6. New Maids

"Bella, what are you thinking hey!" Rumi's rebuke disturbs Bella from her admiration for the glittering atmosphere of the city's only international airport, bringing her to the realization that she has gone so far from her village.

"Yes, Rum," Bella replied while trailing behind her senior who has fifteen years of experience working in a mysterious place that promises extraordinary fantastic pay, a place called the pack.

"We have to take care of immigration procedures. After that, while resting, we are waiting for a pick up from one of Mr. Alpha's men, they will take us there… it will take quite a while to drive by car." Without being asked, Rumi had already told them what they would do in a short time. "Hopefully our employer will be kind, Bella ... because there is a possibility of a change in leadership, his son is already at the right age to become the new leader." She continued.

Bella smiled in agreement. The thought of the life of a maid who was tortured while working for an employer made her shudder with horror. After this, it was impossible to think again. She had no choice but to finish her two-year contract, stick around and try not to complain about anything. Bella herself was adamant when her mother and siblings did not agree with her decision to become servants in a place she had never heard of after her father died in a traffic accident.

Bella's reverie was stopped by the encouragement of her colleagues who were queuing to pass through the plane's courtyard. She immediately apologized to the person behind her while hurriedly taking a step.

They were all escorted to the immigration check gate which was guarded by several people.

"Bella Rosemary?" The investigating officer stuttered Bella's name as he looked at her investigating. You can speak English?"

"Yes, Sir," Bella answered.

The clerk smiled kindly, "Oh! You can speak English?" 

Bella smiled back, "Just a little."

"And, what is the meaning of your full name?"

 "A woman ... and a beauty?" She answered with a questioning tone.

“Beautiful name. You came from Asia, right?"

"As you see, sir."

"Good luck in this country," said the investigator as he returned Bella's passport.

"Thank you," Bella replied, nodding and walking away from the examination door. Rumi who was waiting for her immediately pulled Bella's hand.

“Bella, remember! This is a different place, especially in our workplace ... be careful and behave...don't be too nice.

"What's wrong, Rum?" Bella doesn't understand. She could not understand why her seniors would scare her with such words.

"They have different customs. The men over there can instantly choose who they like ... then .... Umh you better not smile or look ugly! That's  better!"

Bella laughed at the words of her senior, "Okay, Rum, I won't repeat it next time. Thanks for telling me."

They then line up to pick up the luggage with the prospective helpers, their place of work is called Pack, with a great master called Alpha, needs a lot of new helpers ... Rumi said Because there will be a big event. "After getting your baggage, you guys stay where you are. Soon there will be officers who collect data. Got everything?"

As a senior assistant, Rumi helps inexperienced prospective maids like Bella with her explanations a lot.

“Remember our master's name is Mr. Alpha… You can die on the spot if you call him other than that. Don't look at their faces ... look down, and stay still. When asked, you can talk," said Rumi again. The woman in the middle age of thirty had to half scream to get the attention of her group.

Bella looked at the employer's name on her passport. Alpha Tomas. There is only the writing without any other frills. She frowned in confusion.

"How is this pronounced?" Rene, a fellow worker, approached Bella and handed her the passport of her migrant worker.

Bella accepted, then glanced at it. "Al ... fa ... To ... mas." Spelled Bella helped her partner.

"Oh! So the name is Alpha huh? " 

"Yes."

"Thanks, Bel."

"You're welcome, Rene."

"When will our employer pick us up, Rum?" asked Bella. 

"It depends on the person who picks us up. Usually, outside, employers are lining up to take care of correspondence. They are usually big masters who need people to hurry help with his work."

They were still sitting waiting and suddenly another immigration officer arrived with a middle-aged man wearing a dark tuxedo suit. The man looked more like a European.

Bella — as well as the other women in the room — saw how respectful the officer was when he greeted him. After they talked for a while, the immigration officers called Bella's name. Bella hesitated to come over to the two of them.

"This is the people, sir!" The officer spoke to the elegant-looking blonde man politely.

Bella nodded her head in greeting the person who turned out to be focused on looking at her as if he was evaluating.

"Do you speak English?" he asked in a stiff, authoritative voice.

"Yes, sir."

“Good. I hope you understand my instruction. My name is Draco, head servant of Crescent Pack, the place where you and all the ladies will do your job."

"Nice to meet you, sir," Bella said softly.

They chatted for a while before finally Mr. Draco, the butler of the Tomas Black family, who was waiting in the waiting room to come with him. There is a handover file between the employer and the prospective migrant worker that they must sign.

After all the paperwork was done, Mr. Draco led them to a car that was large enough to accommodate all the girls, while he sat next to the driver.

Mr. Draco then explains who Tomas Black's family is, as well as the tasks the girls will be doing. They would all be servants in several Packhouses ... a kind of private pavilion, one of which was the pavilion that belonged to the only son of the Tomas Black family, Prince Remus Black.

Bella — just like other workers — did not think that the family she would serve as a kind of aristocrat in that place... Because they needed so many servants.

"Don't forget to always use the title 'Alpha' when you do work for him."

'Alpha? Such a weird title!' She taught.