The Black Valley Becomes the Empress
Part 2

It's been 2 days since I signed with Mr. Kuncoro. For the past 2 days, mba Rina has been taking me to butiq to pick me a new dress. Indeed the clothes chosen mba rina very good and beautiful, before I never had a shirt this expensive. But all his clothes were open on the chest, and so short. Very short, so that maybe when I bend over, my underwear will be clearly visible. I dare not refuse the choice mba rina. Maybe later the clothes will only fill my closet, without me wearing it. Maybe only occasionally when I was in my room, even then just to appreciate the giving mba rina only.

Some of the complementary facilities of my room were not spared from the view of mba rina when in the mall. Room fragrances, wall hangings, flower vases are also some other items to beautify my room. Makes me feel comfortable in it.

"Mba, what's all this doing. How should I repay mba rina's actions" I asked innocently. Mba Rina just smiled not answering my question. I went back to silence. The sun had long since sunk, when me and mba Rina came out of the mall. Mba Rina's face looked very tired at this moment. "Mba, we're going home now. Mba Rina seems to be tired"

"Today you have to go to the salon first, make some kind of treatment. Tomorrow you can rest all day, tomorrow you will start your work" I just nodded to mba rina. Absolutely do not dare to argue mba rina.

About 3 hours I spent in the salon, the driver who had taken us to the mall was ready behind the wheel. Ready to take us home.

I haven't been able to lay down my body, someone knocked on my door from outside. "Yes for a minute" I replied. I hurried to open the door. The middle-aged woman I had met in the Kuncoro sir room seemed to be seen in the doorway. Mami farida, that's how they call her. Her beautiful face smiled at me. I returned his smile. I have to give Mami Farida a thumbs up. At the age that is not young anymore, his skin is still tight and smooth. Diligent treatment. That's how Mba rina answered when I asked about Mami Farida.

"May Mami come in?" ask her when I'm pecking in front of her. This time I looked more friendly than before.

"Eh sorry mi. Please" answered.

"Where is rina? Have you bought you a new shirt?" ask Mom after sitting on the couch. His hands started to smoke.

"I've mi..." My answer is a little trembling. I don't know what kind of figure this Mami Farida is. Sometimes he is so kind and friendly. But a few seconds later he could speak firmly with a cynical look.

"Why you? Afraid of mom?" ask again. His eyes are staring hard at me. I dare not raise my face to look back at him. "Tomorrow at night you can start working" he exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke from his mouth. "Mommy here doesn't have to explain anything to you anymore, but I think you understand everything" she paused for a moment before she continued her sentence again. "It's all written on our contract. And you've signed that contract, which means you've agreed to everything"

"Yes, I'm ready for work from tomorrow" I said hesitantly.

"Don't take heart from mom. Mommy's a good koq. Loving too, as long as not to be denied his words" said mba Rina after closing the door.

"I don't know what my mom talked to me about" I said.

"What do you know?"

"Everything is mba"

"Don't tell me you didn't read your contract letter" said rina full of questioning. Mba Rina looked surprised "Geez**** so much lo. You know what work is here?" Ask again.

"Servant right? I'll take a quick look at the title of the contract"

"The man in the bed" said mba rina. I was surprised. For the first time I condemned myself to be so careless as not to read the contents of the contract of labor I had signed on stamp duty. "Do you mean me?" I can't answer Rina's questions. Two tears began to drip from the corner of my eye.

"What should I do now?"

"just 1. Start preparing yourself"

"But I can't mba"

"There is no other option Queenza. If you leave here, the mami people will chase you" tears continue to pour profusely. Several times mba Rina tried to calm me with her words. But I still can't wipe my tears. There is a sense of disappointment that fills my chest cavity, but in addition to that feeling I do not know, am I able to say no during an interview the other day if I had known this type of work? I think maybe not. I will keep going, even if I have to be a comforting woman.The only reason I am is for my family. I was the first child to have to take care of all the needs of our family. Especially now that the condition of the father is declining. If only you hadn't left us... Ahhh... I no longer care about the woman who gave birth to me. Women who have succeeded in making my childhood and my brothers not as beautiful as the childhood of our friends. I still clearly remember how Mom left back then. Taking all the money from my father mortgaged the house we were in at the time. Money that you should use for capital open stalls. But the woman viciously took all her money, got us kicked out of the house a year later when she couldn't make it back.