An Overdose of Love
Guest anger
Fortunately, my employer was very kind and understanding of what happened to me. The mother who is still not fully healed, now she is the one who still replaces him.
"You don't get tired, Karin!" reprimand Mr. Chris when I mopped the floor of his house.
"Eeh, there's a master. Just got home from work. No sir, I'm not tired. I am strong, this whole thing is considered a sport only," I replied.
"Eemm, fine if you insist on still doing the work. But don't ask me for help if anything happens, okay!" threaten the employer with the intention of making a joke.
"Yes, sir. I'll be careful at work. Do you want to eat now?" ask me when he sits casually in the living room sofa while removing socks.
"No, I ate at work. I want to sleep as much as possible today, because it's been two days of overtime continuously" he explained.
"alright, sir. Have a good rest then."
"Emm."
Although Mr. Chris often warned me not to be tired at work, I did not want to be told this self work but only tempted by his wages, when not doing that duty as a maid.
Sometimes the body is so weak, because often the stomach that can not be compromised due to removing all the contents that have been swallowed, but as strong as self-power must be able to hold, but can hold, for the sake of finding a piece of money to maintain survival.
Hands have been busy drying one by one the employer's clothes, patted near the pool. I felt so amazed at everything the master had. Already handsome rich, to make the women vying to have it, but the incident a few days ago has made a trace of trauma to Mr. Chris, no woman has ever been her boyfriend again.
Ting .. tong .. ting, the sound of the house bell has been rang.
I, who was still busy drying clothes, immediately stopped the activity, now trying to walk in a hurry to open the door.
Ceklek, the door is open. There was a man and a woman who looked the same age as my foster mother.
"Sorry, can I help you?" ask me politely while the mangosteen bowed his head.
"Chris isn't home?" ask the lady's guest.
"Sir is home, but rests."
"Can we meet?" The man's guest.
"Oh, you may, sir. But if you can tell who you are, huh?" just polite.
"We are Chris' parents. Already ... have, do not suck ask permission Chris all, because we are his family, move aside!" said rude mama mr. Chris.
"Yes, Madam. Forgive me for not knowing" I replied, bowing my head.
Without further obstruction, the parents of Mr. Chris, now just go straight into the house.
"Please sit down, ladies!" i say.
"Eemmm," replied mama Chris who looked arrogant.
In a hurry I now climbed the stairs to the second floor, to immediately call the master.
Tok .. tok, door to his room.
Tok .. tok, for the second time the door is back.
"Is Mr. Chris still asleep, huh? Emm, should I go straight in to wake her up, but-? But what if he gets angry later, as a result of waking up? Aah, I just go in, because from earlier I said that his room did not go, he opened. Anyway if I don't wake up Mr. Chris soon, surely his parents will be angry because they can't see his son. Yes, I have to go in now to wake her up," I said in my heart feeling between yes and no.
The door to my room opened slowly.
"Excuse me, sir!" my permission to ask to enter.
"Heeh, it's true that Mr. Chris is still sleeping. I have to wake up now," a confident heart murmur.
"Master .. sir, wake up! Mr. .. sir," call me as he slowly shakes his arms.
"Eeh .. hhhhhh, what's wrong?" the answer was weak who still closed his eyes.
"Under your parents, sir!" my clear.
"really? You tell them to wait a little while" he said, answering, who has now really opened his eyes.
"Good, sir. Excuse me first" I said.
"Eem."
Hands are busy brewing drinks for guests. Trays containing food and drinks are now ready to be served to them immediately. It seems that Mr. Chris has now sat down to meet them, with the same clothes when he slept earlier.
"This is sir, madam. Please drink," I said to me.
"Aaa .. aww," The voice of the woman's master was startled, as the warm water of tea had struck her clothes.
"Sorry .. I'm sorry, ma'am!" I say guilty who is now trying to help wipe a wet shirt with a tissue.
"Aaah, move. Will not your dirty hands touch my expensive clothes. Basic maids do not work easily," complained the female employer angry.
"Sorry .. sorry, ma'am. I actually accidentally nudged him, "i explained.
"Basic, byuuuuuur!" With the roughness of the female employer is now watering the other tea that I have served earlier.
"Ma! What the fuck are you," cried the angry-looking Mr. Chris.
"Shut up, Chris. Don't defend a maid who doesn't do her job. Basic, useless maid," insult her again.
I could only wipe my face rough, while the rest of the tea water was still perched wetting my face. Fortunately, I made the tea was warm-warm nails, so the heat will not melt this face.
"Mama should be quiet. Karin was already apologizing to you, because she was accidentally, but what are you doing now. You water and get angry at him" replied Mr. Chris, trying to defend me.
"Why are you guilty of mama, not that this useless servant of yours is to blame?" back to the employer.
"Have ... have you guys been anything, anyway? There is no shame in arguing over trivial matters. Your behavior is like a child, "the big master is now angry with trying to mediate.
"Mama, pa. Always make it because of it, just a matter of water spills just like that until a big anger," replied Mr. Chris sewot.
"It was just kind of emotional, Chris. You know yourself mama hates people who are slow or can not do a good job," explained the female employer soften the words.
"I'm sorry, madam and Mr. Chris. I was completely unintentional, so don't be made to argue anymore" My ignorance tries to come along to talk, when there are smells of tension between this child and mother.
"Ciiieh, you pretentious and nosy assistant. Already gone, so tired of seeing your innocent face," pushed the female employer did not like me.
"Good, madam. Sorry .. sorry, excuse me," I said goodbye, nodding my head slowly.
When just a few steps walk, again Mr. Chris again wanted to invite arguing with his mother. I feel so bad because of the slightest carelessness, to make them more tense fighting each other.
"Oh, Karin. What did you do earlier, your actions were so careless, that they kept arguing?" a sorry and unpleasant heart murmur, when hearing a loud voice clashing with each other.
Because it was not good for my actions earlier, I am now trying to busy myself by cooking just any vegetable ingredients to eliminate unpleasant moods again, because if it appears it will make them increasingly peak emotions. One by one the vegetable ingredients are now cut slowly and small. I don't know what the taste of my cooking is now, which is obviously all I get annoyed with how to cook some side dishes.
"Aaaaaaa," My voice was in pain when suddenly a hand had been sliced by a knife.
Fresh blood inevitably flowed so fast that the red blood now fell to the floor of the ceramic tile.
"What's wrong with you, Karin?" asked Mr. Chris who suddenly came, when I saw my hands clasped tightly trying to stop the blood flowing.
"I accidentally sliced my own hand, while slicing the vegetables earlier," answered me grimacing in pain.
"Why are you so careless, here!" said the employer now pulled my hand.
I was unprepared, so unexpected when Mr. Chris would do an action unthinkable to me, namely m*nghis*p blood that came out by inserting the injured finger into his mouth.
"Geez, what are you doing sir. You don't suck at doing this until that's the way it is" a heart murmur who's already ashamed of the employer's actions.
His actions stunned me for so long, when his handsome face was unceasingly cool still m*ngh*sap fingers like a child eating a lollipop.
"Where? Is it a bit good?" tanyanya who has now removed my fingers.
"Eeh'eehhhh, yes sir!" My awareness was one hundred percent of the employer's actions just now.
The shocked me immediately hid the sick hand so that the employer would not worry anymore. Although there was still a little blood coming out, I tried to look fine, so that the employer did not take actions that had made me melt.
"Your master is here? Are your parents home?" tanyaku.
"Yes, they just left."
"I'm sorry, sir. For the inconvenience of the carelessness that spilled the tea earlier, until the master quarreled with the madam," I said unkindly.
"It's okay, Karin. I used to fight with my mom, because I didn't like her ever-hard nature and set up my life. You know for yourself why I'm not staying at home with them? Yes, because I do not match their arrogant nature and seem to have everything, so now I try to live independently and not depend on them. Initially my work as a model was strongly opposed by them, because many companies that would later be inherited and held by me. But I didn't want to do that, because I was dizzy thinking about writing and numbers that wouldn't go into my brain. In part I want freedom in life, which does not want to be restrained or driven by them," explained the length of the employer.
"But wouldn't it be nice to have everything, without taking the trouble to navigate this life?" I was full of wonder.
"That's what you said, but if we're often organized and angry, it's just sickening. You don't have to feel guilty like that. You also see how much they treated you earlier, so do not be angry and taken away because that is the nature of my parents, who are always rude and condescending to others, without thinking anymore about the feelings of the person who is insulted is not hurt," added the employer.
"Yes, sir."
It turns out that not all the lives of rich people are happy, sometimes in the jungle of wealth there are problems that involve the integrity of the family itself. It was sad to hear the story of Mr. Chris who was always controlled by parents to obey all their orders. Although I am no one's employer, but it seems that his story has led me drifting into the struggle to live independently.