possessed?" he asked, as if I was really crazy.
"Oh no madam, I'm fine" I asked, smiling forcibly. Duh, you.madam would like to say.
"Here's the bag" he closed the door and I immediately turned to my room.
In room
I'm laying my body on a very soft bed. Fortunately for the business of furniture and clothing and all my needs, madam sangan well and royal. He is not at all concerned with his own life.all the items I wear look good and comfortable including food affairs. No discriminating.
Actually, not all employers in Arabia can be friends such as Abdul Ro'uf and Madam Adeeba. They were still willing to talk to the worker even though his words were a bit harsh at times. You have to be thankful and patient. The point in the country of people is that customs and human disposition are different.
I've heard it elsewhere in Saudi Arabia. There are many women from Indonesia who are treated very badly by their employers. And many also suffered and fled to the streets and were forced to hide from the pursuits of the Arab police known mercilessly.
Thankfully, my employer is not. Alhamdulillahot...
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