
Bogor is a very beautiful city, even though this city is not the most beautiful city in Indonesia, because in my country there are still very many places that present unparalleled beauty.
NTT for example, it is said that he said in NTT the scenery besides beautiful is also still original because not many people go there.
The beauty of Bogor city is dominated by tea gardens that spread widely, especially in the peak area.
Puncak is one of the tourist areas in Bogor that is very beautiful, and famous to foreign countries, especially the Middle East.
Many foreign tourists, especially from Middle Eastern countries, come to this place.
Actually I heard a lot of slanted news about the tourist.
Many say, that they are many who do contract marriage with Asian women such as Indonesia, Thailand and the Philippines. They also do a lot of contract marriages, if they travel to Indonesia.
And the thing is, it really happened in the tourist areas they used to visit in Indonesia.
It was also that made me hesitant and somewhat afraid to work at Puncak, because the peak is an area that they often visit, but the lucrative salary offer, made me forced to glance at the job.
There was a job as a cook there, a cook who worked to serve Arab tourists who came there.
Because I have the basic Middle Eastern cooking that I learned while being a TKW there, I ventured to join the rizky scavenging at the tourist spot.
Despite the incongruous news about contract marriage and the practice of pr*stitution, I often heard, but I tried to shake off that fear and I assumed it all depended on each other's faith.
After almost 7 hours I was on my way, I finally arrived in this area.
I was picked up at the terminal by Afina, my friend who asked me to work here.
" Mae, you've finally arrived" cried Teh Afina welcoming me. He hugged me, then helped me carry the scraped pouch I held on my right arm.
"Yes, Tea, Mae cape once you know? Mae from 07 o'clock departs from Serang, Teh," I replied as I followed in her footsteps from behind.
Afina took me to her contract before she drove me to my employer's.
"Mae, you rest here tonight. Tomorrow, Teteh between you meet Mr. Sultan, in his villa," he said while putting my luggage.
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Adzan fajr began to reverberate, the cold air has the city of Bogor makes me feel frozen.
I, who was accustomed to the weather in Serang City, would have to struggle to adapt to the cold of the Peak air.
I began to force myself to get up and take water wudu, to then carry out my duties as a Muslim.
"Mae, are you ready to work?" ask Afina after we finished breakfast.
"Ready dong, Tea," I replied with great enthusiasm.
After breakfast, Afina took me to a beautiful building located between green tea gardens.
"Hey, Mr. Sultan, we've arrived" said Afina to an Arab man in plain clothes.
In their country, they always wear white robes they call Tsob and red turban boxes, but if they are traveling, they wear clothes like Asian men, like Asian men, those are pants and tops.
I sidled forward and said my regards.
"Assalamu aleikum, Mister. I am Maymunah" I said to the man in Saudi Amiyah Arabic.
He looked at me intensely, making me feel uneasy and down.
I don't want to look at her face, 'cause they're gonna think I'm a bad girl.
" Ok, comein! " exciting
The Sultan let us in.
" How much salary do you want?" I was surprised to hear the Sultan's question.
Actually I'm a little embarrassed to say 200 thousand per day just for cooking, but because he asked, yes I answered.
I saw him smiling, not knowing what he thought of me.
" Just 200 thousand a day, very cheap your rates, even though you are quite beautiful" he said with a cynical face.
I was shocked by his words just now.
"Too cheap how, huh, Mister? And what does the cooking job have to do with my face?" tanyaku plain.
He even chuckles. Piss me.
" All right, now I'd better show you the room and the kitchen where you cook later."
He moved from his seat, I
step behind him.
He put me in a room that was quite luxurious, very different from the place they used to give to maids, usually the maid's room was narrow and minimal facilities.
Especially if in Saudi, I used to work there was not given a room, the helpers in Saudi used to sleep in the living room, or kitchen, and there were also those who slept with their daughters. I don't know if now, hopefully it has changed.
"This is the room, and that's the kitchen. Here there are complete facilities, including clothes for you as well. You can take a shower now if you want, it's the bathroom." it's friendly and still with a big smile on its handsome face.
The sultan is about 30 years old, his body is well-built, his skin is white, with plumes that grow well on his face and hands.
" Mister, what am I supposed to cook in the afternoon?" ask me before he leaves.
"Mmm, just Indoenesia cuisine, I want to know the taste of Indonesian cuisine," he replied as he turned his back and left me.
I immediately went into the room that was given to me.
This room is very spacious, with a queen size bed, a wardrobe that has 4 doors, and also a dressing table. This room is very luxurious for a maid.
Trings..
I heard a notification from my phone. After I opened it, it was Afina's chat.
[The one at home, yeah! Sultan is very good, especially if you are good at seducing him. 🙈]
My eyes were rounded while reading the chat from Afina.
"It's true he didn't have akhlaq nih friends, it was immediately left without saying goodbye, now he sends a strange chat so." I grumbled in my heart.
[Complic.😡😠I don't want haram money, come on, I want to cook. Don't bother !] Sent.
My reply was sent, he replied with a laughing emoji.
[😅😅 ok, congratulations.]
The reply.
That last chat made my heart stir.
Now there are various feelings that occupy my heart, there is fear in anything, there is a sense of sin also because I now live alone with men who are not mahram.
" O God, was my decision to work in this place wrong?
Ah, I forgot Istikhoroh was. O Allah, save this servant of yours from danger, whether it be born or inward," I said.
I immediately changed into clothes that I deliberately brought to cook in the kitchen.
With a sense of uncertainty, I went out and entered the kitchen to carry out my duties.