My story as women worker (TKW)

Departure to Mecca is the 3rd time that I became a migrant in the Middle East after my experience in kuwait and jubail. Economic needs and the spirit of helping the family of the economic difficulties it became the most powerful reasons to leave the scores even though the man who wanted to marry me a wife. With the experience and desire to succeed me enroll in a PJTKI. No need to tell you or will tell the other stories in the area keberadaaku PJTKI. Fulfilling my desire pair of gold bracelets that I get from rest to earn a livelihood in jubail sold for registration costs and the needs of my life at the shelter.
After waiting for about 1 month I was sent to the employer promises to be better I serve is good walu family so the doctrine that good and I should always be robust according to the maids who depart. Dibandara I picked up one of the official agent of the employer there is not a reason to meet with employers on vacation.
The next day I was at home employers who welcomed me with hospitality typical saudi nation. I'm used to welcome and always expect a smile and kindness into their daily lives. But the desire to have a good employer that soon disappeared after a small mistake that should not be a problem as I did I verbally made a big mistake. In my heart I should kutekadkan prepared to face the real temperament of my new employer. Incidentally my employer has a fussy child who was always crying as they are always preoccupied with a honeymoon baby and felt it was a slave who had purchased new. Fussiness children are always the main problem I get yelled at and abused. I started a fight when they do respond to rudeness I attempted their roughness and at the third month I've had enough sense of their treatment and asked to be returned to the agent. I fulfilled my request brought to the agent and brought to their offices. There was mennunggu their employees including an Indonesia. An instant feeling of security after the Arabs lost the interrogating me after I told him that they were treating me harshly. A slap on the cheek and flew I hold no crying on the second question I answered as I say and not understanding what I get but a few punches landed in advance and my body. Was crushed face and my body. Without the results I was dragged back home even though my employer employer promised to treat myself better. Day 3 began to return to my master slap beberapakali get every damned. Insults and invective into the food each day is not a serious problem but increasing the employer's behavior when trying to rudeness with hard objects which endanger jiwaku.Aku always reject violence in any form because I know all their character and refusal to excuse employers treat roughly man myself though I sometimes fight. While employers come to the suffering of women in the form of insults and other rudeness. I was never afraid to face the employer where the roughness sister always get every damned.
Defenses faltered again and I again asked to be returned to the agent in the hope that agents believe the story but again I got another harsh treatment. Employers agent front man slapped cheek until blackened. I was dragged by the arab agent into the room and though I still fear being dragged and fear began to haunt me. In the room I was asked again the reason for asking for leave but was answered by slapping both cheeks until it was swollen sore. Indonesia sees people enter and watch as the two times I was asked and re-punched and slapped by then he just held the hand of the Arabs. The fear was back when people were out of Indonesia and the Arabs seemed to be kind enough to seduce me with my employer but I do not want to hand the agent who squeezed my butt and back furious when I refused God still helps me when my master came in and asked what had happened. With a face full of hypocrisy agency head kissed cheeks and show that I have been guided. I was dragged back home boss this time I do not believe anymore with all the sweet promises and persuasion employer.
I think the madness really getting into some employers who try do violence break though I have suffered with the punches and insults. Often times I had to run back to the room and locked myself away. The fear was happening when I was terrified and immediately I quickly hid in the closet about a few hours.
One day I was cooking when the kitchen employer approached him and tried mengangguku by threatening to hit me with a bottle. I can not stand it and I have to survive with a knife I picked up my crying I grabbed the knife swinging a broom and turned also to pursue their Play in the end they all left. I went back to the room a bath until they know and to be panic. They seduce me to come out and apologize but I do not want to grant the request for repatriation. Finally they put me to the agent. Arriving at the agent fears haunt me but maybe I have a year to work my agent did not treat me with a rough and they agreed to return me to Indonesia.
Some stories do not write about how I sent a letter to go through the garbage and experiences faced by employers brothers. Thank God I got to Indonesia despite the fact I'm back with another story in the city of Dammam. Sallam to another TKI luck Mesi