My name is Wardah.
My fake name, that is.
I am now, one of the maids in this household. A personal maid to a lovely little girl. I am her friend too.
Her only friend, so far.......
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My life was normal. Other than a few twist and turns, my family members are....fairly normal.
As the youngest, I am expected to be like my elder siblings. I follow each and everything thing that they had learned, you can also say that I mimic everything that they do. Excluding the dirty things.........
No, I was not pressured.
In fact, I surpassed all of them during my growth which I am highly proud of, seeing their envious gaze brings me joy to no end.
But of course, in the end they are still my family and always will be my one and only place to find comfort in.
We fought each other using our skills in fighting and eventually, we made up along with a few bruises and black eyes, plus a very very very and I mean VERY long lecture from our mother, who we love so much.
We willingly became masochist for her, enduring the longest talk that can practically make our ears bleed.
I have elder brothers who I hate and at the same time, love dearly. No, they are not the reason I left......well maybe, half of the reason..............you know what? blame them, it's all they're fault.
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I can be considered as the most cold and stubborn one in the family.
My nickname was Ice, I don't particularly hate that nickname nor did I care, so it kinda stuck.
They always told me I lack the emotion of happiness but I payed them no heed.
It's my own emotions, I can do whatever I want with it and right now, other's views about me can just go to hell.
Well, except for my mom's , what she says, goes, or else I'm the one who's going to suffer a life worse than hell.
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One day , my papa and I had a heated argument that led me into getting my punishment for being disobedient and that is, isolation.
Now others may think isolation is when one is ignored by others in a certain place but my family's situation of isolation is drastically different.
Isolation is that a person has to leave the family for a certain time limit (days, weeks or years) and live outside of our area until the person has repented their wrong actions. This is judged according to the Mafia's law.
That person will be supervised from afar during their isolation by some of our members so that the person would not do any crime or mischief during that time.
If they still refuse to feel guilty and still did wrong doings during the isolation period, they will be sent to a place called 'The Gore'.
A place where the most horrible, horrifying nightmares come to life.
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Bringing a duffel bag full of my comfortable clothes along with my favourite leather jacket,my ID, a couple of hundred bucks that I stole from my brother's wallet and sheer determination to never regret my decision.
I left my home sweet home.
Walking towards the side of the road, I hailed a taxi and got inside, the taxi driver asked where I wanted to go when I just entered and I told him away from here, which is stupid.
But he somehow, he never questions and drove to the other side of the town and asked me again. I said to bring me to a nearby motel that he knows and he did.
After arriving at a motel ,I payed the taxi driver the required amount and walked inside to pay a room for 2 nights.
I checked myself in the room and went for a walk around the area to search for a part time job.
But after a few hours, I found nothing.
No job vacancy at all.....not even for a part timer.......I even got hit with a bread when asking for a job at that bakery! That crazy baker!!! How dare he throw precious food!!!
And what the hell is wrong with this neighborhood????
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While on my way in searching for a part time job, I forgot one of the most important thing in my life.
I forgot about the weakness that I have.......
The weakness that always led me astray for a long time....
The weakness that can be the death of me.....
A really really serious weakness that I want to seriously bawl my eyes out for having them.
I have absolutely no sense of direction.......
And now I'm lost in a rich neighborhood.
That's not a good situation to be in. I looked around me and found nothing but big walls and a couple of CCTV's on the said wall.
Sooner or later if I kept on loitering around the area, one of the securities in the huge houses around here are probably gonna be suspicious of me and call the cops.
I passed a particular gate that had a huge 'servant wanted' sign with one requirement that they accept any age but the gender has to be female.
But the thing is, being a servant to the rich.....is it worth it? Being a servant is not a good job to have at an age like mine, I might even be looked down by people........what if I wa-.....oooohhhh.....look at that....they said the wages can be negotiated...........
Rich neighbourhood➕Big gate➕Wages be negotiated▶💲💰💲💰💲💰
And so I immediately rang the bell of the really large Gate. Who knows what's in here but hopefully, it won't be that bad because the surrounding area is full of big houses except this one that only has a big gate. I can't even see what's one the other side!!!! How mysterious ~~~~
After waiting for 5 minutes a monotone voice spoke through the black, shiny speaker by the side of the wall.
I know how to use it, so I pressed the shiny button and said that I want to take the job.
Then, the gates opened, revealing a forest like area with dirt road. Making my confusion enhance more than usual. What am I getting myself into?
I mean if the gate looks so expensive then why is the road made out of dirt? Are they broke or something? Dirt fetish maybe?
They must have been so desperate to let a stranger like me in without anyone checking my background out but hey, I'm not complaining.
I waited at the gate a few more minutes then came a person riding a motorcycle and stopped near me.
Let me rephrase that, screeched near me, leaving a lot of dust in the air while the motor engine is still running making me cough while waving my hand around to somehow push the dust in the air away from me.
The rider has an attire of a butler. He immediately get off of the motorcycle and explained the situation without any introductions.
I am to be the personal maid to a 10 years old girl , because the previous maids quit their job for certain reasons and nobody else wants to take care of her.
In this big household and nobody wants to take care of a little girl whose 5 years younger than me.......
Is the girl a troublemaker or something? If she is, then I can gladly discipline her for them.
He. He. He. = ( evil laugh )
ψ(｀∇')ψ
And so I rode the motorcycle with the butler to the main house while looking around the area. We passed a few big buildings that the butler said is each of the young masters possession for their profession.
We arrived at the main house that looks like a modern mansion of black. He led me to a room near the entrance and brought out a contract.
Oooh we gonna negotiate my wages today!
According to the butler, I will be given a place to stay along with food and clothes while I take care of the girl.
I told him about my things at the motel and he said I can retrieve them tomorrow morning.
After the negotiation and me signing the contract while happily dancing in my mind, we exited the mansion and rode the same motorcycle to the servant's quarters.
Oooh no he's going away from that mansion..........that beautiful, huge mansion.....
The life of the rich...*wipes tears*
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I didn't notice that the sky has already gotten dark , how many hours did I waste when I got lost until I get here exactly??!!
The butler explained to me that the area of this place is so huge that it could be compared to a small airport.
The distance from the main house to the gate is so far that if you walk, it'll take 40 minutes!!!! , and that is, if you're not lost while on the way to your destination because of all the trees surrounding the area.
If you are, then that'll be a different story.
The butler left me in front of the maids quarters and I was escorted by another maid to go inside.
I was then brought into a cozy little room by the maid and was reminded to wake up early, wearing the clothes in the closet that was already prepared by them as an attire for my new job. The maid then excused herself and left.
That night, as I laid in bed, I wondered whether my decision to leave the familia was a right one or not, and whether my requests was wise or simply stupid. But the past is in the past and there's no turning back time.
All I can do right now is to move forward and never look back.
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