Special Maid For Om Duda
Call Me Mas!!

"You don't worry, I won't mess around. Anyway, I may have messed with my maid. I did this only out of fear that Siska would know that what we were doing was a lie" said my employer, which left me again shocked. It was as if the man who was currently standing next to me knew that I was currently afraid that he would do anything. Moreover, as long as he was a widower, I honestly felt fear that he would harass me.

"E... Then I go in first Sir, and I will work after tidying up my clothes," I replied so that we do not engage in chat continues, somehow being next to Aarav constantly I felt that my heart was working abnormally. Rumbled erratically.

"Eh wait for Lyd." Aarav is holding me back. I, who was holding the door handle, asked her, and turned back, bringing back the best smile. Ah, even though it was very difficult because I already wanted to take a break for a while.

"Sir, how can I help you?" ask me kindly.

"For a call please don't pick up Mr, or Den well, I'm not comfortable," he said, making both my eyes seem to be coming out.

"Then if not Mr or Den, what should I call you?" Shocked for sure, there is no rain, no storm suddenly talking about the issue of pangilan.

"You call me Mas! I'm afraid that later you're in a rut and Siska will know the real relationship that's going on between us" explained my employer. Again and again I was shocked.

Why do I feel like I'm getting into an increasingly complicated relationship. I was silent for a moment, unable to answer what my master said.

"It does not have to be slow, it will also get used to it" interrupted my master who seemed to have a sixth sense that is reading people's minds.

On the one hand I did want to get married, and there would be one man who could accept me with my few advantages and so many shortcomings. However, it is not a pretend marriage like the one I am currently in.

"Can't you call me Mas?" he asked again, after I had been flirting with my surprise for a long time.

"No, not that I don't want to get used to calling you Mas as you said just now, Sir, but it feels like I'm too ignorant of myself,when the other housekeepers call you Aden and Mister, I call you Mas. Not yet I'm not good with Nyonyah Misel who later thinks that we really have anything to do," said I try to explain the reason I was hard to call my employer with the name Mas.

Haha... My employer laughed crisply, giving me goosebumps. Maybe he's stuck.

"Lydia, Mamih won't take care of your call to me or Mas or darling he won't be a problem. After all my parents are not the type to curb, if I do have a relationship with the maid even though Mamih will not forbid, so you should not feel bad which one else." My employer keeps convincing me that Mas's call won't get him in trouble.

I glanced at the clock in my hand that pointed at Adhan in a moment. "Alright Sir, I will get used to calling you with the call of Mas," I replied resignedly, in the meantime magrib, I have to worship first, I have to worship first, if you continue to argue about the call later even until tomorrow is not finished.

"Well, I like it."

"Alright, then I go in first Sir. Uh I mean Mas." I immediately changed my call when Aarav's eyes bulged. Glared at me.

"Well come in I will also rest" said Aarav with his lips on his back as if he was very happy. While I opened the door of the child's room of my master with a confused feeling.

The first impression into the room that will later become my resting place is comfortable, spacious and for the child's room my employer precisely the condition is far different from the previous rooms. This kid's room is pretty neat and clean. I became curious, my employer's son is in foster care by his ex-wife? But if nurtured by Sister Siska why did not come, and also from the chat that I heard earlier not the slightest mention of children. Not that people who have separated will usually use children to threaten a partner to refer. Because some say for the sake of children's happiness, parents are willing to sacrifice.

Ah, I dismissed that thought, why did I think of my master's son. Slowly I will be able to find out about it.

I put my clothes in one of the small cabinets, because I carry not enough clothes. After tidying up my clothes I walked towards the window, where this room was on the second floor. While waiting for the call of the Adhan, I was alone, looking straight out the window, quite a beautiful view, even though from my sense of sight only the roofs of luxury houses and tall buildings that I caught, he said, very different when I was in the village, the green expanse of rice fields and also the plantation owned by the Father became a soothing sight to the eye.

Well, the house of the Father is indeed a luxurious sanga (Meped rice field) Father deliberately took the concept as it is, because of the sound of the high-rise, frogs at night and flickering fireflies said Mr. Bapak was able to treat the stress of being the village head. And I can feel that too.

Long enough I stand behind the window waiting for the coming of dusk, and hope this afternoon the sun gives beauty in the twilight, a yellowish tinge of light makes the horizon more beautiful with its charm. I crave that beauty.

Things I often do when in the village, and now I want to see from a different place, namely the city of Jakarta. Will the twilight light from the city of Jakarta be just as beautiful as in the hometown.

Ah, discussing my hometown so remember the Father, and Mother. Although I always exchange news with them, but it is different when looking directly at where they are people who often give advice about life.

When talking about Mom and Dad, it's not fair not to talk about my three sisters. They still did not ask me, I did the same thing not to ask them, rather than to ask the news, but getting a bad word at hearing better I shut up and enjoy my new life. What matters is that my relationship with my parents is fine. Should they open up those who ask me first?

From behind the slow window of my five senses watched the tinge of maturity that appeared, it turned out that dusk in the Capital was no less beautiful than in the village, I stared full of longing, I looked up, from dusk I learned that no beauty is everlasting, and from dusk also taught me a sincerity, twilight comes by giving light and bright hope and then momentarily it disappears again into the contest.

Now the sun was slowly slipping towards the contest, and the beautiful golden luster slowly changed with the darkness. Not long ago I heard I looked at the Adhan, as a call for Muslims to fulfill their obligations.

I go to the bathroom and clean myself and wash. In this room I spread out my prayer mat, returned to complain with Robku, asked for the best reference for my life, and asked for protection from any anger he might have on me. I did not escape the sky for all my requests. Although I was a little tired when I said the prayer of a mate, but I again remembered no prayer that returned without an answer. I hope my do'a will come back with the answer I've been waiting for.

"This is the beginning of my journey, I must be ready for everything that may come to my head."