So TKW
Section 3
Just a few steps down the stairs, the abaya I was wearing stepped on my own feet and I almost fell to the bottom floor, almost to the first floor, to be exact, if only I didn't hold on to the iron barrier immediately.
Moments and husband screaming almost simultaneously. While I tried to balance my body and then I sat down with a trembling body, in such a way. I won so much. Madam immediately calmed me down.
"You're a cerono, we're sloppy!" madam's husband right in front of my face.
"Based on se**n, anj**g, go**k, do you think I accidentally fell, huh?" I used to vibrate in Indonesian. The two married couples were just dumbfounded, not understanding the meaning of my words for sure.
After the incident just now that almost made me wretched, madam immediately told me to immediately fairy, no matter how she saw me trembling and scared because she had just escaped death.
"Go!,"
A break? nope. More precisely madam told me to go to the room where the ironing clothes. He said it was light work that could be done while resting, he said.
Just a few strands of my clothes ironed. Madam approaching. In my mind he would pity and ask about my situation, but it turned out that my guess was wrong.
Madam was angry, blamed me for the incident.I tried to defend myself by saying it was unintentional.
But that's not the problem. According to madam I was wrong not because I fell, but because the veil I wore in front of the babah did not cover my eyes. Yes, the veil I wear does consist of two layers. One layer to cover the face, and another layer to cover the eyes, only thinner and brighter.
"Your eyes are Noorah, haram....!" madam was angry and angry. The look on his face was unfriendly, he was unceasingly preaching while standing in front of me. Why do I call it preaching? of course because of the long Arabic language, makes me less understand. Especially at length as he said. So, let's just say it's a lecture or proselytizing. Anyway I want to laugh when she calls me Yes Noorah, whereas my own name, Nur, Nurlina is long.
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Dinner was prepared by a fat-bodied woman with a jet black skin. Name's Husnah. He also brought food to my place of ironing.
He said, I don't have to reply to my woman's employer. Just talk it out. Then all is safe, will not be prolonged lecture.
"Trust me, I'm not hurt, Mus" and we laughed together.
Then he told me about this house. With the language that is less fluent in Arabic, just like me, so I am more dumbfounded and digest the meaning of the story. Although I understand a little bit too. It turned out that after a little chat I came to know that he was actually quite a good person.
Until the early hours of the morning we were in the iron room. Tired, that's what Husnah and I feel. I am with clothes that are endless despite being helped Husnah. But everything still, has not been able to clean up this pile of clothes.
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The morning routine begins with making various foods and drinks such as arabic coffee, tea and various kinds of juices. There are no less than seven types of food and drinks that we have to provide. I do not understand in making and measuring foodstuffs, so I am helped by Husnah so as not to be legal when making mistakes in the taste and presentation of food.
