Special Maid For Om Duda
Family Blood Pressure
"So you refuse this ATM, I seriously give it to you, because I already consider you my future wife," said my employer while moving the thin card.
"I'm sure Mas, honestly I decided to be a maid not because no job would accept me, but I who do not like the crowd, prefer to work as a maid like this, he said, because my privacy is more awake and I also do not interact much with others. And about the money to buy clothes or so forth I am sure, if I myself can still meet my daily needs from the savings I have, and salary also from the natinya salary money," I replied slowly and carefully so as not to offend Aarav.
"Well, then I'll take this card back, and go to work. Oh yes later tonight you cook simple, I want us to eat together again to open communication so we get to know each other more." That was my employer's message before I left for work. I just nodded to answer her words.
Now Aarav has gone to work, I have finished arranging groceries into the refrigerator and also the dabur cabinet. Well the kitchen business I consider it is finished, the holiness is already, now I will tidy up the top floor. I who have been used to clean up did not take long to finish my work upstairs, and I now live to wipe the displays that I believe are expensive.
I carefully cleaned one by one the displays from the dust. Later in the afternoon the intention I will clean up the garden which is actually already a lot of ornamental plants, just less well maintained, some are dead, some are wild body a lot and close the other flowers, others, less good at eye sight.
My eyes were fixed on the door of my master's room, was I allowed to enter and tidy up his room? I muttered alone. I completely forgot to ask. Did I ask ya. After cradling for a long time I decided to contact my employer, asking about tidying up his room.
Carefully and carefully still doubting me contact my employer, hoping that my employer's mood is fine and not angry if I call. It was my feeling of being too afraid that I would get angry later.
[Hallo why Lyd?] My employer's voice from the phone managed to surprise me.
[Yes, I'm sorry if I interrupted you during your working hours. What permission do I want to clear your room for, and that's my sign to go into your room?] ask me carefully.
[Oh, can-can Lyd. Just enter my room is not in the key, it is usually also a housekeeper tidying up my room, but this morning I forgot to tell you. Just enter Lyd there is nothing,] reply my employer that makes me more calm because it is permission.
[Okay Mas, then I'll tidy up your room,] I ended my conversation with Mas Aarav because I'm sure he's doing a lot of work.
I had to be extra patient to tidy up my master's room. At first I thought for an hour or two I would finish the job, but my guess is that almost all day I complete this task.
I started working on everything from the mattress to changing the sheets and tidying things, tie shoes, belts and bags I tidied into place. The clothes I put together to make it look good when I see it. The time also continued to roll, I continued my work until without feeling I looked up adzan duhur sounding I who had always been taught to worship on time also immediately stopped my work, I immediately stopped my work, I rushed back to the room and I immediately cleaned up the sticky sweat, this was my hardest job so far.
Back I lay out the prayer mat to complain to my Rob what I live, no matter how long I live this all I feel at peace when I tell Robku with this life journey.
After running four rakaat I did not immediately return to continue my unfinished work and I postponed it first. I lay down my body for a moment while checking my phone which might be Mom or Dad asking me how I am doing. But I was surprised by a message from my sister Lyra.
"Well, he's connecting with me, a really big tumben. What else is up for grabs" I murmured as I saw a message from my sister.
I am not the incarnation of an angel who is always patient when faced with continuous problems let alone problems caused by my sister. Although I always act ordinary and try to reprimand first as you want. In fact, my heart has its own wounds on the treatment of my sister this one. I'm sure my other two sisters were just following me around just because of Lyra's words that motivated them to hate me.
I'm getting married, you're sick because you think you're not married. If you want to die first you want to get married.]
The deg!!! my heart melos when reading a message from my youngest brother.
"Father, if you are sick, it is appropriate that this morning there is no message from Father and Mother." I sobbed alone, sickly reading my sister's message, but even more sickly I imagined my sick parents, but I couldn't keep her company.
"Oh my God, why is it so hard for people to wander through this. Especially as it is today, the sick old man cannot accompany."