So TKW
Section 8
The days passed as usual. There's nothing special. Just a stack of jobs and all sorts of. I'm also starting to live here. Madam was kind, although sometimes also a bit fierce, but I understand because maybe my work is not good in her eyes.
I worked three months. Three months' salary I sent to my homeland, some to pay my debts. Some more to keep. Mom wanted to make a home for me in the village, with the help of my husband of course. Because he also tried to collect little by little rupiah, the result of his work as a driver.
Actually my husband's income is still quite enough for daily needs, even I can save if I am not wasteful.
At first, I tried to borrow from loan sharks, because I was tempted and followed, like most of my neighbors.
From the initial two hundred thousand loans until then the interest rate rises and rises. When my debt was over a dozen million, I began to be confused and difficult to pay, especially my husband was not working at that time, because the car he used to bring suffered damage.
The debt that accumulates has not been added to the debt of used clothes and items that I took from the sales. The lifestyle in the village that is not comparable to income makes me forget myself and greedy. Until finally I was determined to go to TKW on the grounds of wanting to pay off all.
My husband is very good. When I owe him, he doesn't know it at all. Only when he stays at home and doesn't work. At that time many people who charged home made my husband angry and almost divorced me. But he is still patient and will try to pay all the debts I borrowed. But I think it took a long time until the debt was paid off. So even with a heavy heart, I ask his pleasure to let me go to the land of people.
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This morning I was ready to leave this house. Not out of contract, because there are still twenty-one months left, but because today I will move to work. Madam's son just finished giving birth, while he did not have a household assistant. I was chosen to take care of her son.
Nasheer, the little boy has got a new nanny. So he wasn't fussy when I left. Only Husnah cried sobbing as I was about to leave her. Some advice he gave me.
I nodded and will obey. Inshaa allah.
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Madam took me to my new place of work. Many times he advised me to be kind to his son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter there. After he finished talking with his son and his ex he went home. I stayed here, in the new employer's house, in the madam apartment of Adeeba and her husband Khaber Ali Bin Abdullah.
Madam Adeeba and her husband work as a teacher, brow teacher. Even so, their income is quite large. Evident by their stay in the apartment in the elite area, still one city with his mother, Madam Zainab.
Madam Adeeba and her husband are very royal and kind. The rules at home are also not as complicated as when in the house of madam Zainab. No need to wear a veil or abaya. At home just wear a hijab and a long robe or a typical arabic negligee. Comfortable and fun is not complicated when worn while working. In addition, he is also happy and grateful to have a super good employer. Thank goodness...!
Work at home starts at four in the morning. Must rush to wake up. Prepare breakfast for the employer, followed by putting clothes into the automatic washing machine, then a kitchen several hours until seven in the morning.
When the two of them left for activities, then I immediately took care of Oomar, bathed and gave milk. When Oomar went to sleep, I went back to sleep. The important thing is that the laundry is done and the other work is usually done later at noon, about eleven, before my two employers go home for lunch.
After lunch is done, they will usually take a nap until the ashar arrives. After the ashar prayer, the two lovebirds usually sleep again until maghrib. After Maghrib they ate dinner and stayed up until midnight, whether it was a walk, a watch, or just chatting together. I, yes sleep while taking care of the handsome little Oomar.
Madam Adeeba rarely touches Oomar, she is too busy with her husband and her world. Even when Oomar cried and I was in the shower or just Bab, madam would immediately bang on the bathroom door instead of holding Oomar for a while. Like not to his mother, unseen affection.
Like this afternoon, when he finished his lunch. I'll go to the wc immediately. Mules.
"Noorah, get out. Oomar's crying!" while banging on the bathroom door.
"Yes, I'm shitting, madam. Please drop it for a while." I said from the inside no less tight.
A few moments later I went out of the bathroom. Oomar was still crying, even getting louder. Madam went to the room with her husband. Huh, basic!
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