I saw the maid in front of Madam fall down, so I hurried to help her. The fear that entered me, Kenan, made me want to run out because of her. But bringing the food was a problem because her job was to confirm that the food had been eaten, and there was also a time schedule given to her specifically about how she should handle things concerning the back part.
There were also warnings given to her that anytime she broke the rules, she would be dismissed.
Everywhere by 4pm, there was no maid who would come to the back part of the flat, not even to sweep in front of their rooms.
In the house there were over 10 different maids, apart from those who took care of matters concerning the premises of the house.
From the way the maid got up, it was clear she wasn’t fine and didn’t want to go to the other part.
The maid thought that was all — that she should go downstairs because she knew she had been dismissed, Kenan. She herself was relieved and showed some sign of relief.
The walkway connected to the living room. There was no noise, except the sound of heels walking — Saint Laurent red heels that made their clean, beautiful feet stand out.
The scent of bakhoor was what filled the parlor, with a calmness that was different.
She was walking through the middle of the parlor and stopped by one side, looking around. There was no dust or spot, and everything sparkled.
The parlor was beautifully furnished, everything in the parlor was black and gold.
A feeling of curiosity made her turn her gaze toward the kitchen in her section.
A young lady came out wearing a uniform of a shirt and trousers, like the other maids, but this one’s color was different — hers was blue.
She was holding an electric cleaner and a duster, she had just finished cleaning.
She saw that Madam had quickly bowed down to the ground.
"Is this the time you’re supposed to finish work in the afternoon?"
Hidaya asked the maid, looking at her with a stern and serious expression.
The young lady’s body started trembling. She bowed down and started blinking.
"4pm madam"
The girl answered in broken Arabic because she wasn’t fluent. She was Senegalese.
"How many years have you been working here? Which agency brought you here?
Don’t you know my rules? Anywhere past 4, I don’t want to see anyone in my section?"
The girl started crying out of fear of what would happen next.
Stammering, she started talking:
"I was brought here yesterday ma’am. I’m among those that were recruited as new workers this month madam. I’m sorry madam, I didn’t
