So TKW

Section 4

In the afternoon, madam took me to a room lined up on the second floor. My job this time is to replace all the bed linen, while Husnah's job is to wipe the furniture and walls.

The bed sheet here consists of several layers and must be installed in sequence and neatly should not be tilted even in the slightest. Each bad took about an hour to clean, and we had to clean up all the rooms in this house which were seventeen rooms. Hupth..!

Husnah. Usually if all must be cleaned, it is a sign that there will be many guests who visit this house, always like that usually.

From noon until the next morning, we did not sleep all night. This job takes time and energy. The whole bone and joint feel crumpled. The endless work and the already extremely limp body finally knocked me down. I was unconscious when I was serving breakfast.

When I woke up, I was lying in my room. Husnah brought medicine and drinks made from mint leaves and milk. Very fresh. Suddenly I remembered my family in the country. My son, my husband, my parents and everything.

Really being a TKW is not my desire, especially I have to go far to the land of people and leave them. If I wasn't greedy, none of this would have happened. A strong determination made me want to get a better economic life and my intention to pay my debts made me have to bone down in the country of people.

Why do I realize now, I am indeed selfish, by choosing this path. To make up for it with endless work. Astagfirulah...!

To comfort my heart, Husnah finally persuaded madam to give me a chance to call my family. With the reason that I get well soon and the spirit is working again.

Madam came in with a cell phone. I dialed the number and called my husband.

As soon as the call came in, my mouth seemed locked, changing with tears in tears. Missing, very longing for the person who has been my life companion for five years. I didn't tell you how I was doing here. I said fine and I'm happy to work in this house. Although my mouth must lie, let it be, I do not want him and his family to know my true condition. Let me alone feel and I promise in my heart that one day I will return to my homeland I will change my bad behavior and I will no longer burden my husband with debts that leave me stranded down here.

Before long I ended the call, Madam shouted from the direction of the living room. I called him to face. By crawling, enduring the pain of a whole body crumbling, I tried to reach the door of the room. Holding onto the door, I tried to stand up slowly. Then walk in the steps I forced.

Apparently Husnah was already standing there with a face that looked terrified, his tears streaming behind his veil. In the madam, a child was crying. Bleeding temples. Too bad.

Madam gave her son to my lap. Nasheer's name was a six-year-old boy, but because of his fat body, he was like eight years old. The children in Saudi are big. Maybe because the nutrients and foods consumed are also highly nutritious, so no wonder the body is fertile.

Apparently Nasheer fell from the second floor stairs, and it was due to Husnah's negligence. Even though he has been compassionate and begging for mercy, but he must remain in the law, said madam.

And not long after, Husnah's arm was pushed up the second-floor stairs. Apparently the cries and apologies Husnah did not make madam undo his intentions.

"All must be paid cash, and you know very well the rules, yes Husnah" said madam.

When he reached the top of the stairs of the second floor, immediately Husnah's body was pushed by madam until his body rolled down, to the first floor. What a pity and pity on you Husnah. I could only cry and was not allowed to help even though his body looked very painful. My brothers-in-arms who come from Benggali are lying helpless.

Oh my god, they are cruel to punish us fortune seekers. Though all unintentionally, but here as if the punishment is repaid with cash.

Ununglah Husnah's fat and large body makes it a little strong. With a limp he approached the madam who still stands on the second floor. He tried to apologize to Madam.

Finally madam forgave and advised that there should be no more mistakes that make the youngest purta hurt.

Then finally the responsibility of taking care of Nasheer was placed on me.

Can i?