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I quickly wiped my tears and realized I was too emotional. I looked at Mr. Regan and immediately apologized.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to say what I just said. I shouldn't have said it. Master was very kind to me. And I'm very grateful. I am the one who does not know myself and is sassy. Sorry Master....Master's not angry, is he?"

"No Mila. You why? Are you having any more problems?"

This is a good time to ask Mr. Regan for permission to visit both of my parents in prison.

"Sir...if I say something, are you not angry?"

Mr. Regan looked at me confusedly.

"No." He answered and waited for me to say something. "Say."

"Actually my parents were in prison. But I dare not tell Mr. Regan or anyone. I'm too naive and ashamed to tell you this truth."

"Jailed?" Mr. Regan was immediately surprised. And I looked at me very sharply and my heart beat faster than my breath began to be irregular.

"Yes, sir." I answered very slowly. And afraid to continue my sentence also to be open about my parents. I want to see them immediately, however. If only there was time and my master would allow it.

"Why Mila? Your mom and dad are still here?"

"Yes Sir. I'm not alone. They're still there, but they're in jail right now, and I've never seen them there."

"Why don't you go there?"

"I didn't have the money to go there, and after that I didn't have the time and didn't dare to ask permission to go there."

"Yes already. Tomorrow I'll take you to see them." Said Mr. Regan while looking straight ahead. "Why are your parents in Mila's prison?"

"Sorry Mister. Can this question be skipped...I'm too embarrassed to say it."

"Yes if you don't want to tell a story. But if you are ready to tell a story. So let's say, I'll listen and maybe I can help you if you tell me why."

"Good Sir. Thank you, sir, for being so kind and will I be fired because my parents are in prison?"

"What does this have to do with them Mila? They're in jail or not, can't you work at home for as long as you want?"

"I think they'll make a disgrace and you won't hire me because your good name can be tainted."

"No Mila, this mind of yours is strange and cramped."

"Because we were excommunicated in our dwellings. And according to them our poor and despicable family is a disgrace to society."

"No Mila. Everyone can make mistakes. And what they do is not your responsibility, they are adults and know the consequences of every action. But assuming you deserve punishment for their actions then it is wrong. You're a good girl. I know it. So don't get discouraged, yeah...." Said Mr. Regan very thoughtful and made my heart calm.

"Thank you, sir, maybe God heard my prayer and sent you as an angel of salvation."

"Ahk you're starting to fantasize and exaggerate again."

"Truly Sir. Master is an angel without wings for me."

Then Mr. Regan played the song and began to be engrossed in the rhythm. Sometimes I glanced at him. His face was so calm and I never saw any anger in his aura.

Painting Dusk

I understand the journey you are going through now

I hope even though it's heavy you don't feel alone

You've been fighting to conquer your not-so-easy days

Let me accompany you to wash your tired

Let me paint twilight

Carve your name there

Heard you tell a story

Crying laughing

Let me paint the night

Bring you the stars

Your friend's hurt

Until you're happy

I'm here tired of trying again don't stop

I hope even though it's heavy you don't feel alone

Let me accompany you to wash your tired

Let me paint twilight

Carve your name there

Heard you tell a story

Crying laughing

Let me paint the night

Bring you the stars

Your friend's hurt

Until you're happy huh

Let me paint twilight

Carve your name there

Heard you tell a story

Crying laughing

Let me paint the night

Bring you the stars

Your friend's hurt

Until you're happy

Your friend's hurt

Until you're happy

The song is really bad, but why is it every time Mr. Regan plays the radio and that sounds right on my favorite song and I'm so happy that someone is with me when I listen to some of my favorite songs. Even though the one who accompanied me was not my lover, but my master.

But I'm still happy and all this feels different when listening to my own music and when I'm together. This is a Popular Radio channel, which plays music all day and all the songs that are played on average are hits.

We finally got home. Mr. Regan turned off the music and I went straight down without waiting for Mr. Regan to open the door for me.

I saw from the upper window, Oma looking at me sharply. I immediately saluted and smiled kindly at him, even though Oma did not reply to him and kept a flat face expressionless.

"Mila let's go in. Later after changing clothes you go up. You can replace Oma to accompany the twins." Said Mr. Regan.

"Good sir." I quickly went into my room and changed clothes."

Then after that I went upstairs and intended to accompany the two. And when I got to the door Oma immediately rebuked me.

"You've been picked up, sir?"

"Yes Oma. I didn't know suddenly Master was in front of my school."

"Next time you go home by yourself, right?"

"Can Oma."

"Yes now you make red guava juice for them. After that you bribe them."

"Yes Oma." Thankfully, Oma finally gave me the opportunity to do my duty as their nanny.

I then headed straight to the refrigerator and took two red guavas to juggle.

"When not use white sugar. There's sugar cubes on the table. You wear it if it is less sweet. Don't use much so that their teeth are healthy." Oma said as she exited the room and observed the way I made fruit juice.

"Yes Oma."

"Wash the fruit of Mila. Only then do you cut and you blender."

"Yes Oma."

I never held a tool like this. Because I don't have any furniture in my house. So this is the first time I make fruit juice with a blender. But I'm sure I can because even though I've never used it, I've seen some cooking demos and I know how to use this blender from shows on television.

I also do not have a TV, but I like to watch Mpok Ijah stall while shopping when there is free time.

I'm like living another dimension. All electronics are sophisticated and modern but I do not have it. I feel like I live in a stone age. I only have a pot and frying pan to cook. It was all black.

But now God gave me heaven in the world. That is, I can live in a luxurious and large house and all this enjoyment, even though I am not the owner, but I sometimes participate in enjoying their luxury goods without having to buy them. This ugly duckling is currently living in the sultan's house which is all white and clean.