Just a Servant
Mr. Bagas

Half in a hurry I arranged the blue napkin next to each plate provided at the large dining table. I usually only have six plates on that table. To the great lord Darmawan at the head of the table. The super-large mistress (He he he that's our nickname the servant, for the mother of Lord Darmawan) at the other end of the table.

Two plates for our two great mistresses (wife of Mr. Darmawan) on the left and right side of Mr. Darmawan. And two more plates for Mr. Darmawan's children who still live in this house. Miss Sabrina and young master Danu. But for these two usually if the lunch event is rarely in place. Just for breakfast and dinner alone is definitely (should be) there.

Young master Danu son of the first wife of Mr. Darmawan named Santi, his age around twenties. Still in college, I don't know what school. A handsome? Don't ask... He was one of our fantasy characters the servants to fantasize about. Yes, just fantasize, we servants know ourselves with our status, but there is no prohibition to fantasize, right?

Miss Sabrina is still in 12th grade school. The four brothers are already working. Continuing and developing the family business that has been pioneered by his father Mr. Darmawan. Two of them are said to be married, while the other two are not. But I don't know which ones are married and which ones aren't.

Today, two of Mr. Darmawan's children will come, therefore, I must increase the plate order for this lunch to nine.

"Which one is it, who wants to come today...?" I asked in my heart. Remembering that, I immediately turned to look at the large family photo displayed in the dining room.

Pictured, all members of the Darmawan master family lined up neatly, flanking a pair of seniors who still have high charisma. Who else if not a super big mistress with her husband.

I know, the photo is old print, because in the photo there is still a super big master, when he said the super big master had died more than five years ago. In the photo, Miss Sabrina is also small.it looks sweet with two ponytails with pink ribbons on her head.

"Ehem... " Deheman's voice from the direction of the door surprised me. At once I looked.

"Mrs... " Sapaku while looking down respectfully as I see Madame Yulia stepping in. I walked back over.

"Is everything ready?" Ask the madam while paying attention to the table order in front of her.

"Already madam... " I answered still looking down.

Yeah, that's the rule of this house. Servants are not allowed to look up if not ordered.

"All right.... Em, you're Nurul, right?" Ask madam. It seems so many servants in this house, making it difficult to remember the names of each waiter.

"Yes lady. " I answered still looking down.

"Let's go to Mr. Bagas' room, tell him it's time to eat. Just help him out here... " Mistress's orders.

"Eng... Mr. Bagas's room is next door lady... " I ventured to ask while raising my face while staring at the madam's face. Yes, this big house has many rooms too. I know whose room...

"Oh yeah, you don't know yet.that's, the room is at the left end near the pool..." Madam Yulia told.

"Well madam, excuse me... " I then stepped towards the room shown.

Actually, this house is huge. Maybe because there are many family members. Each child has their own room, although in fact, the four rooms are rarely inhabited because the owner chooses to live in their own house or apartment.

tok tok tok tok

"Master, master is asked to the dining room..." I said after knocking on the door.

"Come in! "

A voice sounded from within. With a slightly contorted forehead I pushed the door of the room.

"So the order told him to come in, right?" My mind hesitated a little.

Slowly I stepped in while looking for the person who had told me to come in.

Uh, is that him the guy was sitting on top ... eh, wheelchair? Why her? Is he sick?

"Okay Sir... " My mouth while walking closer.

"Can all these papers be stacked together, sir?" I asked to make sure, because from its position, it looks like these papers have been sorted out.

"That's the paper over there, you stack it up here. Then that one over there you stack yourself next to it.... " Reply, Mr. Bagas gave us a hint.

I then did as he requested.

"Look at you...?" Ask me when it's done.

"Ah, yes... Thanks...." Said Mr. Bagas after seeing the results of my work.

"Sama-sama sir. I'm sorry sir, but now the master is being waited in the dining room by the master's family... " I reminded.

"Oh yeah. Come on." Said.

Eh?! kok come? You mean he took me? Wanna what? I'm not the waitress who's gonna be serving at this lunch...

"Who? how come it's dumb?" The rebuke of Mr. Bagas surprised me a little. After saying that, he then turned his chair wheel towards the door.

"Bas stupid." My meaning to myself. In the heart of course. You mean Mr Bagas earlier must I be told to push the wheelchair, run out of it let alone? Time to take me to eat together? Not a very likely...

he he he

I unconsciously laughed at myself who was not clear.

I rushed over to Mr. Bagas, opened the door of his room wide and grabbed his wheelchair handle.

"Let's sir, let me help." I said.

"Thank you." Said.

Glad to hear that word. Thank ye. A simple word full of meaning, which we rarely hear. Yes, maybe because we are servants, it is our duty to serve. But if from the results of our work we get a thank you, we absolutely do not refuse.

We arrived at the dining room. All the seats provided are full, there are seats left for the empty Bagas master. Another master whom I did not know his name immediately rose up. He moved the existing dining chair and gave a place to master Bagas' wheelchair.

"Please, mas." Said.

I then pointed Mr. Bagas' wheelchair there.

"Thank you deck." Said Mr. Bagas.

Finished putting Mr. Bagas on the dining table, I then say goodbye to retreat.

"Excuse me, lady... " I said as I lowered my head and walked backwards towards the back door.

There is no lawfulness. Yes... What am I, the existence or absence of me is not something important right? For a moment I looked up at the table. Wanting to steal a look, what kind of new faces were sitting around the table.

There was a master who had helped move the chair. Maybe it's Mr. Bagas' brother. Then there was another woman sitting next to him, maybe it was his wife. Then last I looked at Mr. Bagas' face. I gasp. My face immediately I bowed again. Mr. Bagas was looking at me attentively. And that gaze of his instantly made my blood rustle and spurred my heartbeat to work faster.

O mother! I had an impromptu heart attack... ? 🥴