Just a Servant
The arrival of Mrs Santi.

Before I met Sulis n' friends in the back room. The plan after I finished the bath was to continue the work in master's room. But after meeting Sulis, I forgot. After that, once out of the room, I was directly 'dragged' to the backyard.

We practiced the dance moves of the song 'Mendung tanpo Udan' which again hits it several times, while laughing. Incidentally, this afternoon and evening is not our duty to serve the scouts. So no one was looking to tell us.

You must be thinking, is it that our lives are as relaxed as servants in this house? Yes it is so. Perhaps so many servants in this house, allowing everyone to only be responsible for their special work. In this house there is no working term rodi, which requires us to work from the morning blind until the sun goes down. We simply do our respective tasks and help comrades if you want. 😅 Hence, we just feel at home working here. Do you think there is such a boss? Yes, the proof is yes, our boss...

Just don't ask how much we are. If you look at the nominal and compared to the wages of others who are professional.. (cool ya language) 😅 Our wages are small. But don't ask about the loyalty of the servants in this house... It is certain, they (at least the seniors) dare to install a body to defend their boss. You could say, my employer is like having its own citizens in a community. If my employer had been voting for the village chief (for example) it could be believed that my employer had already held half the quota.

What makes it uncomfortable is the haughty attitude of the senior servants... But yes, it is natural that. his name is senior 😂... uh, is not. That is, they are the ones who coordinate our work. The bosses will not rebuke the chef if something goes wrong with their food. But they'll reprimand the head of the kitchen for it. Therefore, you do not have to imagine how big the heads of the seniors were when on duty. Not to float leaving their bodies alone is good.

Back to our activities make a video tik tok... Finally, after several trials, we were able to upload a short video of our dance. Just information.... why do I want to follow up to make a video tik tok...?

Actually it was Rara's idea.he thought, maybe if there are people out there who are family, relatives, friends, or people who have known me, see the video, see the video, they could recognize me and come looking for me, but in fact, until a few months had passed. No one is looking for me if there is not because they know me, but because they want to ask a date... ⁇ ️

Plans to chat with Rara were also canceled. It turns out that Rara has a campus assignment that must be completed with her friends, so that night she stayed at her boarding house. And finally, I went through that night full of 'independence' .

I went to bed early accidentally, his intention was to read Mataram's bende book which had been neglected for a few days... I have missed following the journey of Sangaji who was made dizzy by his teachers. But just read some sheets I even overslept.

The next day, I woke up at about the same time as usual, doing the usual work as well, while waiting for the time to come in and do my work in Mr. Bagas' room.

But... Where is Mr Bagas?

I found the room was still the same as when I lived yesterday. The pile of paper on the table did not change either. Especially mattress. There is no sign of being fucked. Everything is still neat.

"Didn't Mr Bagas go home?" I asked in my heart. "Where's he sleeping?" Ask myself again. But a second later I patted my own head.

"Why do I get so into this. mo sleep where the cake is his business, why should I bother. Before this, he did not live here... " I'm talking to myself again.

I started a routine of cleaning in the room. Before continuing my work yesterday, I also took the time to eat. I don't want to feel hungry like yesterday.

I talked and joked with my friends at the dinner table. But repeatedly I remind myself not to get carried away by their chatter. Therefore, after eating, I immediately returned to Mr. Bagas' room and started to turn on the computer.

A few minutes passed without feeling. I was so focused on my job that I knew it was about lunchtime. I stretch the body that began to feel stiff because it has been sitting continuously in front of the computer.

I just got out of my chair when I heard the door being knocked and opened from the outside. I walked over to see who was coming.

I saw a waiter standing with a box of thick cardboard in his lean.

"Yeah....?" My greeting to the waiter was a second later I saw another figure standing not far behind the servant. Lady Santi.

"Lohs... Madam...!" I said surprised. Instantly I nodded my head in disdain and lowered my head towards the madam. I felt like I was being abused by the ruler of this house. "It was a good thing I didn't make any macaques in the room... " I thought.

"What are you doing?" Ask the madam in a flat tone. But still make my heart sting.

"I'm continuing the data input that Mr. Bagas ordered yesterday, madam... " I'm honest.

"Can enter? " Ask the madam.

"Oh, of course, madam... " A moment I pulled over gave way to the madam and her personal servant to enter. I followed them a few steps behind.

"Put it there... " Say the madam to the servant.

"Good mistress. " Answer answered the servant and immediately approached and placed the box on the bed. I was just watching the movements of the waiter who was so careful to put the box down, like he was afraid that it would break.

"Now you tell Miss Supami that the box has been handed over... " Say mistress again who was also answered by the same answer.

"Good mistress... "

After which, the waiter nodded and stepped out of the room.

I pulled over again, as he passed in front of me. For a moment our eyes met each other. There was a look of seniority from his eyes. I can only nod in his honor. He is seen lifting his chin and walking away. I could only stare at him with the corners of his lips slightly drawn upwards.

Yes. yes. I know, even though both the 'rank' servants are taller than me...☺

"Ehem... " Sounds Deheman from behind me. Instantly I turned around and faced Madam Santi with my head lowered.

"Sorry madam... Is there anything I can do for madam...?" ask me with a little bit of fret. How not to try... The madam told her personal servant to leave to leave her here with me. I'm sure there's something important that the lady will say'.

The lady did not answer. He stared around the room, as if looking for a spot to comment. I'm grateful because other than the cleanliness issue, everything in this room is not my work. So the lady can't complain about that.

"Sit down...!" His order.

I walked over and sat on the floor in front of him, (How dare I sit on the chair in front of this mistress.).

"How long have you been living here?" Ask madam.

For a moment I counted.

"About four or five months, ma'am..." My answer.

"Hows it? Do you feel like you live here?" Ask the lady again.

"Batah mistress... "

"What makes you feel at home?"

"I feel like I have a family here, madam. Madam's family and friends have been kind enough to accommodate me whose status is not clear.... Thank you very much, madam... " Say me while bowing deeply.

"Are you happy working for my son?" Madame Santi asked later, making my forehead slightly wrinkled. Does this question have the same purpose as the question posed by Miss Supami?

"Yes madam... " I answered straightforwardly.

"Are you going to serve him even if my son is not well?" Ask the lady again.

"Yes madam... "

"Why?"

Wh why? Should it be questioned? I'm just a waiter. No matter what my boss's condition, it can't make me have the choice to refuse, can it? Unless I want to get out of this house...

"There's no excuse, madam... I'm just trying to do what's best for this family." Reply finally.

"If you don't become a servant here..What will you do?" This mistress' question instantly made me look up.

"Is the madam about to fire me?" Asking me worried.

"No... " The madam replied with a smile as she looked at the worry on my face.

"Ah, thank goodness... " My words were softened with the leg, A second our views met. I saw the eyes of the mistress who looked shady, before I realized that I had done something presumptuous and immediately lowered my gaze.

"Sorry lady... " I said softly as I bowed back. I stole a quick glance. I saw the little smiling madam understand.

"That's it..." Said. I'm speechless. There was relief for one problem but my worries that had not disappeared. What's the madam looking for me?

"Nurain... I want you to serve my son... Do you want to?" Madam asked at once.

"Sendiko mistress... " Answer me.

"Okay, thanks for your willingness. Now, you're ready.mom's gonna take you to meet someone.Wear the clothes in that box..." Madam's orders. I nodded obediently.

After which, the madam got up from her seat and stepped out of the room.

"You just use the bathroom in this room... When you're done, go straight ahead. Mom's waiting there... " Say the madam again before passing through the doorway.

"Good mistress..."

The madam passed by. I was still standing looking at her, at the door until the madam's body disappeared behind the door of the main house.

As for the invisible madam, I immediately rushed to the box. I'm curious about the contents...

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