The Cost of Trust

Workings

_Tati_

My business with the Setiawan family is done here enough. Now I'm free. No longer need to think about the debts of the deceased. I regret not doing it before. No matter how much I hate Maya, I still love Imah like my own son. Even though I know, I'm rude. I'm not a good mother to Mommy. The shadow of the cruel stepmother was already deeply attached to me.

The last time I asked for money from Imah, it surprised me. God brought Mama with her real family. I never even thought a little. May be able to work on her own cousin whose bell she once met.

This is God's way. I do not hate Imah, but my grudge against Imah's biological family will never fade. I make sure they suffer after this.

"Where should I go?", my mind. I walked away from Aziz's house. Confused, where do I go after this. There's no way I'm going back to Malang. Let the loan sharks deal with Imah or Farah. I am tired of my stupidity. Tired of my love for Setiawan.

I crossed the road without looking left. Suddenly a fancy car hit me. Fortunately, I was still able to avoid it. Otherwise, in vain I have come here to take my life.

I just fell by the side of the road. The car that hit me pulled over not far from me sitting down. A beautiful woman came to me. Her pretty face looked panicked.

"Sir.sorry..I didn't mean it!"

He woke me up from my sitting position. Do I still look young until I'm called mbak?

"It's okay, I was wrong. Don't see how things cross."

"So is sick? Do I need to see a doctor? Or do I want to take you home?"

"It's okay mbak. I'm fine."

"Related?"

I just nod.

"Yes already, let me drop off? Where's the address?"

"I just came from Malang mbak, again looking for work."

"Mbak.mbak...ini Jakarta, can indeed come to Jakarta and continue to work? this isn't a soap opera....!"

"Yes I know mbak. Last night I also stayed at the home of relatives of the deceased husband. But this morning I decided to go."

"Owh.all right. Maybe I can help a little, if you want to please work as an art in my apartment, how?"

"Huh? Really mbak? This... not rich in the soap opera-sinetron scene is it mbak?"

"What scenes? Btw, rakatin. My name is Liliana Puspita. Just call me Lili. Looks like our age isn't too far?"

"I...Hartati mbak, just call Tati."

"okay...Tati, want to work in my apartment?"

"Mau mbak's. Thanks very!"

"Eits...but..my salary depends on your performance huh?"

"Yes to Lili. I'm definitely working my best!"

"Well, come with me back to the apartment!"

I followed Lili into her luxury car. This woman is so beautiful, it looks like a really rich man. How silent to work for me, even though he does not know how I am. He's not afraid that I'm bad for him?

The car I spilled drove fast. While driving, Lili's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello om...?"

"......"

"Where?"

"......"

"Night is it? Yeah, well, Lili's gonna clean up first."

"....."

"Bye.emmmuach....!"

The call ended. I'm just guessing in my mind, is this girl really not a girl? Ah..masa bodo, the important thing is that I work.

"Mbak Tati from Malang? What village? "

"Source Rejo mbak!"

"Hemmm... The richness I often hear, the terminal deck is not it?"

"I go there often when I have an office assignment."

Oh...he's an office guy?

"Have you heard my conversation just now? It's up to you to assume what, obviously I do it with self-consciousness."

"Sorry mom!"

"No problem."

The car entered the high-rise building. If I live here, what if the earthquake suddenly comes? Can you get off the stairs?

"Please enter Tati!"

I also followed a woman named Lili.

The room is not too big. Only the facilities are complete.

"This is your room, my room!"

"Good mom!"

"Oh yes, please clean up. Later if my favorite om comes, then Tati just stay in the room. Okay?"

"Huh? Yes mbak!"

"Yes, please take a break first, later if you have stayed clean-up. I have to go back to the office."

"Good mom!"

"Oh yeah, get your ID!"

I also handed it to him. Then he took a picture of it. After that, he returned my ID.

"This is an access card to get in and out of the house. Later if I chat you, this room must be neat and clean. Can you please Tati?"

"Can't mbak!"

"Yes, you rest first."

He left me at home this good. Doesn't he worry if I take his things?

Whatever the profession, I don't care what it's important to work!

******

"Where is it mbak? Time does go back to the poor?", asked Imah to me.

"Bu Tati has relatives in Jakarta?"

"There's no mbak!"

"Try calling!"

Imah tried to contact Tati, but there was no answer.

"Not lifted by mbak!"

"Yes, maybe you can call me later."

"Imah is worried. Ibuk kasian!"

I rubbed his shoulder.

"Yes patient. Maybe Mrs Tati is still emotional. Just wait until the emotions subside."

"Yes mbak!"

"Yes, I want you to eat. It's noon!"

"Yes mbak!"

Let it go, leaving me for the dining table.

Proverbs...Imah.kasian you mah..