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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I can't sleep
so I'm going to write about what happened.

Hopefully it'll make me feel better.

My maid, Junaeni; ran away.

Okay, this sounds bad, like I've been abusing her or something. But serious, this is one thing that really causes me to feel very much depressed.

Let me start from the beginning.

On our last night in Beijing, my dad got a call from his friend from the committee of Kepong Baru. He said that there was an outsider in our house, who lied poorly to the security guard that he had to enter the area due to a construction project in a nearby mosque. They discovered the guy in my house and the found out that he was my maid's boyfriend.

The thing is, she has lots of family problems - god knows how much she seems to suffer back in her home. She got married young, gave birth to a baby only to be left by her husband who took a mistress. She was nineteen when she started working for us, having lied in her permit. So she was really like an elder sister to us, considering the narrow age gap.

I wasn't around, but according to my mum - the person most affected by the course of events; she got a boyfriend (?) in Indonesia during her periodic breaks back to her hometown. The guy's mother threatened to marry him off to someone else if Junaeni went back to work for us. The thing is, she came back anyway, because she said she already promised, and anyway, it was only for another three more months.

Details are still hazy but we think her boyfriend flew to Indonesia to see her, and stayed in our house for awhile before being found out.

She left a letter, didn't touch anything but her passport and just left. She was afraid that we would send her back to the maid agency because she let her boyfriend into her house, something that we wouldn't have done anyway; we had already decided to pretend nothing happened. For it seems the maid agency is a freaky place her exact words "mereka akan menyiksa saya" ("they will torture me").

And I feel like crap because I wonder if I had been much nicer to her, attempted to get to know her better, she would trust us even more - just as we trusted her.

...

I hope you're okay out there. =/

12:59 AM

Saturday, December 5, 2009

I can't sleep
so I'm going to write about what happened.

Hopefully it'll make me feel better.

My maid, Junaeni; ran away.

Okay, this sounds bad, like I've been abusing her or something. But serious, this is one thing that really causes me to feel very much depressed.

Let me start from the beginning.

On our last night in Beijing, my dad got a call from his friend from the committee of Kepong Baru. He said that there was an outsider in our house, who lied poorly to the security guard that he had to enter the area due to a construction project in a nearby mosque. They discovered the guy in my house and the found out that he was my maid's boyfriend.

The thing is, she has lots of family problems - god knows how much she seems to suffer back in her home. She got married young, gave birth to a baby only to be left by her husband who took a mistress. She was nineteen when she started working for us, having lied in her permit. So she was really like an elder sister to us, considering the narrow age gap.

I wasn't around, but according to my mum - the person most affected by the course of events; she got a boyfriend (?) in Indonesia during her periodic breaks back to her hometown. The guy's mother threatened to marry him off to someone else if Junaeni went back to work for us. The thing is, she came back anyway, because she said she already promised, and anyway, it was only for another three more months.

Details are still hazy but we think her boyfriend flew to Indonesia to see her, and stayed in our house for awhile before being found out.

She left a letter, didn't touch anything but her passport and just left. She was afraid that we would send her back to the maid agency because she let her boyfriend into her house, something that we wouldn't have done anyway; we had already decided to pretend nothing happened. For it seems the maid agency is a freaky place her exact words "mereka akan menyiksa saya" ("they will torture me").

And I feel like crap because I wonder if I had been much nicer to her, attempted to get to know her better, she would trust us even more - just as we trusted her.

...

I hope you're okay out there. =/

12:59 AM