Good luck. My first day, yesterday

Good luck. My first day, yesterday, went well, except for a few classic minor issues – my back is tired from having to sweep the entire one-story room which is the size of Opabertene's clove garden, mu-nali because of two turip turip nali turip nali because of the two in the corner of the room, concrete legs still visible, and many other things I can't remember clearly. Of course, my fingers were sore from having to wipe down the antiques and crockery on the three floors of which—if I count correctly—are three hundred and fifty-seven items. But I did. And, I didn't break any of the valuables. Well, it turns out not that difficult, right? Well, I think things would have gone there had it not been for a second day. Today. Ina took me to the third floor (a room mostly for maids' rooms) and took me into one of the rooms she called the laundry room. Okay, so I just have to do the laundry too. No problem.."Where's the washing machine?" I wondered about other than amused as I opened the small plastic cupboard door in the corner of the room and determined what was inside the large jar. "No washing machine. We usually wash by OO hand. I can't believe it." You're serious? "He placed the clear jar of detergent next to the large, neatly arranged black bucket." According to Mrs. Eveline, the washing machine is not good, it makes the color of the clothes fade quickly. More durable by hand. "He walked up to me, then said seriously, "After all, that's what we're here for, right? "Oh no. I can't believe it. I'm leaking my surroundings in horror. I can sweep or mop the floor because it's not that hard to do. But, washing clothes with automatic, serbia diyang zaauto?!" "I'm dead," How do I do it.. "It's okay, I still have other work." Ina just left me without roasting. "Oh yeah," he stopped at the end of the door, "when you're done, just clean the second floor. Don't forget." And, he left, just like that, leaving me a dead lice here. Alone. Calm down, Lia. calm .. How to do? Oh yes, easy. Like in those soap operas. Live as a supporting actor who is washing clothes. NS. It's easy right? Okay. First, take the detergent. Open the lid of the jar, put the determination in the bucket according to the dose. I took the black bucket next to me and. How much huh? One spoon? Five? Uh, maybe fifteen? Where are the instructions on how to use it from the distributor? Ooooh. HOUSTON, WE HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM HERE. AI o D19 Okay, calm down..calm down...Well, I've decided. Just take the middle value. Ten spoons. The clothes must be clean. After all, a family like this, of course, won't complain about the low price of detergent, right? I took the clothes that were placed in two big blue baskets and put them in the bucket. Just soak it with lots of air, right? So, what about after that? I tried to remember the soap opera scene. Oh yes, scrubbed! One by one. It turned out to be not that difficult. So helpers only need heart and mind. It's not difficult, except for one thing that is forgotten. "Oh zero" I shrugged the white-supposedly with a horrified look. "Why did you turn red?""If it's you again. %#%2 $ 4%$ @#$ @#$. My head is spinning all around." Remember, the price of the clothes. The world began to blur. How do I know that rich people still buy unbranded red sweaters that fade in the shower. Sounds ridiculous right? Olala olili..olaolaola lilili. The witch's ravings hit my eardrums almost flying white flags, if only she didn't suddenly stop talking. Silence for a few moments. Oh my God, finally the harrowing fifteen minutes have passed. I revealed that Grandma Ina, who was also scolded by the old man, only let me make a mistake (making Mbak Shinta's white shirt with the Executive brand turn red in some parts) which should have nothing to do with some parts. I ventured to divulge my surroundings. The old grandmother was no longer in the same room with us. I looked at Ina with extreme guilt. "Mom, I'm sorry." "Never mind.. this is normal," Ina smiled a little and looked very sincere. I smiled back at him, relieved that I had just been lifted from the pit of death. “Where has that old granny gone?” I asked whispering. "Old granny?" Ina is looking amused. "I was suddenly out of the room. I was just about to ask why, the old Granny came back into the room and on her right to us both "Come" she called in a hurry." Fast! "Ina and I met the old grandmother. We walked across several rooms, then entered the living room of the king and queen now bustling with the sound of conversation." Remember, you guys just stay quiet to patabol to nod if it's clear? "Truly the most absurd question sentence possible" Yes," we answered almost at the same time. Then, we followed him, stepping into the middle of the room" Excuse me, Miss fig and Tuan loud enough, enough to attract the attention of the whole crowd. uduen Tapl, please, why do you have to call me young master" and "Miss" anyway? I feel ridiculous. It feels like I'm in one of the Meteor Garden scenes. This is Ina They are the maids in the new one. If there is anything, Mr and Miss may call them. "Calling? Am I a call woman? Why use the old granny isn't a softer sentence, for example, "their request for help". Mmm... maybe I'll consider sending, the old granny doesn't use softer sentences, for example, "Ask them for help". I was able to get through all this safely. Then, I heard that voice. The coolest low-pitched voice I've ever heard in my lifetime. "Ok, Mrs. Yanti. We will remember. "Who is it? I want to see it, may I?" You two, this is young master Jonathan and Miss Shinta. "As soon as the old granny's words were finished I immediately regained consciousness, forgetting all the orders just now." And, next to him, young master Kevin, Miss Shinta's fiancé. "Geez, absolutely perfect! In fact, much more handsome than that photo in the library. I no longer care about my surroundings. JONATHAN. Isn't he some kind of model or something? wearing a plain white long-sleeved t-shirt that shows off his strong arms and black jeans which looks very branded and expensive or so.) And, his skin. his skin looks tanner than the picture in the photo. I'm sure he spends most of his time in America researching on Cancun Beach with beautiful women in bikinis. Gosh, what kind of thinking is that? I have to quickly think of something else, Thinking about.. er, calling. Yeah, what should I call him? Young master ah! My tongue can go numb if I do this often - says that word a lot. Mmmm how about Jonathan? or Jo? John? John the comedian, uh Jonjon, or who am I smiling amusedly. it's ok to be a comedian, right? I suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my left arm. "Ow!" I screamed spontaneously. Now all eyes are on me. Okay, this is perfect. "Don't smile in such praise of our master!" whispered the old granny while pinching my left arm. Oh yes, it's over. "Why smile?" Jonjon was asking me. "Is there something funny?" I rocked fast, many times. "Can't talk or won't talk?" Miss Shinta-god-god-that smiled kindly at me. I expressed hope to the fierce old-grandmother who was standing next to me. She nodded her head in reply that I was allowed to speak, "No." Sorry, I was just wondering what I should call you all. Sorry now I've turned into a glare at me again, angry he was furious. Really, what did I do wrong? "Okay." Jonson spoke. "Just call Nathan, then this is Shinta and Kevin. You don't have to wear any frills, Mr. young and miss. Besides, it seems we are not the same age, ynef Jonjon, uh, Nathan, got up from his seat and said it seemed, "My father is tired" left behind. Take a rest first. "And he went across-the-room, lost behind the giant white door. The grandmother glanced at both of us, only a fleeting glance. Definitely a death glare." Alright, with the permission of Miss Shinta and young master, yes, "samasen Shinta and young master, yes," he said and nodded his head, then looked straight into Kevin's eyes, a fiancé with black skin, black hair, and body. Shinta looks like a smart antique doll. MAGIC GRAND ATTACK!!!

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