From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: EDWARD'S CHILDREN 2   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
       Chapter 2.  SARAH REVEALS HER LURID PAST, AND GEORGE'S SECRET.   
      
       The next morning, our maid, Sujatmi (Suja), was knocking on the door an   
   hour early.  We'd had Suja for about 5 years, she came three mornings a   
   week, which is enough for us.  Maids in Indonesia are usually country girls   
   from families that can't afford them or who want to get them out to work to   
   bring in some hard currency.  Parents try to place the with richer   
   relatives when their about twelve or thirteen years old.  If they can't do   
   that by the time they reach eighteen, they send them to the city to get   
   work as a maid.  I've seen these in the homes of Indonesian friends and   
   whereas some are welcomed as an additional member of the family, albeit a   
   working one, others are treated poorly.   
      
       All the expat accommodations have quarters for maids.  It usually   
   consists of a bedroom and shower the other side of the kitchen, i.e.  there   
   would be an entry into the kitchen from the main part of the house and a   
   door the other side leading to the maid's quarters.  Some expats,   
   especially those with kids have 'live in maids' and most maids prefer the   
   security that arrangement brings, others do days here and half days there   
   which earns them more money but is less secure.  Suja was probably unable   
   to get a 'live in job' because she has a child.   
      
       Pam dealt with the maids, I kept well clear as Pam was always moaning   
   about them being lazy or stealing food.  I knew Suja was 25 years old, I'd   
   seen her daughter occasionally, she looked to be about twelve years old.   
   Pam told me the girl was retarded, or whatever the politically correct term   
   is now.  Suja looked like she was wearing her Sunday clothes.   
      
       "Mr Edward can I speak with you?" she asked.  The maids don't look at   
   you when they speak to you, I'm not sure if it's a respect thing or whether   
   they're frightened you're going to jump their bones.  Of course Suja knew   
   Pam was in the UK, they know everything that's going on.  She asked me if   
   she could live in the maid's quarters offering to work for free for the   
   privilege.  I explained how Pam didn't like other people living in the   
   house.  She explained that one of her employers had finished their contract   
   and returned to America and the loss of that income had meant that she'd   
   lost her accommodation which was a hovel in one of the shanty towns.  She   
   was bunking in with friends, sleeping on their floor but they'd told her   
   she must find somewhere soon.  I felt sorry for her but I didn't need   
   trouble or grief from Pam.   
      
       She started crying.  "Please, please Mr Edward, just for a short time,   
   I'll find somewhere soon." "Let me think about it," I told her.  "Thank   
   you, thank you," she said dropping to her knees and kissing my hand.   
   "Suja. I'm not promising anything," I said.  I thought I'd ask around, see   
   if anybody needed a live in maid.  I tried but as soon as they heard that   
   she had a kid, they'd give her work but they wouldn't have them live in.   
      
       I mentioned it to Pam during one of our telephone calls and her attitude   
   was that it was on my head if anything went missing and she had to be out   
   of the house before she got back.   
      
       Wednesday morning Suja was there bright and early again.  "Suja, I have   
   some good news and some bad news for you" I said.  "I think I have found   
   you some extra work with colleagues but none of them want a live in maid."   
   I gave her the names and telephone numbers of three colleagues.  "You can   
   use my phone to call them and discuss what they want.  Have you found   
   yourself somewhere to stay?" I asked.  "No Mr Edward" she replied.  "OK   
   Suja this is the deal," I said.  "You can stay here temporarily." I   
   stressed it must be temporary and you must get your own place as soon as   
   you can.  "If Pam comes back before you find somewhere you must leave, do   
   you understand Suja, you cannot stay here when Pam comes back." "Yes sir,"   
   she replied.   
      
       "And, whilst you're here," I said, "you and your daughter must stay in   
   your quarters when I am in the house, unless you're cleaning of course." "I   
   mean I don't want you or your daughter wondering round when I'm here."   
   "Also you must not take any of my food, but you can use the washing machine   
   and you can keep your food in my fridge but you mustn't take anything that   
   belongs to me." "You can use the telephone but only for local calls." "With   
   regards to what I pay you, I know you offered to work for free but I will   
   continue to pay you as normal so that you are able to get your own place   
   more quickly, do you understand?" I asked with a stern purpose.  "Yes Mr.   
   Edward," she sobbed.   
      
       That afternoon I get a call from Sarah.  "Hi Eddie, how are you?" "Fine,   
   what's new?" I replied.  "George is on the 8am flight to Surabaya tomorrow,   
   I'm dropping him at the airport, he's not due back until 5pm Friday," she   
   told me with distinctly excited voice.  "Do you want to come to my place or   
   shall I come to yours?" she asked.  "Yours might be better," I replied "I   
   have a little problem." "What's that?" she asked in a worried voice.  "I   
   now have a live in maid," I told her.  "WHAT!" she screamed.  "I know, I   
   know, I'm not happy about it but it's just temporary," I told her.  "What   
   do you mean?" she said.  I explained the situation with Suja.  "You know   
   the longer she's there, the more likely she is to clock us don't you?" she   
   warned.  "I know that," I said, "but I'm happy that she has more to lose   
   than we do.  She's a quiet girl and she's absolutely petrified of ending up   
   unemployed and out on the streets." "I hope you're right," she said.   
   "Right, my place it is.  I'll call you tomorrow to confirm the   
   arrangements."   
      
       I got home to an empty house.  I changed, sorted myself a meal and was   
   watching T.V.  when I heard a toilet flush in the maids quarters.  Tapping   
   on the door Suja opened it.  She'd taken me a my word to shut herself in   
   there whilst I was home - good girl.   
      
       "Hello Suja, I just wanted to know if everything was alright." I could   
   see her daughter peeking through the crack in the door.  "Is this your   
   daughter?" "Yes sir." She rattled something off in Indonesian to the girl   
   and she came to the front.  She rattled off again and the little girl, eyes   
   lowered, extended a hand.   
      
       "This is Tuti" she said, "She will not disturb you," she added with some   
   conviction.  I shook her hand.  "Tuti, that's a nice name." I told her "How   
   old are you?" "I'm twelve sir" she replied.   
      
       She was pretty, average build, about 4' 6" tall with long straight black   
   hair, an olive complexion and big brown eyes.  She's wearing a long baggy   
   'T' shirt which looked like she'd been using as a sleeping shirt.  It was   
      
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