Just a Servant
My story

I'm looking for Rara in the kitchen. But I don't see the shadow one bit.

"Mbok, see Rara?" I ended up on Mbok Darmi. Mbok Darmi is one of the elder servants here. He has been serving in this house since he was a child. Yes, you could say the playmates of the super big lady first, even though they are different castes.

The Darmi mbok family has worked in this family for generations, so even though the maid class, Mbok Darmi is quite respected, because it has become a family trust assistant.

As a form of gratitude to the family of Mr. Darmawan on mbok Darmi, the children mbok Darmi schooled up to college and finally they (his son mbok Darmi) was given a position in the company of Mr. Darmawan. Well, according to the story I heard...

Rara is the granddaughter of Mbok Darmi. He is currently in his third semester at a financial academy. Because of her busyness in college, she who indeed lives with mbok Darmi in this house, only occasionally helps with homework here. Sometimes help cook, sometimes help make the house. And because his nature only helps, he has no special responsibilities. Same with me....

Only difference, if Rara was not given the responsibility of homework because she was busy with college, another with me. I am not given any special responsibility, because I am indeed a new person who is "forced" to enter this house.

I do not have a basic task that I must do every day, because when I come, all the homework is already handled by myself. For three months I was only seconded there. seconded here. ☺

Em, you must be asking why there is a word "forced" I entered this house. Who is maksa? What makes me stay here is the circumstances. Gini....

More than three months ago (according to the story I heard), I had a severe traffic accident, which caused me to forget everything that had happened and I had this whole life. Cool term I got amnesia.

I don't know where my house is, who my family is, what my job is. Anyway I forgot everything. Can you imagine how confused and frustrated I am with such a dark life? You want to ask, who is it?

All I know is that I was the victim of a bus accident that fell into a ravine. Of the many victims, I was the only survivor. Although I have injuries, but the wounds on my body are not too severe. Yes, compared to other victims of course.

The bus exploded, burning away all the evidence I could have used to track down who I really was. Don't ask me how I'm the only survivor, I don't know.

A few days, a few weeks after the accident, I felt really frustrated. Wanting to remember who I am and where I'm from, it makes my head hurt instead of a bitch. Not to mention the immense sadness and loneliness, it was like squeezing this heart out. So hurt. For a long time I lived like a broken kite. Helpless can't fight where the wind takes me. Sepi itself in the middle of the vastness of space. I finally met Rara...

We met at the hospital where I was treated after the accident. At that time I was alone, confused about what I had to do to continue this life, suddenly accidentally hit by Rara who was in a hurry to go to the toilet.

"Sorry... " Said in passing, because after saying that, he immediately went into the toilet. At that time I was just stunned to see it pass after it hit me. But... Oh, how else? I had to chase him down the toilet too.

For some time I was sitting near the toilet holding a broomstick. Oh yeah, forgot to tell. In exchange for my hospital stay, and my meal expenses during my stay, I worked as a volunteer OB.

Yes, it is called difficult, because I cannot demand the salary that should be on the results of my work. I'm not an employee, and can't apply as an employee there. I thought, as long as I have a place to shelter and enough food. Don't think about fun or saving. As long as today can survive without begging I am already grateful.

While I was pensive, suddenly a voice greeted me...

"Sir, sorry about that... "

I looked half surprised. The woman who hit me came out of the toilet. I tried to smile.

"Oh, it's nothing. Ma'am and kebelet, huh?" Tanyaku.

"He uh... " Answer answered with a small laugh. "Hey, my name is Rara.. Who's name?" He said again, extending a hand to get acquainted.

"Lohs?! Why mom?" Rara asked when she saw me cringing in pain. Without being able to bear it, this story slid out of my mouth. About the accident that happened to me and the consequences. I saw the woman named Rara listening to my story attentively.

At that time I could talk and cry. All this time, even though it felt very sad, I tried to be stoic and firm. I will not allow these tears to fall. Because with the fall of tears, it will feel more miserable me. But, when someone asks, what's wrong with me? And he was so attentive listening to my story. My defense is destroyed. I told him while shedding tears.

Rara listened to my story and tried to understand my suffering without interrupting much. He even gave me his shoulder to hug and I was soaked with tears.

"Patience is the test of God. And God will not test His people beyond his means." Entertain Rara while caressing my back.

I nodded though still sobbing. Yeah, I know that. I've heard about it (when and where), but when I ran the test it felt like it was tough. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better if I died with the other victims? But...if you die? What can you do again?

Rara tried to cheer me up by telling me back about herself. He told me about his silliness that fancied the employer's son where his grandmother worked.

"... Bayangin. When I was cleaning her room, she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist. Forgive me! It was so cold I saw it at the time... " Rara's successful story made me laugh at the thought.

For some reason, in just a short time, we felt close. Various stories flowed from our mouths without awkwardness. Until his HP suddenly rang. Someone called him to tell him to come home soon.

"Mom, I'll go home first. I just came here for a little while, just wanted to get a prescription for my grandmother. Now I have to go home." Said

Too bad he has to go home. I felt like I was going to lose the friend I just had.

"Oh yes, thank you for listening to my story... " I said grimly. Eh, he smiled.

"Don't be sad if there's time, tomorrow I'll come back to see you... " Said. I smiled again, but now with a little hope. I'm glad to hear that I'm going to see you again.

"Yes, come. I must still be here... " I answered straightforwardly.

A few days later, I felt like I had a little bit of spirit. If I wake up in the morning, I hope Rara will come to visit. But some days I was disappointed. Until late afternoon, Rara did not come as I hoped. I started thinking, I'm just someone who accidentally met him. Why am I hoping too?

Yes, a lonely heartache.I just want to have a family. I deserted myself. A week later, Rara kept her promise. Not just that. Rara also turned out to have told my story to her employer, and asked permission to take me to work at her employer's house.

I was happy, the employer felt sympathy for my story, and allowed me to work in their home, even though they were worried because they knew nothing about me.

Why am I happy with the job offer as a maid there? Because if I work at home (Although only part of ART) I will meet the same people I can consider my family every day. Not like in this hospital, people come and go. It always makes me happy to be left behind. That very day, Rara took me to her master's house.

Here I was met with so many people who lived in one big house, complete with their respective positions. Here too I received the new name that the super great madam had chosen for me. "NURULS"

That's my name now. Madam gave me that name, in the hope that I would find light in my life, as well as be a light to the lives of others.

Aamiins.