One week without a live-in maid.
One and a half years ago, Kamal and I eventually decided to hire a live-in maid when we ended up paying RM600 to the nursery, no thanks to our nature of work, which required us to travel frequently, at an extensive period of time. Our parents did volunteer to take care of little Khalish when we needed to be away for work, but, they had helped us in many ways that they deserved a good rest.
A warning: this is definitely a meticulous documentation.
My mother shared our situation with an aunt, and, she informed us that her child's maid did tell her about a relative who would like to work in Malaysia. The aunt happened to know the woman as her brother's child had hired this particular maid a few years ago. The maid returned to Indonesia because of the employers' divorce.
We prayed that she would be reliable, and kind.
She was. She did violate my instructions by lifting up a crying Khalish out of his playpen while cooking, which resulted in an accident. Otherwise, she was reliable, and kind. She woke up before Subuh to sweep and mop the entire house every day. Learning from the accident, she followed my instructions meticulously. She patiently humoured Khalish at playtime whenever we were not around, yet she was able to find the time to do the house chores. She even cooked for Khalish when I had to rush elsewhere. She learned my way with the laundry through observation. She even did gardening. Kamal and I could travel without worrying about the house or our son's well-being.
My mother became her friend. New clothes for her and her family members. Extra cash. More gifts the two times she went back to Indonesia.
We realised that a drama unfolded little by little when she went back there with the relative responsible for introducing her to us. Let us name the relative 'Y'. Y has also been a reliable maid to my cousin. Nevertheless, she could be aggressive when it came to money as she was challenged with problematic children back at home. My cousin and her mother tolerated Y's weakness considering her skills. They almost became doormats though. Y asked for intolerable amount of extra money once she was back in Indonesia for Aidilfitri, citing more problems. No money, no return. My cousin and her mother decided to put a stop to such extortion and they immediately ended Y's contract.
It was then that our former live-in maid started her text messages and calls. She asked for an amount of money, allegedly due to a complication with the immigration. The issue was never raised in her following text messages and calls as she realised that we had completed every single item needed by both Malaysian and Indonesian immigrations.
Then, she kept on contacting my mother. Yes, she had our numbers, but my mother was the most sympathetic of us three. My mother could not understand her requests, and kindly asked her to contact us instead as we were more used to her. The requests must have been a mere plot as she never contacted us again. Not even when we tried to contact her.
After a long silence, Kamal received a text message a day before her scheduled arrival here, "maaf bapa, bibik tidak boleh masuk", which raised our eyebrows. Kamal immediately called the number. She simply said that she could not enter Malaysia. No reason at all on her side. Being Kamal, he calmly advised her to go to the airport nevertheless and contact us if there was any problem. No contact would mean everything was all right. No contact. Kamal was at Low Cost Carrier Terminal by 10:00 p.m. After one hour since landing time, there was no sight of her. Kamal tried to call, to no avail. Up to today. My relatives who know us well concluded that she must have been pressured by Y to leave Malaysia.
All left to do now is a police report. Alhamdulillah, we managed to ask for her forgiveness before we departed for Hong Kong, and she, Indonesia. We wish her all the best now.
Kamal and I could already behold the silver lining behind those clouds.