So TKW

Section 5

After performing the morning prayer. Two rakaat plus sunah two rakaat before. Immediately I headed to Nasheer's room on the second floor. To get there I had to pass through several large rooms. Starting from the exit of my room there will be a long hallway, which is next to the kitchen, right to the right there is a very large dining room with a long table and twelve chairs that surround it, then to the large room where Babah's guests were welcomed on the left.

From there there will be a room like a family room equipped with a minibar. Not khamr (liquor) of course on display, drinks here are all halal. Inshaa allah. So no need to worry, here also there is a fireplace designed with a typical European style. Because the city of Thaif is cold. Maybe in winter they need it. It seems.

Climbing to the second floor was greeted with a room filled with books and surrounded by a cream-colored sofa. On the wall there is also a very large screen. Usually used to relax madam with her children. Awesome and definitely comfortable. And from the second floor also yesterday Nasheer had fallen down.

On the right and left of this lounge there are rooms and rooms with large doors that look majestic lined. One is a children's room. Madam and husband's room is on the third floor.

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Nasheer's room door was wide open. She was crying. Although he was six years old, but it seems that this child is very spoiled. Unlike some children in the country, they can go to the bathroom by themselves.

"Ummah.." When he saw me coming he immediately called me.

"No, I'm not your ummah" I approached with a smile. And get close to him.

"You are my people" he said. Whatever, the important thing is that you're pleased with Nasheer.

After I checked, apparently Nasheer wet the bed. So dirty. Wet mattress and blanket all. And that smell, hm...

I immediately went to the bathroom, and I bathed, I thought.

After cleaning and changing Nasheer's clothes. The wet bed I immediately cleaned and removed all the attached bed linen.

Soon madam approached. Looked at the work I was doing.

"Not that. Go into the kitchen and prepare us a meal" the madam ordered as she passed. Nasheer who was combing his hair seemed indifferent to see his own mother. I finally left my job and went to the kitchen, guiding Nasheer's hand.

Out of Nasheer's room, his brothers seemed to be relaxing while watching television. Three of them were all boys. The other was a teenage girl, apparently. I just remembered that today is Friday. School holiday. And usually we workers take the holidays. And me? Don't expect, because even a week has not even been even I work in this big house.

I clasped Nasheer's hand firmly as I went down the stairs. Do not want the incident that happened to Husnah yesterday repeated again today. It is scary, if I were pushed down, my body would have been battered beyond Husnah. I walked over to this kid chatting.

"Who's your brother, Nasheer?"

"What woman?" he asked back. I'm nodding.

"Name, Mariam. He went to school every day and was rarely home"

"Hm..." He seemed to think before he finally answered.

"Abdul Aziz, Ali, and Jamal (camel)" what? the last words almost made me laugh. Is his name really that. Oh my... They call children like animals. There-there was just thought.

"As for your seven-man brother, what are his names?" I was curious too. Who knows his name was taken from another name as well. Nasheer just shook his head. Perhaps so many of his older brothers that this six-year-old boy was confused.

"Oh, yeah. Abdul Ro'uf" he replied spontaneously. (Abdul Ro'uf this in the future will be the biggest test for Nur). I was just making a shit.

"Then your father?" I'm more curious, because I don't know the name of the husband of the madam Zainab.

"Abdullah Sa'ad Al-Hada" Nasheer replied loudly. Quickly this boy answered. Though earlier when asked by her sister who was seven she was like confused.

Finally arrived in the kitchen. Husnah seemed busy with his work, immediately I helped after sitting Nasheer in the kitchen chair.

"Looks like him" Husnah pointed at Nasheer with his head. I glanced at him, not responding too much. Because the hands are busy sorting the material to be cut. According to Husnah Nasheer's nanny escaped two weeks ago. Being tempted by freedom outside. Maybe he is saturated and not at home with the rules and the many restrictions in this house I thought. But Husnah said again. He was almost treated less profanity by one of his madam sons. Hm, is that really true? wallohu nature.

Eleven hours of work in the kitchen just finished. Nasheer had breakfast with his family. Of course we workers are prohibited from approaching the dining room, because there Babah and his family were chatting while discussing the school activities of his children. At least that's what I heard vaguely from here.

After I finished, Madam called me into her room. On the first floor of the last room where he used to work. I don't know what his clear work all day he stayed in the room while looking at the laptop.

"Open your veil" she ordered, as soon as I walked into this red-walled room.

"Yes?" I don't get it.

"Open up, I'm going to take a picture of you" said the madam, holding an HP.

"Should, madam?" I'm getting more clueless. Is not all data and potoku including visa and iqomah (ktp) he holds?

"We're going to go out. Shopping. And I don't want to until you escape" Madam said further.

'I won't mess around' I said in my heart. Remember what Husnah said yesterday. Enough he doesn't have to fight.

"My daughter is a married policeman" said madam later.