The Story of My Struggle Part 53 - Working as a Housekeeper

I live in a great suffering, but strangely I couldn't cry, until one day, in my memory at October 1992, my nephew, who was named Sri Sukesti, come to my house. Both my parents to meet her, and she expressed her desire to my parents that she wanted to invite me to Jakarta. There she worked as a domestic helper. 

From inside my room listening to their conversation. She said that her employer, Mr. Agus Kohari, office manager at BNI, need a maid one more, and he would pay for schools and other computer courses. I think that he will try, so that I can work in a bank, in a place where he worked. When I was still inside under the bed and being dhikr with the rosary. But then I wake up and see her because I was interested in what she has to say to my parents. 

My desire to go to work in her place, I told my parents. But I still have doubts, but my father did not agree. Because the job is a job that wasn't dignified. I beg to blunt my parents, until they finally let me to go to Jakarta. 

The next day on Sunday around 08.00 AM, I and Sri Sukesti went to the city of Jakarta. I was equipped with money only Rp.20,000, and the cost of my transport, is of her own. Arriving at her employer's house, he met me. Mr. Agus Kohari, asked about my age and my education. He said he would pay for computer courses. 

At the home of Mr. Agus Kohari, I was work without any break. Wake up in the morning around 04.00 AM. After the morning prayers, then I soak the clothes, then I was sweeping, mopping, and washing clothes, and cooking, after that I ironing clothes. Just one day of work, I already feel exhausted, because I work with no time to rest. I have to serve a lot of construction workers who were repairing the house. I am too busy with work, I always make a late meal and a prayer, with the exception of the dawn prayer. My breakfast around 11:00 AM, while eating lunch at 2:30 PM,. At around 08.00 pm, I was feeling very tired and sleepy, so I slept before I got a dinner. 

I am trying to stay afloat working there, up to 1 week in the duration time. I survived because I need a lot of money. I work less than one week, but the hostess had scolded me for no reason. When I was mopping the floor, she suddenly said, "Enough! Go to sleep!! Do not work!!" One coincidence on the 9th day of my work, I got a telegram from my friend, Miss Sri Marhaeni living in Boyolali. She told me that I was accepted to work at the Notary office in Solo City. For these reasons, then I want to stop working as a housekeeper. At that time, the hostess asked me that I go home after the Eid al-Fitr, which will come in December 1992, but I refused. 

In addition to these reasons, I also have experienced the fear with a construction worker, who a few days earlier he had been peeping through the glass window above me, when I would wear my clothes after a bath, and he saw me, when I was only wearing underwear. I became really hate to see him. The next day, Sri Sukesti see that the fence existing with a barbed wire around the bedroom window I left, was cut, so I think that the barbed wire was decided to be cut off by the construction workers that had ever peek me. And he has a malicious intent on me at night. 

On the next morning, I immediately packed up to go home. In the morning, I did not get to see Mr. and Mrs. Agus Kohari went to work. Until when I was in the kitchen, I received my salary money in an envelope given by Sri Sukesti. When I opened the envelope, my heart immediately felt sick, because I was only given a cash salary of Rp.10,000. And the cost to transport home free. More hurt again, they did not see me for just utter their gratitude, and also apologized. With disappointment, I left home to be escorted by Sukarno, the son of my employer. Until the terminal, he bought me a bus ticket with the money belongs to him alone, to drive me home. 

One day, I was at home. The next morning, I went to meet Sri Marhaeni from Boyolali City. He took me to Solo. She introduced me to Mr. Samsudin SH, and Mr. Sugiyatno, his secretary. I accepted to work. Towards lunch time, he told me to go home to eat with Mr. Sugiyatno with riding a motorcycle. And Sri Marhaeni back to work in the CPM in Boyolali. Therefore, I was forced to eat with Mr. Sugiyatno. While waiting for the food to arrive, we chatted, and I talk about faith and death. However, Mr. Sugiyatno just said, "Being in a Faith or believe the death, later if we've 40 years of age..." His words indicating that he is not the kind of guy that had a good deeds, then I didn't work where he works.

At my home in Pemalang, I was sad and I contemplate my fate. I'm feeling sorry because from my house, I bring money of Rp. 20,000, and I have been feeling tired of working hard, but I just get a salary back of Rp. 10,000, for work during in 9 days. Therefore, I feel very hurt, and I think while my heart says, "They're healthy. Could a healthy person die?" "Oh yes, they are basically often driving a car every day when they go to the office. They could have died, at the time of the trip because of an accident. I had my own vengeance with them." 

Finally, I returned home. While I was at home I do housework. I submit to God by praying given mate, a man who is best for me. On a Friday night in the month of fasting, as I recall in December, I dreamed I saw a man dressed in white robes and there is a black line that wrapped around his head. And in my inner heart, said that was prophet Muhammad. I wonder, why I could see the prophet Muhammad in my dreams. Though I didn't like praise him (Sholawat) to him. I had in mind and my inner just Allah only. One week later, my dream was scared, because my body lifted itself upwards towards the sky. And in that moment, I began to frequent dream, the dream of seeing the stars, moon, sun, and earth.

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