The fragile heart of women

Chapter 6. Cut salary.

"Hello Nduk! Did you get a job? You have money yet? If you already have money do not forget to send ya Nduk! Your father is sick again, said the doctor must be treated in the hospital! How come you haven't sent us any money yet?"

"Oh .. Maap maap maap, I haven't got a job."

"Lho .. piye toh Nduk, the time has been almost a month living there has not also found a job! I really need money for your father's medical expenses, you know Nduk!"

"Yes ma'am, ma'am!"

"Yo wes, it's free mom to talk to you, you did not think about our fate, you are not serious about finding money for us, tut ...." Mom turned off my phone call.

"Maap," I said softly as I stared at my phone after my phone call was switched off by my mother.

"What's up, Ta?" tanya Tama who was suddenly beside me.

"Eh, Tam, I just called my parents, want to know their situation in the village, mom told me that you were sick. Mom's mad because I haven't sent them any money yet!" kataku.

"You used my money to send it to your parents, Ta!" said Tama.

"No, Tam, I owe a lot to you. I'm going to see Miss Lastri tomorrow, I've decided to accept her offer to work in housing with her" I said.

"Are you serious? Don't you want to work in housing?"

"I don't have a choice anymore, Tam! I have to earn money for your medical expenses, otherwise you can get angry!"

***

The female employer simply asked me what my name was and how old I was after that, he immediately told Mother Lastri to take me to my room which was located at the very back of the super-large housing.

One month later.

"Ta, you were told by the madam to go to the supermarket to buy this!" said Bu Lastri gave me a piece of paper that contained a list of things I should buy.

"Wait for Mr. Darmo to come home. Mr. Darmo will drive you!" continued Bu Lastri.

"Mmd!" The voice of our new employer's mother came from abroad, calling Bu Lastri as the middle-aged woman was talking to me.

"Yes, big lady, just a minute!" ms. Lastri replied a bit shouting because we were in the back while our employer was in another room that was located quite far from where we were.

"This is who rubbed my clothes? look, why are you wearing clothes like this, huh!" snapped The big madam looked so angry.

"Well, it's Morita who rubs the Master's shirt!" miss Lastri told me the truth.

"Youte!" The woman, who was almost sixty years old, shouted my name.

I immediately ran to the room where there was already Miss Lastri and the mother of our female employer. "Yes, ma'am, what's wrong?" I wondered after I was next to them.

The old woman threw the clothes she was holding at me. "Your salary this month I'm cutting, because you've ruined my husband's shirt!" sniffed the middle-aged woman.

"What the hell is Mom?" A woman who was old but still looked beautiful came to us. The woman was our real master.The good man, unlike her evil biological mother, made the slightest mistake of directly cutting our pay.