Novel & Cerita The Housemaid Series Order

The one who said I’d never be good enough, just like my mother wasn’t. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe with that familiar disgust. “Straighten your dress, Mrs. White.” I clenched my jaw but obeyed. There was no use arguing with her. Once satisfied, she stepped aside. “You may come in.” My chest tightened, but I stepped forward. Back into the belly of the beast. As I stepped into the house, the maids lined up neatly on each side of the long hallway, bowing their heads. There were ten of them. Five on the left, five on the right. All dressed in uniforms. They looked as though they were part of a show.

Maritha replied. "We have at least five maids, a cook, a gardener and a driver. Maritha, please kindly indtroduce them to your Madame." Alec solemnly ordered. "Yes, Sir. Madame, this five women beside me are Wendy, Thina, Alona, Georgia and Rosa who is in charge of the daily housekeeping of the household." Maritha motioned the five women wearing a navy blue maids uniform beside her. The girls gave her a warm and genuine smile which she return in kind.

She helped Eden sit up and drink some water and gave her mint, along with some aspirin. Eden didn't resist or care about anything. She kept staring at the ceiling mindlessly. When the woman was about to leave, Eden turned to her and said, "What are you doing this?" "Sir's orders, miss Eden," the housemaid said and started walking out again, her pace faster than before. Eden said, "You have to get me out of here, you can't do this." "I can't," the housemaid said. She turned around and looked at Eden with eyes glossy with tears. "I'm so sorry."

Jazlyn muttered quietly. The girl had climbed the stairs again carefully then turned off the light and closed the secret door again. Now, Jazlyn has changed the mode of her cellphone and is ready to go back to her room, but then she realizes that Jazlyn has deliberately turned the shower on. Jazlyn had now slightly dampened her hair and turned off the shower and put a towel on her head. The girl stopped when she opened the door. A maidservant looked at him very sharply. Jazlyn remembered it. The maidservant is the head of all the household servants in this house.

Every person in this house moved as though one wrong step could cost them dearly. Letty stepped out, Thraia following after her, and the remaining maids entered in silence. They closed the doors, lined themselves before me, and once again lowered their heads. “You can raise your heads,” I said, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the ritual. “I am not someone who requires that.” The maid closest to me answered carefully. “The Master instructed us to treat you as the woman of this house, Miss. We cannot do otherwise.” I stared at her. The woman of this house.

she wore a disgusted scowl on her face, "Hey, don't talk about miss Maraïda like that. You know she's the new lady of the house now," another maid added, "New lady my foot! That woman is a sneaky bitch! She just wants to replace Madame Sophia in Mr. Shenko's life." The second maid with the scowl repeated, "Cassidy!!!" The head maid, I remember was called Fatou, scolded her, "Stop! What ever happens in our superiors lives is none of our business. We are here to work and that is just what we should do."

I asked one of the maids I sighted coming out from the kitchen. “Good morning ma'am. Sir Ignatius hasn't given me any instructions.” She answered, as my eyebrows furrowed. “Is this how things are done here, in this house?” I asked the maid who was already fidgeting. “Yes ma'am, we wait for his instructions. He gets mad whenever any of us go against his orders.” The maid replied, slowly bowing her head. “But I'm his wife now.” I said to the maid, lifting her chin to look at me. At this point, the maid was already confused.

Maid Manual: As a maid, you must obey all the master's orders and complete them thoroughly. Everything about the maid belongs to the master, and she must not do anything that harms the master's interests. The maid must perform all household chores perfectly. If there is any disagreement, refer to the first three rules. At this point, Lydia felt too exhausted even to complain. Lambert was truly regressing. Who does he think he is? A teenager with a hero complex? What's with this maid manual? She was only here for the shares, forced to take care of his daily needs for a week. Besides, maids and servants are entirely different concepts!