I had an almost perfect house-help last year. Well, almost. I somehow adopted her when she was in need of a place to stay, and work. So I took her in and somehow gave her both. She worked for me and worked part time at my parent’s place too. Although she was pregnant, she was hired. But she was never given anything heavy to do, that she can not or would not do. In short, whatever she can do around my house, and my parent’s house, she can. We were lenient towards her, but she worked really well. Showing us that she is a very good house help. And she got double monthly payment, both from me and my parents. We pitied her so we made sure that she was also comfortable. When she gave birth, she had a month’s rest at their village. And when she came back, I look after her baby whenever she works at my parent’s house. Everything was okay, until her grandmother died and she flipped. Perhaps it was postpartum after four months giving birth, or she may have had nervous breakdown. All I remember was that, she was yet okay before she learned of her grandma’s death. After twelve days, she came back as an emotional wreck who cried most times, and even became aloof. She wouldn’t allow us to hold the baby, and would rather place her in the chicken coop that she managed to create weeks before leaving. What really made me afraid of her was that she took a pass on me during the night, on the same day she came home, after all those melodramatic moments that she wouldn’t talk to us and just cry. In the morning she carried around a knife, which made me lock her in, as I called on the Women’s Desk of the Carmen Police precinct to assist me, as well as the barangay tanod. I wanted her to go home to her parents because I was afraid of what she might do to me, to my daughter and brother and to herself and her baby. Because the night before, when I rejected her while making a pass on me, she somehow stated that she would just go home, and in the morning we will just hear on the news about her and her baby floating in the river. Although I have managed to cajole her at that time, in the morning it was a different story. To cut the story short, she was escorted by the barangay tanod out of my house after hours of not wanting to leave. She was said to have boarded the bus back to her village. And I thought everything was okay, except that a month after that, she had been harassing me on my cp.. Of course, I had to switch phones and homes.. That also led me to leave for Singapore.
Now, I dunno where she is but if there is a legacy that she has left me, it’s maintaining a vegetable garden.. After seven days here, we have managed to plant Lemongrass, Malabar Spinach or Malabar Nightshade (Alugbati) and Leeks.. Our small garden here already has chili, ginger and some other plants. I think I will ask from the department of agriculture some seeds to add here..
