...and now we have Manang K's daughter, Yaya R. and do you want me to describe it? ITS A WAKING NIGHTMARE. i have no other words to describe it.
sure, i understand her. she misses her family so much. she refused to have dinner and cried herself to sleep after spending 1 night with us (she arrived march 20), to the worry of our other help, Ate R. but yesterday, i think was the icing on the cake. i usually don't allow our help to do some work on sundays but she insisted, so i told her to wash our clothes to take advantage of the heat. i told her to get some breakfast, she said she'll eat after her task. so i let her. she finished around 9 in the morning, and i asked my husband to make her eat some breakfast and she said again later. at this point, i was annoyed. i mean, i'm not making her do anything destructive right? it's for her well-being, not mine. i decided to deal with her. i knocked her room and told her to get some breakfast. i was not screaming but my voice was commanding. she just shook her head and said nothing, so that got me more annoyed. believe me, i was straining myself not to get mad. i told her skipping breakfast is not good, and i want her to eat because she is working and needs her energy. i ended it with saying, "please eat now.." and when i turned my back, she slammed the door. WHAAAAT?! i was enraged. i told my husband to make the damn woman eat or she will really hear it from me. my husband knocked gently (my hubby is really more controlled with his temper than me, you can say that and i will not deny...) and called her name. no answer. he knocked again. no answer again. Y needed to get out for a meeting and he just ended his knock with, "please try to eat lunch.."