My day is getting busier. Pre historic's draft response was unexpected.Not only from buyers, but also received appreciation from furniture business organizations in this country. This design was awarded The Best Furniture Design this year.More and more galleries are visiting. Moreover, this product is published in their monthly tabloid which is spread all over the world. We didn't think this would happen either.Moreover, there are reviews from customers who turn out to be world-renowned designers. In fact, I didn't even know he that I met and bought a gallery display had such a big impact and on his recommendation, many new customers.Email with full of order requests, from asking to join the project or just fill in a private house. We are completely overwhelmed.Luckily there is Aitu who is always ready, Assisted by the production in Jogjakarta and Klaten. Aitu looks really excited. Even though he often has a serious and tense expression on his face, he rarely smiles, let alone la
"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,
Finally I got a job. Anita, the senior assistant of this house, drive me to Mr. Kusuma Adijaya's house. On the way, Anita explained about him. He is the eldest son of Great Madame, and has one daughter named Amelia Adijaya. His daughter is already in the second grade of junior high school. My job is to take care of the house from A to Z and once a week Anita will come to check everything in written reports. Including cooking, shopping, tidying up the house, until financial reports. "Sorry Ms. Anita, there's a lot of work. Am I there alone?" "Yes Ma’am you are who responsible with all. There is Pak Maman as a driver and Bik Inah as his wife who will help. There are three security guards, I have arranged the schedule, you can rearrange later. ”, Anita explained. "This is a book that I have recap about Mr. Kusuma and Miss Amelia's schedules, It also explains here what they like and what to avoid. It's complete. There's also my telephone number where you can be contacted if you have to.
"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
It was getting late and lonely. Bik Inah and Pak Maman returned to their house. It's just the security guard at the front. After eating, Amelia went straight back to her room, she said she had a lot of school work to do. This big house looks very lonely. I walked around the house, getting to know all the corners. Its Big responsibility, whatever it is, whatever happens it is my responsibility. Moreover, Mr. Kusuma is rarely at home, it has not even arrived at this time. Pity Amelia, she looked happy to see my arrival. "Amelia has been waiting for your arrival, Mrs. Rani. That's why she is so happy. She doesn't have anyone to talk to. When she talks, I often don’t know what she talks about. I don’t understand what she's talking about," said Bik Inah this afternoon. From the top floor, half of the top floor is open space. There is a fitness room and garden on the rooftop, inside a variety of equipment available, but rarely used. The garden above has a terrace where there are long chai
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
Kriiing .... Kriiing ....The alarm clock rings.At 4 AM in the morning, when we were in the village we were awakened by the dawn call to prayer. Won't it be the same here.I immediately took a shower and got ready for the morning prayer. Yesterday Amelia asked to bring lunch to school. Ordered chicken on the menu, but not Kentucky chicken.Last night, I cooked galangal chicken. The chicken is seasoned and the galangal is grated. I made more seasoned chicken stew. So it fast to serve it, just fry it. Fried until dry, it's good eaten with white rice.This menu is Wisnu's favorite. If we cook this, the rice in the jar will be finished by him quickly. I smile when I remember that memories . How to eat at the boarding house? He has been studying at a state university in Malang for six months."Mama, don't worry. Wishnu is in the dormitory, I have lots of friends. I can arrange my meal. Don't worry, OK?" He calmed me down when I asked about his diet habit. He lives in a dormitory inside 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