My name is Cecilia Anne Rompis, usually called Lia.

...*My name is Cecilia Anne Rompis, usually called Lia. I'm a student of 7 private universities - the most expensive - in Jakarta who was hit by a total depression. A few days ago, I had a fatal misfortune. As a result I now have to stand, hot, feeling ridiculous, in front of this extraordinarily large super-luxury house. I looked at the beautiful heart-shaped watch on my left. It was nine in the morning twenty-three seconds. I'm twenty-three seconds behind the triggering clock. Without waiting long, I approached the towering black fence, then rang the bell quietly and tried to find a professional. I took a deep breath. Okay, easy! Very easy. I just have to do myself and try to face all this gracefully. So, easy, Lia... easy.. ..... I, once again, rang the bell with conviction. After a few minutes.. Still no sound was heard. I rang the bell again, and again, and again. But, nothing. None came out. I'm getting impatient. Is the bell off? "And fortunately I finally heard the sound of someone approaching. However, it seems that person is not alone because I also heard the sound of ferocious creatures- who suddenly appeared, then approached and approached fiercely. "Ahh!!" I fell backwards and crashed into the hot asphalt, right on my buttocks. The giant swayed, as if shaken by a great earthquake. What is it? A monster? "Black Black Hero!" It wasn't long before the fence opened, asking a little. A man dressed in a security guard with a unique haunted face appeared from behind the fence. He looked very scary. "No." I stood up with his help. "Thank you," I said honestly. not a sincere thank you. the haunted pointed at the small, faded paper on the other side of the fence. I focused on looking. cil. "There's no writing on the fence, Ma'am," said the security guard BEWARE FIRE DOGS! Wow, really a surefire trap. I smiled a little, trying to be sweet. "Sorry, I didn't get to meet you earlier. Can I meet Ibu Yanti? This housekeeper?" "What's the matter with Mrs. Yanti?" "That. um. me. me. Cecilia." I took a deep breath. "I applied to be a maid here." I almost bit my tongue from saying it too soon. "I met Ibu Yanti two days ago and she accepted me to be.. um, a temporary maid here for a month and a half, and she also asked me to start work today, at nine." I pointed at our clock to expect the security guard who was looking at me expressionlessly. A second later, the security guard looked carefully, from top to bottom, from the end of the unbranded sandal that I borrowed from my boarding house maid to the end of the surveillance. Yes. I realized my appearance today must be very different than usual. I deliberately tied my shoulder-length black hair back to resemble a ponytail. My clear, round eyes, which are usually always covered by turquoise contact lenses, now look dark black, just like their natural color. And, my lips, mmm. Lips which were usually covered with Revlon pink lipstick, now looked plain, only smeared with a little clear lip gloss which was completely colorless. And, my clothes. hmph. This shirt is totally out of date and too plain. It doesn't accentuate the bright tone at all on my always smooth and well-groomed skin. yes. A dark brown t-shirt and black knee-length skirt are definitely not outfits that this haunted security guard will glance at, especially now. "Wait a moment." Satisfied with glaring at me, the Goliath turned and finally disappeared behind the fence. However, less than five minutes later he was standing in front of me again. "Come in," he said flatly. I glanced at the fence. Are the monsters still there? I shudder at the thought of the drooling beasts lunging at me and making me their special breakfast before I manage to reach the entrance of the nearest house. "It's safe." I looked up to see where the voice came from. "What?" "The dogs have been put in cages." "Oh.. uh, thank you." Thank you Lord! I stepped full (un)certainly into the gap of the giant open fence. Then, without realizing it, I was wide-eyed looking around me. Way more than Papa and Oppa's house, even when combined! I can't believe this giant whitewashed building is called a house, a palace. The owner must have spent the equivalent of building a road in one district to build his garden which is beautiful and indescribable in words. Yes, it must have taken the same amount of time to build a garden at Versailles. I heard someone clearing their throat beside me. Oh, that security guard. I almost forgot that I was here to be a temporary maid. "You must enter through the back door." He explained, "Walk through the park over there." He pointed to a path made of paving stones at the edge of the garden. "Keep going, follow the path, then turn right. There's a big white door, knock on the door, there must be Ibu Yanti." I was still trying hard to remember all the information he had given me with burning enthusiasm. Okay, Lia. You can do it. GOD KNOW you will get through all of this. Just a month and a half..it won't be felt. Lastly, I forgot. Okay. Focus. I can do that. I can.."well, sir...," I read the nameplate on his right chest swiftly. "Sugiharto." I bow to the goal to get it. But, the big-black body just looked at me, this time with a doubtful expression. Ok thank you very much." I pulled me back. Shouldn't maids and security guards shake hands? I walked along the street praying that I could get through all of this safely. epep ip eueu ueded oquia es ... It all started two weeks ago Me and some of my college friends intend to celebrate the end of our final exams with a luxurious vacation: a trip to Singapore for three days and three days while shopping all the way. Of course a trip to Singapore is still fairly natural because we only fly a little north The island of Sumatra, across the Pacific Ocean. However, without realizing it, a reasonable trip ended up draining all of my savings that should be enough to cover all my needs for a whole year. Savings money is everything. Meals, boarding, transportation, cosmetics, even extra money , it's all there Oh, JUST HIT ME, P tenant!! Until this moment, I still don't have all the savings that Pa entrusted to me pa and Mama for Singapore and-em, tiny Gucci bags. I'm Broke. In just one day anyway. Geez. There is no money for food, transportation money, even money to pay for boarding houses. Well, to be honest, there isn't even any money left in the Bank! And, now, it's possible that my account is closed. This is hell!!! If there are some people who are called lucky then I must be the group that is called unlucky. Well, I'm just out of luck. But, that's all nothing. If my parents knew of this catastrophe then I would really be living in hell for the next year, no, forever, forever. What's scarier than that word? There is not any. My life is really over. And, they, my best friends (at first I thought, not really my friends) are all very helpful (but I believe more in my conscience that they don't want to help, can't)-classic excuses, "I have to buy must buy .evening gown for Brother Juan's wedding party, my dear boyfriend, so that I won't be any less beautiful than the other girls to come," or, "I really need every million of my money to buy that sexy black Ford," or, "Sorry, Say, but I've never had cash, only credit cards. Besides, it's not the time to shop with cash. I'm so sorry, Say." Ggrrrhhh.... If there's a chance I'll bring them here and release those drool monsters right in front of them! But fortunately, a week ago (when I had forty-one thousand four hundred and fifty rupiah left in my wallet), Jenny, one of those who claimed to be my best friend, offered another alternative. The alternative that got me here now. became a temporary housemaid of a billionaire whose name I don't even know. This is crazy! I've never been a maid in my dream. I have never cleaned my own house. I'm seriously. In our family home in Manado, my father employs two helpers, in my boarding house there is also a housewife who is employed by the boarding house mother to wash clothes, iron, clean the room, and even clean the toilet if we can afford to pay more. ). So, what am I doing here? Embarrass yourself? Oh no, Lia. Lia.. Be strong. It's for the money, okay? To live in the world. My life. What's so difficult about washing, ironing, or sweeping? Ha. ha After all, as Ibu Yanti, an acquaintance of Jenny, said, that I only needed to do a simple daily job, for a month and a half, with a satisfactory salary. THREE MILLION RUPIAHS! CASH! Not difficult, right? Where else can I get that kind of money in a month and a half? (Except being a drug dealer or a pimp, but both seem to be because I don't want to appear on TV or on You Tube-and be watched by all my family members and classmates, both as a suspect and as a pimp dealer). In addition, by working as a temporary helper, I can also get free housing and food (considering that I was temporarily kicked out of my boarding house because I couldn't pay my boarding house this month and my boarding house mother hopes I can hope for it next month, on the first day of the month). ) , or he lent will give my room to someone else, on the first). Well, it wouldn't be that hard, would it? If a 12 year old can do it, why can't I*?...

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