Castes
nindia's Patience

this story is just a writer's work. Not a true story or an exemplary story.Take it good yes

The day passed very quickly for Arya, but so slowly for Nindia. He has been in this magnificent house for 2 weeks. But there were events that cornered him.

He wanted to say that he was not the reason for the strange events of the past two weeks. But, she was just a nanny or even a lowly servant who could do nothing.

In his heart, he knew exactly who had done it all. Silence was the only thing he chose to address every single thing Arya had done. He only hoped that the man would not make his life even more miserable, because it would definitely destroy him even more. Nindia was reminded of what happened 1 week ago.

Flashbacks

When he finished sweeping the backyard. Nindia turned to her next task, which was to cook lunch for this family member.

Who would have thought that when he accidentally passed through the place drying clothes, all his clothes and pants fell on the ground. In fact, Nindia was sure to have clamped her clothes properly and of course also strong when hit by the wind.

He shook his head slowly. Inwardly said, it must be the work of his young master again to find faults in him.

Walk slowly. Nindia breathed a tired breath. It's always like that. Arya never ran out of ideas to do mischief.

The work will be 2 times if this continues. The patience and resignation that Nindia's heart emphasizes. What else can he do now?

Nindia lifted one of the white clothes closest to her right now. He was drying when his clothes were half dry. So, it shouldn't make his clothes too dirty. At least, there will be a little stain.

But Nindia's hopes had to be dashed when she saw the dry land become a very dirty lump of mud. He looked at the back of the shirt.

It will be very difficult to wash all these clothes again. Moreover, the mud that has begun to dry on the shirt. Nindia has to prepare extra energy today.

Take the bucket of clothes in the corner of the room and put all the dirty clothes into one. Nindia took him back to the washing machine room. He's gonna put all these clothes on for now. So that later does not leave traces of mud.

a flat tone. Anyone would be scared.

Nindia can only hope that there is a Mr. Wildan or Aya who accidentally heard the words of Arya who passed cold and saved her life once again. And God seemed to be kind to Nindia.

“This boy is nothing at all. That ugly shirt is in trouble. Aya sure you can buy a new shirt that is more expensive, right?”

the girl was crying for now when there was her sister.

Losing to win was Arya's stratagem for now. He will find another way to make Nindia cry until faltered–sendat. I don't know why he really likes it if Nindia can only be silent not wrinkled because of him. Although sometimes his heart was pinched with no reason when he saw the cute girl began to sobbing to hold back her cries.

Flashbacks

If you remember about it, Nindia becomes very grateful Aya came out of the room because she wanted to ask for her help to do the task. Because, until now Nindia still can not fight Arya alone without help from Aya and Mr. Wildan.

“Kak Nindia, teach Aya cook dong.”