Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports.
"Sorry Ms. Anita, there's a lot of work. Am I there alone?"
"Yes Ma’am you are who responsible with all. There is Pak Maman as a driver and Bik Inah as his wife who will help. There are three security guards, I have arranged the schedule, you can rearrange later. ”, Anita explained.
"This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to. Do you have any questions ma’am?"
She put a thick book on my lap. Rich people, looking for maid like this. No wonder they can't get employees for months. Just being trained is scary.
"Miss Anita, I want to ask you something, where is Mr. Kusuma's wife? Is she busy too?" I asked her surprised, because all the job desc seemed to be a wife's job, not a maid's job. Moreover, there is also Bik Inah there.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mr. Kusuma is a widower. His wife died when Amelia was 5 years old. There is another special assignment also, which is to pay attention to Miss Amelia. She is already a teenager, Great Madame ordered to take care of her needs. Are you ready, ma'am?" Anita said, confirming my seriousness.
"Yes I am ready."
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The car has entered the house which has a high gate, barely visible by people standing from outside. Classic Roman design house, looks luxurious with expensive accessories here and there. Ancient jars, crystal chandeliers and decorative sculptures that I know are expensive.
"Come on in, Miss Rani. It's still quiet at home. Amelia has full day school, Mr. Kusuma is at the office until late in the afternoon, so only Bik Inah is at home."
"In this big house, are they just two alone? But Bik Inah lives here, right?"
"Bik Inah and Pak Maman are husband and wife, they live separately in the back of this house. This is your room, and this is Amelia's room, at the end near the garden of Mr. Kusuma's office room. Mr. Kusuma's room is upstairs."
My room quite big, air conditioned and had a bathtub in it. Very comfortable. It's too luxurious for a maid's room. It is located adjacent to a room a miss of this house. Because of the special job, I had to get close to her.
Anita took me around the house. This two-storey house is very spacious and luxurious. I have to remember it clearly, for fear of getting lost. After she introduced me to Bik Inah and Pak Maman, we went to the room near the kitchen.
"Thi s is your work space Mrs. Rani. The files are all on the computer. The doc files are also in this folder. Sorry it's a bit messy, I didn't have time to tidy it up because I had to go back and forth to the Great Madame house," explained Anita at length.
This room is like an office. There is a desk station with a computer on it. Several folders are on the shelves neatly lined up. I'm a maid, but how come it's like an office job. A maid who has a desk workspace.
‘The important thing, the salary is quite big!’ My smile widens.
"Miss Rani, I have explained everything. Please find out for yourself. This is a cell phone for work, and there is a safe for cash and this is the ATM card. Balances can be checked on internet banking or mobile banking, the data is here. Is there any question Ma’am?"
"I understand. Yes, I can," I replied, nodding firmly.
My experience as a restaurant manager, managing the finances of my ex-hubby company, and of course as a housewife, I'm sure I can do it.
"That's fine then. You have one week to ask me questions. I'm going on leave to get married," said Anita, blushing. She is still young, around 25 years old, it's great that she can take care of the great madame house and Mr. Kusuma's house even temporarily.
"So, all the needs of this house are becoming your responsibility Mrs. Rani, including taking care of all the needs of Mr. and Ms. Amelia, I have detailed and explained it in the file earlier. If there is no question, I'll excuse you to go back."
Anita nodded and excused me to go back politely. I'm left here alone, Bik Inah is still behind washing clothes and Pak Maman tidying up the garden in front.
I returned to my desk to learn the files on the computer. There was Rp. 8,659,000 in cash, and a balance in the account of Rp. 35,879,453. Then I checked it with the previous report. So, I have to manage everything for household purposes. No wonder, the Great Madame said that you have to be honest because of this. Folder by folder I read and understood correctly. Ah, this is Hard work for a maid, and deserves high salary.
Already in the afternoon, with the help from Bik Inah I prepared food. According to the menu schedule: rendang, chicken opor, and cah kangkung. The menu already has a recipe to follow, I just modified it a little. Rendang is added with coconut flour, so it tastes savoury and drier.
Looks like all the side dishes are heavy. I checked in the fridge, there is sea fish, I think it's nice when I make grilled pepes -steamed fish with banana leaf and grilled-. I have my own recipe, sweet, sour and a little spicy, it tastes fresh. I tried to make this; I hope they like it.
And, waiting for Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia to come home.
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"Bik Inah, please try it. It's tasty, isn't it?" I opened a pack of Pepes to try. After grilled for a while, the smell of pepes tastes good"Heem, delicious ma'am. It tastes fresh, and doesn't have a fishy taste. It's delicious. I'll just try a little of this, okay? I will take it back for Pak Maman. He likes this," she said, showing a thumbs up. Then, she hurriedly tidied up the pepes and set it aside."I'll take a shower first, OK? Mr and Miss, is it still a long time?. Please take care of it for a while, OK?" I tidied up the kitchen utensils and Bik Inah continued to wash the kitchen utensils. She takes care of the dishes.*I felt the aches in my body disappear and my mind, which was full of memories of the files earlier, feels lighter.Hmmm ... it's quite tiring too.I wore a turquoise shirt paired with a three-quarter skirt in dark green. Hair in a neat bun and light makeup. Anita told me that I must always look neat and clean.I checked my phone, maybe someone is calling. One in
It was getting late and lonely. Bik Inah and Pak Maman returned to their house. It's just the security guard at the front. After eating, Amelia went straight back to her room, she said she had a lot of school work to do. This big house looks very lonely. I walked around the house, getting to know all the corners. Its Big responsibility, whatever it is, whatever happens it is my responsibility. Moreover, Mr. Kusuma is rarely at home, it has not even arrived at this time. Pity Amelia, she looked happy to see my arrival. "Amelia has been waiting for your arrival, Mrs. Rani. That's why she is so happy. She doesn't have anyone to talk to. When she talks, I often don’t know what she talks about. I don’t understand what she's talking about," said Bik Inah this afternoon. From the top floor, half of the top floor is open space. There is a fitness room and garden on the rooftop, inside a variety of equipment available, but rarely used. The garden above has a terrace where there are long chai
Bram, for a man named Bramantya Atmaja. He is my ex-husband. We were together from our college days, and made it official after getting our graduation. In my eyes, he's a special person. With a tall stature, a well body, although not too big, and slightly dark skin, it made him look cool at that time. He majored in Civil Engineering while I majored in Diploma Interior Design, was the perfect match. Had a knowledge and determination, we started to open a business in Bali. It's a place we've always dreamed of. We can work and vacation every day. Sweet dreams for a new couple. Gradually but surely, our business began to grow. The happiness at that time was complete with the birth of my son, Wisnu Atmaja. The hope of being a wise boy is implied there. Initially, our efforts still had no satisfactory income, to help financially I worked as a restaurant manager in this tourism centre. My experience in organizing really helped me. My career took off rapidly, within two years I had become th
Kriiing .... Kriiing ....The alarm clock rings.At 4 AM in the morning, when we were in the village we were awakened by the dawn call to prayer. Won't it be the same here.I immediately took a shower and got ready for the morning prayer. Yesterday Amelia asked to bring lunch to school. Ordered chicken on the menu, but not Kentucky chicken.Last night, I cooked galangal chicken. The chicken is seasoned and the galangal is grated. I made more seasoned chicken stew. So it fast to serve it, just fry it. Fried until dry, it's good eaten with white rice.This menu is Wisnu's favorite. If we cook this, the rice in the jar will be finished by him quickly. I smile when I remember that memories . How to eat at the boarding house? He has been studying at a state university in Malang for six months."Mama, don't worry. Wishnu is in the dormitory, I have lots of friends. I can arrange my meal. Don't worry, OK?" He calmed me down when I asked about his diet habit. He lives in a dormitory inside th
We are busy all day.An suddenly order of galangal chicken was immediately executed on that day. Pak. Maman until Security guys, was given the job of peeling galangal and other spices. Bik Inah grated the galangal. They cheered up in exchange for galangal chicken rice boxes."We can accept orders for rice box next time" said Bik Inah, laughing. I smiled at this busyness. This is a real tragedy!I bought equipment for rice boxes. Must be the good one, not to embarrass. I remembered if we wanted to have celebration in the village. And don't forget, in the afternoon, food packed for lunch for Mr. Kusuma. If I forget, he will scold me again. I prepare it in a special food pack, so the food stays warm when it arrives. There was already someone from the office who took it. For tomorrow, I fried the galangal serundeng first(roasted grated coconut), and stored in an airtight pack. and, just fry the chicken and cook white rice.Done!Tring .. tring … tring...Cell phone rangs. There was a
I’m so tired!After changing into pajamas, my body feels free. I rubbed my feet with medicated oil to relieve the aches. Cause age factor, walking a bit in the mall made me feel so tired. As usual before going to bed, I read my favorite story on the app. Thank God, I can rest early.Knock...knock...knock....There's a knock on my door, who is it? Is that Bik Inah. I opened the door, it was Amelia with a pitiful smile showing, she brought a bolster."What is it, honey?""Auntie, I'm sleeping here. Please," she pleaded with a pitiful look. This child is adorable, very spoiled."Yes, you can. But tomorrow you have to get up early!""Okay!"She immediately burst in and lay down hugging the bolster she had brought. She is so adorable. How were the days when I haven’t come? She must be so lonely."Want to straight to sleep? Or do you want to eat something?" I said while rubs her hair. She answered with a shake of his head."Yeah, just sleep."I lay beside her immediately."Aunt .... ""Hmm.
"Daddy, I love this one," my daughter Amelia said. She thrust the application into my hand.We have been looking for maid to take care of household needs for months. Hundreds of applications entered online, many were interested because of the large salary offered. Anita is Mom's employee, who sorts them out and there are fifteen candidates left. That pile of files has been on my desk for a week without me having chance to touch it. I don't have time.Actually, what I'm looking for isn't just a housekeeper. However, be a friend to my daughter, Amelia. At her unstable age, she needs someone who can accompany her. As her father, I don't have time and don't understand needs of the girls on her age. Often she stresses me out without me knowing what to do. It was my mother who finally intervened."Daddy! Look at it please. I want to have a friend here quickly," she whined spoiledly. It is her habit if there is something she wants it she will curl in my arms. And will not release it before
Almost two weeks, I have been working here. Bit by bit I start to understand the Character of Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia.I changed a bit spatial arrangement of the house So,it looked beautiful and more comfortable, of course with Mr. Kusuma's permission. He freed me to arrange what I want.I renovate inside of the house first. Inside at the front of main door, I put a console table as a foyer on top of it I put large pot for green leaves and tuberose flowers. So when we enter the house, we see views of green leaves and the smell of fragrant flowers. Hoping the negative aura from outside go away.In the inner room, I also put some live flowers at several points that I took from the back garden. Fresh and cozy feel, Pak Maman and security guard helped me.I also gave Mr. Kusuma's office a little touch. Every day I arrange small heliconia flowers that grow abundance in the back garden. Yellow and green accents can unravel cluttered thoughts. Perfect for this room.I tidy up the files
My day is getting busier. Pre historic's draft response was unexpected.Not only from buyers, but also received appreciation from furniture business organizations in this country. This design was awarded The Best Furniture Design this year.More and more galleries are visiting. Moreover, this product is published in their monthly tabloid which is spread all over the world. We didn't think this would happen either.Moreover, there are reviews from customers who turn out to be world-renowned designers. In fact, I didn't even know he that I met and bought a gallery display had such a big impact and on his recommendation, many new customers.Email with full of order requests, from asking to join the project or just fill in a private house. We are completely overwhelmed.Luckily there is Aitu who is always ready, Assisted by the production in Jogjakarta and Klaten. Aitu looks really excited. Even though he often has a serious and tense expression on his face, he rarely smiles, let alone la
"Mom... I miss my sister." I heard Amelia's voice as she snuggled into my arms.Her habit, barging into the room and immediately scattered between us. Especially sinceshe found out that she will soon have a younger sibling. Not infrequently she stroked my distended stomach while telling me about school events. The funny thing is, she talked about a lot of school work to a fierce teacher."Dear Amelia, later your sister will be afraid to go to school, you know. That story is scary," I said, laughing. She raised her head frowned, then returned to talk to my stomach. She stroked it gently."Don't worry little sister. Later Sis Amelia will take care of you at school. Accompany you to study, eat and play..." She paused for a moment then looked up again. "Mom, from now on, don't just call me Amelia. But add to being Amelia's sister, okay? I am already a sister.""Okay, Sister Amelia," I said in a small voice, talking about the baby in my stomach. I hugged her tightly and stroked her fragran
Instantly my eyes widened, and my smile widened perfectly."Dear My God!"Wisnu, still carrying his rucksack, had just entered the side yard of the gallery. In the parking lot, we can still see the travel car that drove him.My son is already looking grown up. His face is like a duplicate of Mas Bram, my ex-husband. Only his light skin inherited from me.I stretched out my arms to welcome him. He ran to me and hugged me."Kak Wisnu, why didn't you tell Mom when you were going home?" I asked after kissing both cheeks. he used to be chubby-cheeked, now her face is gaunt. Is he eating less?"On purpose, Wanted to surprise mommy."Then approached Mas Suma to kiss the hand Likewise, Amelia immediately snuggled spoiled in his arms. We ate together, told stories about Amelia's school, Wisnu's campus and lastly Mas Suma bragged about what I had achieved in this gallery.I smiled proudly. As a wife, happiness is priceless when the husband is proud of himself."Is it true that you have one week
“ I thought, Suma is normal or not," he said, looking at me and laughing. "Abah is joking. I'm normal, ABah. This is the proof, Abah will soon have grandchildren," said Mas Suma. "Alhamdulillah. That's called fortune. You must be grateful, as soon as possible to get a mandate from HIM. Sorry, when you’re wedding, Abah could not come. At that time, it coincided with Abah's umrah schedule," he explained. We talk about anything, Especially about life. Mas Suma is right, he is a wise man. It can be seen from the lectures about life that were conveyed to us. Then we toured the factory. I'm not allowed to enter the warehouse, said Abah in a very loud voice, sorry for the fetus in my stomach. Accompanied by Pak Salim, I took a walk in the back garden while waiting for Mas Suma. The land behind is very wide. Lots of piles of wood waste there. Some have large blocks piled up eaten by termites. Mr Salim! This wood is not used?" I asked pointing to a leftover log measuring about forty centi
We have been busy for one week with guests coming, Aitu works so hard, in one day countless times up and down the stairs. Even cafe employees are seconded to accompany gallery guests.Apparently this is because exclusive coverage about this gallery has been published. Not infrequently they want to meet me and ask for a photo together. I feel like an impromptu artist. It's funny something new in my age.Mas Suma kept reminding me not to go up to the top floor, Moreover, forcing myself that causes my body to be tired."Rani, remember that you have our baby in your belly! If you are stubborn, it's better not to go to the gallery!" he said during a video call with me.At that time, I immediately cried, Mas Suma looked confused by my exaggerated reaction.He also ordered Aitu to watch over me. Every lunch hour, must come to the gallery to check on me. Like right now.I, who had finished the new design, was surprised by its arrival. He came two hours early. In fact, according to the schedu
"How are you feeling right now?" asked Mas Suma.Now we are at the Club 21 restaurant located on the outskirts of town, The club that was founded by Mas Suma's school friends, numbering twenty one people. They are the majority of entrepreneurs who want a special place, where they can let go of the attributes that are in them. Being a leader or a public figure makes them feel tired, and this is where it belongs."How do I feel? It's extraordinary. There is a feeling that this heart has been separated from me. This feeling has started to grow since the beginning of the construction of the building and it has become more and more crowded. Now, that feeling is broken, separated and destroyed!" I said while taking a deep breath.Mas Suma stood up from his seat and approached my seat. He rubbed my shoulder and said, "Rani, how heavy is that?""It's very hard, Mas. The feeling of worrying that I will fail and not make Mas Suma proud. The gallery is my responsibility and hope. If I fail, it w
This is first time, a Kusuma-Big Boss opened the gate, Usually the security guard does it.I stared at him from the gallery terrace. The door opened by itself after he unlocked it.The door opened slowly, showing several people lined up behind the gate. There was Aitu and another employee there. Aitu, Mas Suma's trusted employee who was appointed to help me.Maybe they had come earlier, the proof is that Mas Suma opened the lock and they immediately opened it from the outside.It turned out that I wasn't the only one who was diligent on the first day. Luckily, Mas Suma set an alarm, otherwise they could dry up outside the fence. I smiled remembering our silliness earlier."Good morning Miss Rani!" they said taking turns nodding at me.They went straight to their posts. Gardener, sweep the yard and trim the leaves that look old. The Cafe section is busy preparing food and beverage ingredients. Aitu went back and forth checking the gallery and ended up in the office tidying up administr
I looked up at the towering building in front of me. This building is a wedding dowry, this is a monument to our love. The story between Maharani and Kusuma is imprinted here.He is a husband who understands me. Starting from my intention to make him proud, I received an international award. Maybe on that base, Mas Suma gave me the opportunity to work by giving me a dowry for a gallery unit complete with employees and all operations.Maharani Gallery and Cafe, the name is carved beautifully on a large rock. The gold color contrasts with the black of the river stone. Water gushes between these boulders, falling in a pool full of rocks and green plants beside it. Colorful fish running through the gurgling of spilled water."Are you happy Honey?" said Mas Suma, hugging me from behind. I deliberately asked to be delivered early in the morning, before the employees came. It's the first day of the gallery. I want to be satisfied enjoying just the two of us with Mas Suma, my husband.His han
"Mas Bram, live happily. Our story is the most beautiful part we have. And now it's over. Let go of the shadows of your mistakes. We have forgiven you. Be happy with Wulan and the children," I said trying to give understanding.My words were not comforting, instead they made Mas Bram cry even more. Dropped from his seat, his knees fell to the floor. He sat down and wept uncontrollably in front of us."Mas Bram!" I shouted.Wisnu immediately stood up and ran closer to his father. He immediately sat hugging Mas Bram. Son and father cry together.My chest suddenly tightened. This heart hurts again. Farewells always leave scars Not only us as parents even children will be scratched in their hearts.My tears rolled down uncontrollably. I was drawn to another world where there were only the three of us. And, we were nervous together there."I'm sorry! I was wrong! Forgive me Rani, Wisnu!" he said hugging Wisnu tightly."My son, every night I always think of you. Daddy is crying, can't imagi