Love Two Boundaries
Chapter 1# Not a wish

My name is Ais, a very short name. Most people think it's just a nickname. But the fact is that the name is plastered on the deed, ID card, and diploma that I have not had a year.

Yes.., a High School diploma that I haven't had in a year. If I remember that feeling sad again, how not, when all my friends are busy taking care of college administration, I was busy at the immigration office. Not because I want to travel abroad, but become a maid, a profession that I never wanted.

This is not my wish, but my destiny.

A fate I never wanted.

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I've been a maid in this luxurious house for almost three months. Thank God, now I live this destiny with unending gratitude. Because in a relatively short time, I have twice transferred money to my family in the village.

Although the amount is not much, at least, can be used for food and the cost of paternity treatment is accommodated.

I still have complete parents, only, at this time my father is often sickly, so he can no longer support my family. My mother was just a housewife who every day became a porters in the rice fields of people.

I only have a little sister named Fia. Now he is still in the third grade of Junior High. Means there must be a fee prepared for him to enter the next level. That's why I chose to be the maid across the country.

At first my parents didn't allow it, but how else, we had no choice.

When my father lay weak, a friend named Mohtar who is also a dealer agent of TKI, offered me a job as a maid in Malaysia. He also gave me a loan and a family of 1.5 million.

That loan, I'll pay after I become a maid in Malaysia.

His passport and visa also paid for him. I just prepared my body.

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"Aunty Ice..can u help me?"

The voice of a child asking for help while thrusting a toy towards me. I was relaxing the toys on the floor, stopped my movements, and smiled sweetly at this cute little girl.

"Oalaaaa...The game is off?"

I saw a small doll without hands, which Adira had handed to me for a few seconds. Adira just nodded, scratching her head.

This kid's behavior is funny. Therefore, I loved him as much as my own brother.

Adira, that's the name of this little girl in two braids in front of me. His age if not wrong is only three years old. But his intelligence is incredible for a child his age.

Adira is the first grandchild and from the first child, my master. Adira was raised by opah and her father only. I've been here for almost three months, never once seen Hafiz's wife.

I also never asked the whereabouts of Adira's mother, for me it was too kepo and interfere in the affairs of others.

Hafiz, Adira's father is a man I consider cold and arrogant. Don't talk, just look at me he never. Perhaps he always positioned himself as the master, while I was nothing more than a maid.

Even if I am a maid, at least position me as a social being. But it doesn't matter to me either, the important thing is that Adira's opah named Puan Jijah is very kind and considerate of me.

Puan Jijah always praised my work and compared it to his past aides, who impressed lazy and like to play mobile while keeping Adira. That's why he fired her and made me a new servant.

In addition to taking care of Adira, I also double other household chores, and no less heavy petrified to take care of Mr. Adam, who has been unable to walk for a year due to an accident. Mr. Adam's daily activities are only in the wheelchair.

Sometimes it is too crowded to imagine if the fate of Lord Adam happened to me alone. At the age of 25 years unmarried and just working in a good position, suddenly suffered a fate like this. Yes ...that is the name of destiny, man can only plan, the rest of God determines.

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"Well, this is done" I said, giving Adira a toy.

"Thanks aunty Ice!" Adira picked up a toy and didn't forget to kiss my cheek. A gentle kiss from a little girl who was still holy.

I just smiled and went back to tidying up Adira's toys strewn on the floor. Adira continues his game. At the same time the sound of a car on the front porch. Maybe it's Mr. Hafiz's car, because it's time to get home from the office. I also rose up to open the trellis door that was locked from the inside.

Arriving at the door, I looked on the porch, and it turned out to be true, it was Mr. Hafiz's car. Before long, a handsome man in a white shirt with a tie around his neck poked out of the car door.

I hurriedly opened the lock and opened the trellis door. After that, I positioned myself by the door with my face down.

"Assalamualaikum" came a masculine voice greeting and passed without ever wanting to look at me.

I just answered the greeting in a soft voice afraid to make the mistake "walaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh".

Next I close and lock the iron trellis back. Inside there was the sound of a little boy excited to see his papa coming home from work.

"Papa, that's Dira Tangannye's toy off"

While telling stories in the hand of the papa.

"yeah?

Iye, naseb baek ade aunty Ais, die who fix Dira's toys.

Then, Dira said ape same aunty Ais?

Dira said, thanks aunty Ice, continue... Dira kisses aunty cheek Ais, muaaaaccch" while showing her kiss to Hafiz.

Mr. Hafiz laughed off hearing the story of his little girl while stealing glances at me

Right now the clock is showing at 16:30 p.m., which means I have to rush to prepare dinner for mister and mister.

Upon arrival in the kitchen, I immediately unpacked the contents of the refrigerator looking for what will be served tonight.

Looking at fresh snapper and sweet potato shoots, without thinking for long, terbesit idea to make spicy sour fish and misty shoots of sweet potatoes.

Merely the cuisine of the village I spelled out a lot of master.

Because in the past when I was in the village I often helped my mother cook, so no wonder even at the age of nineteen, I was very skilled at processing various kinds of dishes.

Especially where I work now has a taste that is not much different. Understandably between Malay Malaysia and Indonesia, it is still tied to one group, so it is not surprising that these two countries have a lot in common.

Exactly one hour in the kitchen, all finished cooking, later when dinner arrives, then I will serve this dish.

Now I'm getting ready to clean up, but before that, I want to make sure Mr. Adam's condition.

I slowly approached the door to Mr. Adam's room, which was downstairs, not far from the living room.

On arrival at the door, I knocked on the door.

"Tock..Geck..."

"Lake in!" there was a male voice, inviting in.

I immediately turned the doorknob, and went into the room and of course with the door I kept open. Anyway, I always remember my parents' messages when I was leaving for Malaysia. They always remind me, to look after myself and my family, and right now what I'm doing is part of keeping myself from slander.

It appears that Mr. Adam is sitting on the bed with his hands and a focused look on the laptop screen.

"Sir Adam wants something?" those are the words I always say. Then I lowered my gaze. Getting to know and get used to the new environment is not easy for me, because I belong to a shy child. But for the sake of work as much as possible I erode a little bit of my sense of drive.

Maybe it was because of my shy self that made master Hafiz cuek to me. But not with Adam.

Adam turned his gaze to me with a smile he said "don't call me master Adam, call me saye Adam, A-d-a-m" he sounded the alphabet of his name.

"Sorry, tu- uh ... Adam" I hesitated to mention his name.

Adam also chuckled to hear and see my innocent behavior.

"Yes...Allah is perfect if this man is not like this" suddenly there is a sense of compassion in my heart to see Adam's condition, but there is one thing I must model from him, that is his spirit. Despite being a disabled man, he still runs his life with r

single-minded.

"Well, did Adam need anything?" I repeated the question again, and again lowered my gaze.

"Saye wants something

Anything on?

Ie something.

What'sthat?" tanyaku plain.

"Bise no, jike is talking, you don't want to hang out! look saye!

Ape saye less handsome?" adam said, looking at me.

(Can, if you're talking, you don't get carried away down! lookatme!

Am I less handsome?)

"I'm sorry, I don't feel good..Adam means it" I said honestly.

Adam again chuckled, "from now on learn to do it!" very cold words sounded in my ears.

"If you're one of the men in my village, I'm very willing to make you my first boyfriend" that's my heart.

"If no one wants to, excuse me, I'm out!" I asked Adam who was busy with his laptop.

He simply replied with a smile and stared at my departure. I don't know what's in that guy's brain, I don't know, I hope he doesn't think about weird things about me.

Now one work has been completed again, just a bath next to the magrib prayer, after that just prepare dinner.

Step by step I climbed the stairs to the second floor, where my room was, right next to Hafiz's room.

While passing through the room of Mr. Hafiz, there was laughter between the child and the father.

It turned out that Mr. Hafiz was playing with his little daughter.

I could see it from the gap of the door that was not tightly closed.

"What a wonderful father figure, with his daughter he is very warm, loving, but with me?, ah...care what me, the important salary every month I smooth" I murmured inwardly and passed through the room with a small smile.