Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
9. The Little Prince
Nabilla did not know where else to look for a job. He also did not want to go home because Amran would definitely follow him there. Armed with his S2 diploma, Nabilla applied for several companies that rejected him because of his appearance that did not match what they needed.
"Sorry miss. Your GPA is very good. We want to hire you as long as you want to dress like a fashionable hijab-wearing girl. Can you?" ask the HRD when conducting an interview with Nabilla.
"Sorry Mister. I can't" Nabilla said firmly.
"There is only one way that you can do in this company" said Mr. Gunawan.
"What Master?"
"Do you want to be cleaning service?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't wear that uniform, right?"
"Oh yes, I forgot. Then apply to schools based on Islam. Maybe you will be accepted there," said Mr. Gunawan gave advice.
"Thank you for the advice. Then excuse me" said Nabilla.
"Be careful Miss!"
"Good Sir. Assalamualaikum!" Nabilla is out of the big company.
He walked down the street where some of the company buildings he attended were only concerned about his appearance, not his academic ability.
Nabilla eventually walked into the school area and stopped at an Islamic-based school. Nabilla chose a kindergarten school that became her final destination. He saw a boy arguing with his friends who were making fun of him.
"Pity you don't have a mother. Next month there will be a cooking competition at school, where you must be accompanied by your mother, you must be accompanied by a waiter," Aldi led on Arsen.
"Who said he didn't have a mother?" tegur Nabilla challenges three boys who are harassing Arsen.
"Aunty who's Arsen?" ask Aldi.
"Of course I'm Arsen's mom."
"Since when did Arsen's father marry again?" ask Rangga.
"Yesterday. Why do you want to know about grown-ups, huh?" nabilla's snapping made the three children run away in disarray.
"Come, baby!" Nabilla spread out her hands which were immediately greeted by Arsen. The little man was crying in Nabilla's arms." Thanks Aunt. Thankfully there was aunty. Otherwise, they must have been constantly teasing me" Arsen said with his head bowed.
"Do you have no mother?"
"My mother passed away two years ago, Auntie," Arsen said, making Nabilla feel full.
"Tante also has no mother and no father. Means Arsen still has it, dad?"
Arsen nodded. Soon, Arsen's car horn was heard, where the driver had picked him up. While the father does not want to go down and busy with his phone.
"Tante, it's dad's car. Aresen came home first. Thank you for helping Arsen become Arsen's mom. See you, Auntie. Assalamualaikum" said Arsen, waving his hand.
"Vaalaikumuslam. Careful baby!"
Nabilla goes inside the Arsenic school building to meet the principal. This time, Nabilla also could not get a job because the school did not need staff.
Nabilla returned to the mosque where she could shelter for a week. Nabilla was crying alone in the corner of the mosque. A middle-aged mother rebuked him." Sorry neng! does it seem like you never go home? is there a problem. Every day, I notice you just sit in the corner of the mosque and cry."
"I'm sorry Mom. I was sad because it was so hard to get a job. While I need a job to get on with life." 'Nabilla told me what she was going through this week to get a job.
"Is neng willing to do any work without relying on the hijasah?"
"You want Ma. As long as it's halal."
"Would she want to be a maid?"
"It's okay Mom, I just want to."
"alright. Incidentally, the mother's employer was looking for additional servants because the previous waiter was married and settled in the village. Now you can go with mom. I will introduce you to the mother's employer" said Ms. Tatik.
So big that the palace, until the maid lived behind the mansion was a pavilion. Because it is still five o'clock at dawn, the activities in the big house have not started. Ms. Tatik asked Nabilla to take a short break before meeting her employer.
"You slept in that bed a former servant. The sheets are new, so you can take a break. At eight o'clock in the morning, I will call you. You can't help anything here before getting permission from the owner of this house" said Mrs Tatik.
"Okay, I understand."
Nabilla broke her body. While Bu Tatik went straight to the main kitchen to prepare breakfast for his employer.
At about eight in the morning, the mansion looked deserted. Tatik's mother conveyed something to Irene about Nabilla." Call the girl here. Let me interview her myself" said Ms. Irene.
Not long ago, Nabilla was already sitting in front of Madame Irene." Are you sure you want to work as a maid here?"
"Yes, madam."
"What can you do for housework?"
"Cooking mistress."
"alright. Then you can cook for dinner later. The menu is already hanging in the kitchen. If it's not clear, just ask Mrs Tatik."
"Good mistress."
"I have three children. My first son is married but already has a widower status. He has a son. Called Arsen. My first son was stingy and his attitude was very rigid. My second son still lives abroad because he runs a company there and my third daughter is still in college but working on thesis work.
I'll introduce them to me at dinner. Do your job according to your field. Do not interfere with the work of other servants. You are a person who understands religion, so I don't have to teach you many rules in this house" said Ms. Irene.
"Good mistress."
"For your wages will be equated with other servants. Then, go back to your place. Do you know your resting place?"
"It's the Madam."
Nabilla returned to her room. He read all the rules in the mansion. Entering the afternoon after the Ashar prayer, Nabilla demonstrated her ability to cook dinner according to the menu requested by the employer.
At around seven in the evening, food is ready to be served and family members are ready to gather. Nabilla was very shocked when she saw Arsen's face as well as Arsen who wanted to greet her but was prevented by Nabilla by sticking her index finger on her lips. Spontan Arsen nodded obediently.
"Nabilla. Please serve my first son, Wira!"
"Good mistress."
Nabilla glanced at the little face of Wira who was not inferior to her husband. The frozen face was able to make Nabilla's heart stop beating.
Nabilla poured rice for the Wira and took the side dishes according to their respective orders. Now Nabilla turns to Arsen who teases her.
"Assalamualaikum mama!" arsen whispers made Nabilla smile.
"Waalaikumuslam young master."
Willa noticed the interaction of her son who had always been grim-faced suddenly cheerful in front of Nabilla.
"Why is my son suddenly being sweet to the new waiter?" inner Hero.
After serving the family members, Nabilla stood in line with the other servants.
"Nabilla."
"Yes, madam."
"From tomorrow, please teach my grandson Arsen to teach me. Arsenic! do you want to teach Nabilla, baby?" ask Miss Irene.
"Well to Oma. What else is taught is the same new mother Arsen," said Arsen enthusiastically make his father choke.
Uhuk..