Just a Servant
New Tasks

"Mbok, see Rara? " Tanyaku to mbok Darmi.

"Rara's gone to college...What's wrong?" Ask Mbok Darmi back while looking at me.

The term ndhuk that mbok Darmi uses to call me is actually just a common name that people commonly use to call /call a girl, or call a girl, but hearing the name ndhuk from the mouth mbok Darmi made me like called by my own grandmother, feel sincere and loving.

"There's nothing, mbok. I don't think he's gone to college... " My heart. First I want to tell you about Mr. Bagas to Rara. All want to ask, what has happened to him, to have to use a wheelchair to move.

"I. mbok..." Call me to doubt. I immediately sat next to Mbok Darmi and followed sorting and choosing clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes had the bosses.

"What?" Ask Mbok Darmi while slightly inching to give me a place nearby.

"That's. I was told by Lady Yulia to call Mr. Bagas to eat..." I said. I felt, Darmi's eyes immediately looked at me, but I pretended not to know and continued to fold the clothes.

"Hemm then?" Ask Mbok Darmi while continuing his work. Still pretending to be indifferent, I continued my work.

"... That's... What happened to Mr Bagas? Why did he have to use a wheelchair?" I asked in passing.

For a moment I heard a heavy sigh from mbok Darmi. Secretly I steal see, mbok Darmi face looks sad, maybe he is empathizing with the thing that has happened to his young master.

"Young master was hit by an accident... " Answer to Darmi at last.

"Yes, bok? Same with me then, right?" I said spontaneously while staring at Mbok Darmi.

"Emmm yeah like that... " Said.

"But it's still a good thing Mr. Bagas didn't lose his memory... He still has a family that can take care of him.... " Say me again.

"Emmm, yeah, maybe so... " Sahut mbok Darmi. The words mbok Darmi actually seemed ambiguous to me. How come? Yeah, he must be lucky. He still has a good memory, he also has a very good family, who wants to take care of him and a place to share his difficulties. If it's like me...? It's like a chick lost a brood. Don't know how or where to find a shelter...

"Ndhuk, this is a folded clothing please bring it to mbak Yuni, let it be ironed immediately. If not wrong black skirt it will be worn non Sabrina on Thursday... " Darmi's mbok order, preventing me from remembering my loneliness, or maybe so that I don't ask further? 🤔

"Good, mbok... " My heart.

I then arranged the clothes in a plastic laundry tub, so I could take them to an ironing room. Yuni's mother who will be in charge of ironing the clothes.

"Excuse me, mbok... " My pampholes. Mbok Darmi just nodded and looked at me stepping away leaving him alone on the back porch, near the clothesline. At first glance I saw mbok Darmi tidying hanger clothes scattered used to dry earlier.

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After delivering the clothes to the laundry room, I went straight back to my room. My intention, I want to read the book that Rara lent me a few days ago. Actually not Rara's own book anyway, it's a family library book. He borrowed it there for me when he found out that I like to read.

Ha ha ha. I wanted to laugh when I remembered the initial intention of him to lend me this book. Actually he originally wanted to prank me by giving this old story book. Super old man even.

At first I was given a book of ordinary novels. Because I read fast. Two to three novels I finished in just two days (even a day if I don't have much work), so Rara lent me a thick book, consisting of several series.

The book I borrowed was a book that was a long time ago. I'm sure that Rara's age with this book must be older. The paper is still good, it's just a little yellowish. You know the title of the book...? Mataram Bende!

Vuihh... I like the story. Little by little I read it in my spare time. My pleasure is inversely proportional to Rara. He who originally wanted to make me stop reading even became his own senewen, because my attention now poured more into the book. Although I feel, the story in the book is a little familiar.

I've seen a movie with a similar background. But even so, I keep reading. Yes, every writer, of course, has his own writing character, although the theme presented is similar.

I just got a page reading, When the door to my room was knocked, and immediately opened people from outside. I looked up to see who had just come in. Sulist.

"Nur...!" Call Sulis.

"You are called Miss Supami "

I simultaneously rose from my sweet fall on the bed, upon hearing the name of the super-large mistress called.

"Yes? What's up?" I asked a little worried. I'm afraid I've done something wrong and will be kicked out of this house. Where are you gonna try if I have to get out of here?

"I don't know. But you were told to meet him in his room immediately." Sulis answered not to make my heart stop pounding.

"Yes, I'll be there soon." Answer me while folding the ends of the paper from the book I read. Put it just on the pillow and then rushed away following Sulis who had come out first.

tok tok tok tok

I knocked on the door of the room made of carved teak wood typical of Jepara with the heart of dag dig dug. In my head kept spinning the question "what's up?" It felt like my hand was cold as I grabbed the door handle to open it, after a "get in" cry from inside.

I've actually been in this room a few times before. But not because they were called, but because they were told to deliver something like tea or slices of this favorite fruit of grandmothers. And now I come in here because I'm called, make me groggy.

He he he.. to Ge-Er a very I yes. who knows I was sent here just because the grandmother wanted to ask in pijitin... ah, a complete mess of my thinking power. 😅 Thinking up to it makes me relax a little. I took a breath and pushed the door open.

"Excuse me madam.. " My greeting as I step inside. As soon as I entered, my eyes immediately turned to the rocking chair located beside the window by the bed. Usually the lady sits there. But really, he was sitting there. As soon as he saw me enter, he immediately waved his hand telling me to come closer.

I approached and sat on the floor in front of him. I said nothing but I was ready to listen to the word of the madam.

"Nur... how? Do you feel at home living here? " Task the big lady starting the conversation.

"Yes, my lady, I am at home. Thank you for keeping me here... " My heart.

"Thank God you are at home. Do you want me to give you a special assignment from now on...?"

"Thank you for your trust madam.What tasks can I do madam?"

"Yes .. As you saw earlier, my grandson Bagas is ill. From today he will stay here, and during the treatment. I'm asking you to help her become a special servant to him... " Say the lady while looking at me. I looked up for a moment to see this grandmother's facial expression while talking about her sick grandson. Mournfully. That's what reads for sure on the face that has begun to wrinkle it.

"Good mistress.' Answer me for sure. Just a special servant for Mr. Bagas, right? What difference does it make to serve one person by serving all members of this family? Yes at least from now on I have a special task that is my responsibility.

" good. I'm asking you to help him, do what he can't do on his own, start him waking up and going to bed again. Provide what he needs... " Mistress' orders give an explanation.

"Good mistress... "

"If there is a job that you do not understand or can not do say, so that later it can be immediately taught or found a way out...." The madam paused her words and looked at me. I nodded to understand his orders.

"Remember Nur, the one you serve today is a sick person. So you have to be patient and quick to respond to what he says... " Say the lady again. Once again I nodded.

"Good mistress... "

Again, that's just a short sentence I said. The madam smiled satisfied with my obedience.

"Yes, now try you facing Bagas. Tell me you've been asked to be his servant. He'll tell you what to do for him."

"Good mistress... "

Once again I said a powerful sentence to the servants to his master. After that I said goodbye and walked back a few steps before turning around to go to the exit.

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