All Chapters of Mrs. Maid: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"So you are a widow?! How many children do you have? You are 39 years old. Your appearance is also clean. I like it," said the Old Madame who sat on the sofa. She held my application letter that contained complete files about me. The only last diploma degree that I did not attach to it. It is too high applies to be a maid, it might be rejected after. She is around 75 years old, looks very rich and classy. Silk dresses, sparkling jewelry and bun hair showed her class. Before I got into her room, I was interviewed by her secretary and taught how to behave. They are looking for a maid for their eldest son's house. Online job vacancies with salary offers above standard income brought me here. Now the final interview that determines whether accepted or not. She said that this process had been going for three months and none applicants went through. "Yes, Ma’am. I am a single parent with one child. My child is now living with his grandmother in the village. He's already big enough,

"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

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

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

"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