Trapped in the Love of the Young Master

1. Widjaya Family Home

“Doain Tiara, Bu.” The girl gathered in front of the head of the foundation. After that lay his head on the lap of the woman who gave him a lot of supplies for the past three months.

“Mother is sure you will get a good employer, Tiara. You're a good, smart kid. I'm sure, later the family will love you, like mother's affection.”

A farewell session that was pouring blue still flashed through Tiara's mind, all the way through. Occasionally he still wiped his eyes, shedding the rest of the water that was endlessly dripping. In his heart he prayed many prayers.

This morning, the employer's envoy where he was going to work picked up. When he had to really fight, and filial, not just for the sake of rupiah.

Tiara was stunned while setting foot in the courtyard of such a huge mansion. The building is like a palace that looms majestically. The luxurious house that he had only seen on television.

“Come!” The sound from behind shocked Tiara.

It was Arman, the driver who had picked her up from the foundation. The two had not been acquainted, and what Tiara remembered, was that the man only mentioned that he was a messenger from the Widjaya family.

“Ah, b-well.” Tiara stuttered, then fixed the location of the bag that was attached to her shoulder.

“Cute me.” Arman.

After saying so, the 25-year-old man walked ahead. He stepped to the side of the house, which was located slightly twisted from where he parked the car.

Along the tail to the man, Tiara's eyes did not tire of venturing around. His lips were unceasingly clucking, admiring the beauty of the garden that stretched in front. Rows of wide scenery decorated with various flowers really captivate the eyes and hearts of anyone who looks.

Far away near the black iron fence, palm plants loomed as if to be the frame of the courtyard. Then the expanse of roses of various colors is bright, as well as orchids arranged in such a way. There are also Japanese Cambodians who decorate some large pots. Meanwhile, colorful dahlia looks add to the vibrant neatly maintained garden. The type of flower that Tiara had encountered in the house of the village chief in his village.

Some other beautiful flowers do not know the name Tiara. However, some of the plants were successful in making him feel peaceful set foot in the house. His heart even made a deal, if he would be at home working there.

‘Ah, but ... how is it possible? Am I too sure? Because all this time from what I've seen in soap operas, the rich are mostly bad. They will treat the maid arbitrarily.’ Tiara was deepening, as she continued to step up.

“Lewat here.”

The girl collapsed when the driver showed her the road turning on the right side of the building, passing through the pool. Again Tiara was amazed. Hownot? Variety of fruit plants lined up neatly on the edge of high walls, growing well in large pots. There are oranges that have partly yellowed, mango apples with reddish-colored fruit, there is also durian that shows two very large fruits at the corner.

Is this heaven? I can no longer even guess as rich as what kind of employer will be a place of service. And again ... why am I the chosen one of the people in the foundation? Though, I am a new person who has absolutely no experience being a maid, or whatever it is.

The driver pressed the bell, as they reached the front of the big door. From the carving, the wooden door looks made with qualified art. Balinese carvings are beautifully displayed, with some parts painted in gold.

Tiara entered after greeting a middle-aged woman who opened the door. From her clothes, I can tell that she is a servant here.

“Welcome to family home Adji Widjaya.”

As soon as the lady said, as soon as Tiara got inside. Meanwhile, the driver who had picked up had left, after putting down his luggage.

“My name is Nurma.” The middle-aged woman reached out, and greeted Tiara with disdain.

“I Tiara. Nice to meet you, Ms. Nurma,” she replied trying as well as possible.

“Cute me.” Nurma turned around, then took a quick step towards the oval-shaped table, with the chairs laid out in a circle.

Is this the dining room?

“Sit.” He opened it, then headed to the other side. Picking up something, then returning with Tiara's gaze.

The girl did not dare to look around the house that felt cold. He was afraid that his gaze would be caught by Nurma, and was considered impolite.

However, Tiara could still see the busyness of the maids in the house, from some people in uniform passing by.

“I'm the butler here. There are many helpers working in this house.” Nurma began, after serving a glass of water.

“There is Lulu who is responsible for the whole dish in this house. You could say, he's the head chef. Kitchen is his territory.” The butler said as he observed the appearance of the girl in front of him.

“There is Rita who is in charge of cleanliness inside the house, while Siska who takes care of the garden outside with some gardeners.” Nurma's explanation again made Tiara gasp, amazed.

Just as many housekeepers? If there are so many people here, what about my job?

“You yourself ...” Nurma paused the sentence, as understood by the question in Tiara's heart. “You will take care of Madam Sundari.”

Tiara nodded. Because, before coming here, the foundation has indeed provided him with the skills to take care of the elderly. So, she thought the so-called Madam Sundari was the mother in this family.

“All the workers in this house live in the back pavilion. But, the nurse and the maid for Madame Sundari live here. Exactly there.” Nurma pointed to the right corner of the room.

“None lasted more than three months taking care of the Big Lady. Because once he feels uncomfortable or complains, Young Master will instantly fire the waiter without asking.”

Young Master?

Tiara shuddered at the thought of that.

What does the master look like, Bu Nurma? Was horrible?

Nurma then explained all the tasks that will be the responsibility of the next Tiara in this house. Serving all the will of the Big Lady, including helping in the activities. The age of twilight makes the movement of the elderly is limited, and requires a companion for 24 hours.

So, later Tiara, and Sister Ani will do the task together. Working as a team, and required to do the best service. While Lisa is only in charge of preparing special food for Sundari.

“So, I hope you survive here, Tiara.” So said Nurma. Slowly, but with emphasis. “Change waitresses once every few months, I'm tired of having to explain over and over again.” That unfriendly tone came out again from Nurma.

“Please help, Ms. Nurma. I promise to work hard as best I can. Thank you for giving me a lot of directions.” Tiara nodded as a sign of respect, and the Chief Servant replied with a smile.

Before long, Nurma got up and took Tiara to the room she had just shown. The girl looked up, and found the ceiling of the house so magnificent. Blue and white in some parts, like the sky out there.

Is this where I start the fight?

***

A white-haired woman greeted with a glare as Tiara walked in. The girl was wearing a purple uniform, as a sign that she was Sundari's nurse. The color that distinguishes it from ordinary servants.

Gaining such a gaze, the spacious and cool room suddenly felt hot for Tiara. He even felt sweat running down my back. In the heart of the girl said many prayers, so that all went well today.

“Name is Tiara, Mistress. He's the one who replaced Susi.” Nurma said, after bending down as a sign of respect for her employer.

Sundari scanned the girl in front of him carefully, from the foot to the top of the head. Well-groomed hair makes Tiara's skin look clean. Her slightly thin cheeks were slightly bleached, probably from nervousness.

Nurma turned around for a moment, also staring at the look of Tiara. The girl followed the directions of dressing from him without any fault. For a moment he smiled. Looking at Tiara now, he was like seeing himself when he first came to this house, over thirty years ago.

Following what Nurma did, Tiara then saluted from her place. Meanwhile, the woman approached Sundari who was now commenting on a faint smile.

I thought there were sisters and servants accompanying her, but why was she alone?

“I hope he is not like Susi,” replied Sundari briefly, accompanied by a sigh. There was no smile on her old face that still left that beauty.

Not like Susi? What was? Ah, it's none of my business. But shouldn't I find out not to do the same wrong thing?

“You, come here!” Nurma's call made Tiara stutter slightly, and reflexes approached.

“Happy to meet you, Mistress.” Once again Tiara bowed, as soon as she reached the edge of the bed.

“Ah, sweet girl.” Sundari said in a flat tone, the old woman's face was expressionless.

Nurma left the room shortly afterwards. Leave Tiara alone with the big madam. The sunken eyes continued to scan his new waiter, as if to jab further.

“Your name is Tiara?” tanyanya slow. Sounds soft, not as soon as the first greeting.

“Iya, Mistress.”

“Sini. Sit.” He pointed to the chair at the side of the bed, as a gesture for Tiara to sit there. At first the girl seemed hesitant, but did not stop obeying the order.

“You are young. Why work as a waiter? Why not find a job somewhere else?”

The question made the Tiara wishful thinking float. To a sick mother, and to a father who now knows where. The thing that made him give up college that was achieved with difficulty, then work to earn rupiah.

For the sake of the treatment of the mother who must keep going, for the sake of the mother who must recover, even though Tiara is not on her side.

Mother ....

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