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Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Hello, there... I have something very interesting I'd like to blog about today... It's about my fricking maid, who sort of ran away in July... Okay, why I say sort of, is because this is the story:-
Note:- The words in bold will be explained after the story... Enjoy the story! :)
One sunny day, my maid got a call from her daughter back in Kupang, Indonesia. Apparently that morning, her son got run down by a car while he was riding his bicycle on his way to school. So, they called up and said that he had eight stitches on hisforehead, a broken leg, and basically the whole left side of his body could not function. So, we weren't really keen on letting her go back, 'cause she just went back in April to visit her family. That was fine. The next day, her daughter called up and told her that her son had died.
Now, being the sympathetic, nice and caring people my family is/was towards her, we allowed her to return to her hometown which is in Kupang, Indonesia, and I have no idea whether it is her real hometown. Anyway, yes, my parents. They decided to be sympathetic and pay for her plane ticket back, furthermore a two-way ticket, paid for her son's coffin, and gave her allowance to spend for her family. Now, she was upset because apparently, her husband had died the same way.
My parents allowed her to go back for a week, since we were sure we would be fine for a week. (Pfft, of course we would!) And so, off she went! Yay, she was on her way home!
1 week later...
My mom called her the day before to ask if she remembered what time her flight was, where she should have been and that they would wait for her at the airport. That was all fine and dandy until the day her flight was due to arrive. It was 4:00 a.m. in the morning when I received a call from my poor parents who were still at the airport. They wanted me to find a phone number which, apparently, was my maid's number. They tied calling, and calling, and calling... Until they got fed up and probably thought she missed her flight. So, my parents cancelled her permit and left her wherever she is...
2½ months later...
Note:- About this time, everything is as I've heard it, and it will be in, well, sort-of-truths, but it won't be the full story. :)
The maid we currently share with my auntie received an SMS a week ago. The message went something like this, "I have bought the ticket back to Malaysia, and I am set to come back on the 5th of October. Wait for me!" Now, I know that sounded cheesy, but it really meant wait for her at the airport. Being the smart maid, I'll just call this current maid A, and the stupid one who left Malaysia B, maid A deleted that SMS and went on with her usual routine... Of course, she told me first, since I'm kind of close to her. I mean, we've known maid A for a long time, so bonds are formed.
So, we were sure it would have been impossible for her to return, unless we bought her a plane ticket, which was impossible because she was indirectly fired, since we cancelled her permit and all. That was until the 2nd of October, when maid A received a call from maid B, who was still in Indonesia. She had said that she had already bought the ticket to Malaysia due on the 5th. You see, now was the time where everyone started freaking out. My mom is still angry about the whole issue of her leaving and not coming back.
Ahh, maybe some of you are wondering why she's so worked up. This will be told after this story is over. Please be patient, and have a nice day. :)
Anyway, continuing the story, where was I... Oh, yes. I told her about everything, about how maid B was planning to come back and work for us, again. And she went mad and said that maid B will be left outside our gate and won't be allowed to come in the house. So, we all agreed that we would be on guard...
Today...
Well, I am finished with the story. Quite interesting, don't you think? Okay, I'm sure there're a lot of questions worth asking. There are many versions of the answers. First, I will explain the bold letters. Well, obviously, they're all lies told to us by maid B. Why you ask? Basically, all her sons, daughters, husbands, and whatnot, don't exist. Her son never died because there was no son even alive. Said by a friend of maid A and B back in Indonesia. The first shock was when maid A heard from maid B's sister that maid B never had kids, and she was never married. To add on to that complication, maid B had gotten pregnant here! In my house! Where I live, where I sleep, where I eat, where I... Never mind about that. Anyway, yes, she was pregnant! And guess who impregnated her! A random man who works around my area as a car wash guy! A guy who washes cars! What's so attractive about that?! Stupid woman...
Okay, now, the problem is, she's coming back, and somehow, she got a ticket. You see, we have so many lies around us that I don't know which is the truth. Apparently, another maid in my row of houses, maid C, apparently overheard my mom in the pasar malam on Sunday that we had re-hired maid B. Now, the whole family knows that's not true, because maid A, like I said, was smart! *Applauds for maid A* Maid C told maid A that, and maid A, obviously didn't believe her, 'cause when my mom goes to the pasar malam, she would've bought vegetables, and my maid A knew this. Since there weren't any vegetables in the fridge that day, obviously, my mother didn't go to the pasar malam.
Through this, we have concluded that maids are liars (except for maid A) and we should never trust maids whole steal from their employer's children (yes, maid B stole RM30 from me and never owned up, until maid A told us the story.)
Now, maid B tried to be smart, but was unfortunate that she was, and still is, insane and very, very, very, very, VERY, VERY stupid. She tried to convince me that maid A stole my money and used it to buy cigarettes. Now, we all know that some maids are very stupid, just like maid B, and we found out that she just happens to walk to and from the petrol station across my house with a box of Mentos lime mints every few days. Gee, no wonder, that's where my money went! *Rolls eyes*
About why she's pregnant, there are a number of possibilities. She could've gotten pregnant in April when she went back to Kupang. Another, she's been letting a man into my house and we all know what happens when you let strange men into the house. So obviously, they got it on and they produced a "bundle of joy". Meaning, the sperm had fertilised with an egg in maid B's Fallopian tube and it was implanted in maid B's uterus. And voila, a baby was conceived!!! It means when the baby was planted in maid B's tummy! (Gotten from Little Ant & Dec's interview with Victoria Beckham on why their son was named Brooklyn.)
From there, she started eating less and was constantly feeling sick, according to maid A. Now, maid A is smart, as I have said so many times, enough to know that there was something wrong, but she didn't really want to find out. Then, maid A found a piece of paper with the name of some medicine that helps in abortion! Not only was she dumb enough to get herself pregnant, but she also wanted to end the poor unborn baby in her. CRUEL BITCH! Anyway, yes, she called maid A the other day and said that she had aborted the baby (poor thing) and was coming back to ruin our lives again.
You see, we do not know why, but this was maid B's reason for coming back. She had told maid A that I had called her, my brother had called her, my mother of all people called her, and my sister who's in fricking Singapore called her. Obviously,We have concluded that she was completely and utterly insane and retarded. To support that theory, we all came up with, "She obviously dreamed up the whole thing."
So now, we all know that she's insane and she should not be allowed into anyone's house. My brother is obsessed with getting his fencing foil and chasing her away from the house. This maid is a liar, and she's really crazy. She'll even dare to climb into my house over the wall at the side. The thing is, we're scared, well, I'm scared shitless, that she has a duplicated key, and her supposed boyfriend has a key, too.
You see, before she left, she wanted to give the key to maid A, and told her about the duplication. She could just waltz into my house as if she owned the place. No way. She killed my Max! The heartless, cruel, crazy, stupid bitch killed my dog, my MAX! (He wasn't JUST a dog! Don't you ever DARE say he was just a dog!) She's a real dumb, lying bitch.
I just found out that she'd been calling herself 'Onna', a nickname of the sort, when she introduced herself to guys. I've been typing more than an hour, with breaks in between, and I will add-on when I gather more of my facts together... I'm still upset over my poor Max... :(
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