So TKW

Section 7

"Moment... Umah...!" Nasheer shook my body. Her face was covered in a long veil that I wore. I'm spreading my eyes, still in Nasheer's room. Apparently I was dreaming. Mercifully. Whop!

"Moment, sick?" her question was plain, her eyes were incessantly staring at me. Bodytight. I told you I was okay.

"Umah, beautiful" she said innocently while holding my cheek.

"Mah khan woman, yes must be beautiful" I replied embarrassedly. Squeeze her hair.

"But Umah doesn't wear a veil, so it's prettier" deg, kuraba my face. Right, I'm not wearing a veil. The long black cloth was barked under the bed. Did I dream or did it really happen? Then does anyone intend to open the veil and kiss me? I don't know why I don't remember.

I put Nasheer back to sleep. Looking up, I looked at the clock. Almost past midnight. Immediately rushed to the bathroom, ablution. Then execute his orders. No need to face, because the clothes are more than enough to cover the aurat.

At five o'clock less, I approached Husnah. He saw a lot of trouble in the kitchen. His eyes filled with anger, he ignored me. And busy with food. I know he's angry. Just staring with a look, I don't know. I'm translating. Maybe he was tired of working alone.

I took over the frying pan and started frying the samboosa. Husnah handed over the milk by stopping it to hot oil. Automatically the oil splashed onto my shirt. I grimaced and raised my abayak. It's saggy and hot. Soon I go to the bathroom, and check my thighs. Red and sore. I tried not to cry and started applying the wound medicine on the bathroom wall shelf. You are evil, I thought.

Husnah came in and examined my wound. He was shocked and apologized.

"Husna, are you angry?" tanyaku carefully. I reasoned to clean all the bathrooms from midnight last night. He did not answer but hugged me and cried. Repeatedly apologizing.

Today Husnah makes breakfast like never before. This time more. Arab juice and coffee almost doubled with what we used to make. A great deal.

Husnah, the son of the employer who attended Dammam, had just returned with two friends. So it should be well received. Husnah also said, Arabs are very royal and good for guests. They do not hesitate to provide the best service so that their guests feel at home for a long time. But that doesn't mean anything to us workers.

All the families have left the living room. Babah had gone to work, and the children were not seen. Only Nasheer followed me back and forth into the kitchen to lift up the laundry.

And that's how the whole day struggled with work until night. Replacing bed linen that has stopped, has been cleaned oeh Husnah, even the bathroom has been completed I clean. Lastly throwing garbage out the gate should be with an escort.

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The kitchen was very busy. Tonight's gonna be a party. Families and relatives of madam and babah have come from various corners of the city, there is also a house that is still one city with madam. They came with their families and their workers. So it is with the seven sons of madam who live outside the city. They are also present.

Thank goodness there are a lot of hands that help. We are workers whose number is not less than seventeen people busy in the kitchen preparing the dish. Those who helped were assistants brought in by their respective employers. Most of them come from the same homeland as me, but there are also some who come from other countries, such as the Philippines.

Arabs are very happy to attend the party. They even often throw big parties just to celebrate things that are less important. Like a birthday or graduation. Arabs are also known to be very royal and rich. Even though it is only civil servants and even teachers, they are paid quite high and get decent benefits. For the students themselves, they get full guarantee in studying and get special allowances from the country. No wonder Arabs rarely have a difficult life, because it has been guaranteed by the state.

The party is divided into two rooms. One room is for men, while the other room is for women. They know the limits and don't blend in. Alias each. Feast for men, they use ordinary clothes typical of Arabs namely thab/thobe and head covering cloth called ghutrah.

As for the women, they used to wear clothes like westerners. Short blink-blink dress with colorful hair.

Arabs themselves love to linger in partying. They like to chat while sipping shisya, aka arab cigarette.

The party is usually held after isya until late at night and some even until dawn.

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