Special Maid For Om Duda
Pulang Kampung's
I gasped in shock, as my master casually said that he would continue marrying me.
"But Mas, for an event like my sisters it feels too dear to the money. It is better to be saved for post-wedding needs, or even we donate so that the blessings of our marriage. Not even if you follow the will of the Father, you will spend quite a lot of money, not cape to follow a tradition that is quite tiring," I reply, I'm just afraid that Aarav will feel too possessed by me for buying me at a fantastic price so that he can do whatever he wants. I was not calm with my fate ahead of me.
"You're calm there is Lyd, I won't go bankrupt just for marrying you," he said casually, his hand continuing to scoop up the soup in the bowl even this time the soup was almost gone. Which indicates that my employer does again like the processing of my hands.
"E.. how if to buy the handover that our Father asked us to use joint money. Let some of my savings. In order for Mas not to be too heavy," I said with a little hesitation, afraid that I would be considered to demean Aarav's abilities, but I also felt too bad when you asked for a sumptuous offering.
"Lyd, I can still afford to take care of it all. If you do have savings you just save for your needs, maybe there will be items that you want to buy, you can use it with your money. And as for marriage, I can still make my own money" replied my employer casually.
"Sorry, if you ask, you have to spend a lot of money for this wedding. I honestly don't feel good about you especially your family. Must be Mamih and Papi thinking we're matre."
"No, I try to understand the position of your Father, where your family in the village is quite a respected person, so naturally your Father asked like that, it is also so if you only marry KUA and very different from the marriage of your sisters, you will get julid again. Uda, while I can still say that you can do it, you just have to prepare everything."
After saying that, my employer returned to his room to prepare for work. I also as usual do cleaning and cleaning maid activities. I don't want to be the wife of the employer soon which means that I will rise to become the master, I don't want to forget who I really am. I was a maid who happened to rise to become an employer, but remember her first goal was to get Ms. Siska, my former employer's wife to escape no longer bothering Aarav.
The day continued to roll without feeling I was in Jakarta for almost a month, and also the wedding I just had to wait another week.
"Mas, you called earlier he said I was asked to go home to prepare for the wedding. Are you allowing it?" ask me carefully. I really enjoyed my job until I came home to prepare for the wedding.
"No need Mas, later he said he would pick me up, besides I can take the bus," I replied as I moved my hands, so that my employer would not take me.
"Just this, later Mamih driver who will take you home, do not take the bus let alone rely on Mr. pick up the hassle of having to return. Let the driver deliver one way." Again, if Aarav has made a choice then I can't do much.
I just nodded too. I know that my employer does not like if his speech is disputed so I resigned at the background of returning home with the driver.
"So when are you coming home?" ask again.
"Tomorrow Mas, maybe after Mas leaves for work, I'll be ready to go home, and I leave the security guard as usual."
"Ok, if that's what you're careful of, well," he said, continuing with dinner. Well, I know indeed that my employer can't love me yet, our marriage is only because there are interests of each. But I am not tired to pray that my master may love me sincerely. Our marriage also became a marriage that was diridhoi by the Universe and happy he ends.
"Thank you," I said, refocusing myself on my dinner.
I was lazy enough to go home, especially to meet my brothers and neighbors. I was lazy to listen to their insinuations. There will definitely be a shake from them, sure enough in the gunjingin, let alone wrong, single in ledekin continue let alone want to marry, with widows again. I don't know how thick my ears should be, so that I don't get bothered by their gossip.
Sometimes we need to pretend to be indifferent and indifferent to save our mentality. That's what I do, to keep me sane.