PART 1
I heard
with trepidation the supervising officer’s sharp voice, “Mollie Apuya, in my
office this instant.”
I hastily
wiped my hands in my large white working apron as I abandoned my hand washing
sink and rushed to the other side of the large ‘classroom’ where the office of
Miss Renata Vigo, my immediate supervising officer, was behind a glass panel.
I slightly
curtseyed in front of her saying in my trained voice, “Yes Ma’am, you asked for
me, Ma’am!”
“Yes, Mollie,
I asked for you because I have news,” she looked at me as my legs started
trembling, what news I started wondering. At this stage in my life any kind of
news was scary for me. What next I wondered?
“There is a
job offer for you from Singapore !’
She said that phrase looking at me expectantly. It was well known to all
students at Manila ’s state-run Housemaids Academy
that to get a job in Singapore
was quite prestigious for a maid. Much better than those harsh Middle Eastern
Muslim countries.
I looked back at her confused; I wasn’t certain if I should be happy or worried. I had no idea what that meant for me. After three months in
Renata
looked at me puzzled this time. “You don’t seem very excited girl, aren’t you
happy that you found a job? They pay well in Singapore and you will be able to
support comfortably whatever family you have here or abroad.”
I looked at
her again trying to look excited this time, “Of course I am excited, Ma’am. It just
came as a surprise to me. Does my employer here Mrs. Rodriguez know?”
By that
stage my accented elementary English became like a second nature to me. I
haven’t spoken proper English in months and I started wondering if I still
could do it.
“Of course
Juanita knows, I told her first, you know that she is a close friend of mine
and you must always thank her that she convinced me to let you follow classes
here, bypassing the rules that apply to most of the girls who come here to learn
how to be proper domestics.”
“Of course,
Ma’am, and I thank you once more for being so kind to me, I learned quite a lot
here; those classes for nannies in particular were quite informative to me, I
had no idea about babies before I came here.” I answered eagerly thinking at
the same time that half of my savings, about $500, was given to Miss Renata
as a ‘present’ from Juanita to facilitate my entrance to the Housemaids Academy ,
bending the rules slightly.
“That’s
good to hear, Mollie, because the request I have here from the agency is that
this family of four in Singapore
has requested for a maid and nanny, apparently they have two very young
children.”
Another wave
of fear and anxiety went through me like an electric current. A maid and a nanny
in Singapore ?
It sounded quite surreal to me, though I should have been used by now to the
sudden changes in my life without my consent.
I found the
courage to ask Renata, “May I ask how I was selected, Ma’am?”
She looked
at me as if I was an ignorant idiot. “The computer of course, Mollie, the
computer made the match. The domestic agency you are registered with provides
CVs for all the future FDWs to Singapore .
It seems that your European background and experience made the difference. The
family that asked for you has clearly a European background.”
She stopped
and then added sternly, “Of course you are going to be interviewed in a couple
of days by the Manila representative of the
domestic agency. I’ll let you know tomorrow about that. Now run back to
whatever you were doing and pay more attention to what you learn here, probably
you will be going within a week.”
“Yes
Ma’am,” I said curtseying as I turned to run back to my sink to complete my
lesson of hand washing delicate items.
Later as I
was sitting in the jeepney’s bench going back to Juanita’s house I started
thinking about the past three months in Manila .
Sitting among all those Filipinos going back home from work, feeling hot and
sticky under my uniform dress I realized that I still couldn’t get used to the
humidity of the tropical climate.
Juanita
proved to be a very stern and demanding employer and her son Benito, though
superficially pleasant, had a rather difficult side. I soon found out that I had
to work under strict rules in the house. I wasn’t allowed to use any internal
bathroom or toilet and I only was allowed to use the washing machine once a
week. I could rest and relax in my shed or ‘prison cell’ as I started calling
it. Occasionally I was allowed to watch some TV programs only when the family
was present and that was for the improvement of my Tagalog as Juanita used to
tell me.
Every
second day I spent several hours in Juanita’s hairdressing salon where I worked
as an apprentice. Under Juanita’s guidance I learned how to do manicures and
pedicures and how to wash hair.
I was quite
amused though with Benito who at the salon was acting completely as Benita.
Wearing a pink smock and with makeup and lipstick on he was acting like a
competent female hairdresser. Even his mother and most of the clients were
calling him Benita as if this was the most natural thing. I admired Filipinos
for this rather unexpected lack of prejudice towards the effeminate lad.
And then
Juanita announced to me that I had to join the Manila Housemaids
Academy to improve my
domestic and childcare skills. She had to explain to me that she had to pay her
friend Renata some under the table money so I could be accepted as an ‘external
pupil’ for a period of four to six weeks.
As the
jeepney approached my stop I let a sigh because I knew that I had to rush in,
tidy up the house and start dinner for the family. A maid’s work is never done
I thought to myself as I stood up from my seat getting ready to get off.
PART 2
The
interview happened faster than I expected. As soon as I arrived the next day to the
Academy and changed to my working clothes Renata called me in her office where
a skinny Chinese-looking man was sitting in a chair opposite her office.
“Mollie,
this is Mr. Li Cheng, the Manila representative of the Singapore domestic
agency. He will ask you a few questions; please answer as truthfully as
possible. You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Li has done that hundreds of
times before and he can instantly tell how truthful you are.”
She turned
to him as she started departing the room, “Mollie is yours, Mr. Li, do let me
know when you finish, I have to do my rounds now and check what our pupils are
up to, sometimes you can witness things in this place that are out of this
world, those country girls as so ignorant sometimes and manage to do terrible
mistakes."
Mr. Li
nodded politely and turned to me as I was still standing awkwardly in front of
him, dressed in the Academy’s morning uniform, short sleeved light blue dress
with a white collar covered modestly by a plain bib white apron.
He never
asked me to sit down, and without any small talk he looked at his laptop screen
and started the questions in accented English that was hard to understand.
“Your name
is Mollie Apuya and you were born in Romania Europe where you grew up in an
orphanage, possibly the illegitimate child of a Filipino father and a Romanian
Gypsy mother. Is that correct, girl?”
I nearly
curtseyed to him as I answered, “Yes Sir, I grew up in an orphanage in Romania and I was told later by my first
employer in Milan , Italy that my father was Filipino
and my mother Romanian Gypsy.”
“I can tell
that your English is passable enough. Are you familiar with the English
vocabulary that has to do with housekeeping, cooking and taking care of
children, Mollie?”
“I think so,
sir,” I answered truthfully, “I can also speak some Italian, sir, that I had to
learn when I was working in Italy .”
“Yes, I can
see that in your CV, but it will be hardly necessary if you go to Singapore to
work. You only need English there.”
“Of course,
sir, I understand, sir” I said with a slight curtsey again. My God I was so intuned to that movement now; it became a second nature to me like addressing
everybody as sir and ma’am, including occasionally people younger than me.
“Now,
Mollie,” Mr Li continued, “Do you know how to cook? Do you know oriental
cooking?”
“I learned
how to cook first in Milan where I was doing
more Western dishes and recently here in Manila my current employer, Mrs. Juanita Rodriguez, taught me how to cook some Filipino
dishes, sir.”
I paused
briefly, then added, “I am sorry, sir, but I am not familiar with Chinese
cooking, sir.”
“Ah,” Mr.
Li said looking at his laptop again. “It won’t be necessary, girl, to know
Chinese cooking; your potential employers are interested more for the standard
Western cuisine.”
He looked at
me again and suddenly opened a file and gave me a single piece of paper telling
me at the same time, “Now, Mollie, I want to check your reading abilities in
English. Read to me please this recipe.”
I took the
paper and looked at it, it was a recipe in English for spaghetti bolognaise!
I slightly
blushed as I started reading slowly, trying to maintain my funny accent,
“Ingredients: 1 kilo of ground beef, 1 large onion chopped, 2 garlic cloves
crushed, 2 table spoons oil, 2 table spoons…”
“That’s enough, girl,” Mr. Li stopped me with
his hand; “I can see you manage to read even if you do it slowly.”
He then
passed me another sheet of paper, this time blank, and a pencil saying at the
same time, “Now, I want you to write something for me, come to the desk and
I’ll dictate a few simple phrases.”
I
approached the desk as he started his dictation, ‘My name is Mollie Apuya, I am
a Filipina 26 years old and I applied to work as a domestic worker in
Singapore.’
I am
normally left handed but this time I thought of writing with my right hand
which was difficult and slow for me, just what was needed for this peculiar
test.
So I wrote
in a childish manner with a few deliberate mistakes, ‘My name is Molie Apuya, I am
Filipina 26 year old and I aply to work as a domestic worker in singapura.’
I gave the
piece of paper to Mr. Li who smiled condescendingly, saying at the same time, “I
guess that’s OK, Mollie, nobody expects anything more from a nearly illiterate
girl like you and after all you are there to work as a maid, not a university
professor.”
“Yes, sir,”
I answered with a hint of a smile, thinking how surprised he would have been if
he knew he was talking to a PhD.
He looked
once more to his laptop and said, “I guess we are done here, girl, I’ll send an
e-mail to Renata and your current employer Mrs. Rodriguez to let them know the
details of your employment as a FDW.
I’ll need your passport of course and you will have to sign certain
papers for your work visa. I think that within a week you will be able to
travel to Singapore.”
My feet
were trembling again and my stomach was churning. Finally it was happening, I
was about to start my first job as a Filipina maid and nanny for a family I
never met before. I managed to answer to Mr. Li though, “Thank you, sir, I’ll
have to let my employer know, she is the one who has my passport for
safekeeping.”
“And that’s
very wise girl, you wouldn’t want to lose such a serious document. And of
course when in Singapore you will give your passport to your new employers; all
you need there is a special work permit, something like an identity card.
Singapore authorities are very strict with foreign domestics and you wouldn’t
like to cross them.”
“Of course,
sir," I answered feeling the fear mounting again inside me.
“You can go
back to your classes or whatever duties you are assigned to and please tell
Miss Renata that she can get back to her office, I’ll wait here to have another
word with her. Bye girl and good luck.”
“Thank you,
sir, good bye, sir,” I answered with a curtsey as I turned around to go.
fantastic! looking forward to more soon! still hoping that her english will degrade further and i definitely see ways that can happen.
ReplyDeleteYes, great addition. Can't wait for the continuation now. I also find the language aspect of the story very interesting. What are the ways you think it can be taken further?
DeleteGetting full health and dental coverage as part of her work.
DeleteShe breaks her left hand and need to have her fingers reset, destroys her ability to write.
She has cavities and the mistress takes the opportunity to request the dentist, a personal friend, to set her teeth and inject her tongue with botox or deadening agen to force Speech patterns.
Also continue with the soapies but maybe have her seek solace in tagalog somehow. I don't know if that would be through filipino friends or a Filipino love interest.
What a nice story Monica, thank you so much. Mollys new family may be European and they may not want Molly's pidgin English to "taint" the kids English. So Molly may be forbidden to speak any English to the kids. If the family is Italian the can use this language to address Molly and she may be allowed pidgin Italian only to answer the adults. Other than that she is not allowed to talk.
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Grey Master.
Great story, Monica. I hope you will continue this. There are so many good possibilities. I think Singapore could demand a biometric pasport. With fingerprints, iris or even DNA being taken. Just for giving work permission.And our heroine getting more stuck.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this story. Would be good to hear about what Mollie did while employed as a housemaid at Mrs Rodriguez's house and at her beauty salon.
ReplyDeleteAnd did you know. The students in the Housemaid's Academy have a nice tradition. When a student leaves or graduates she gets as a proud suvenir a tattooed tramp stamp with the logo of the Academy and text MAID.
ReplyDeleteLove the story. Please publish the next episode soon. Want to see Molly humiliated even more and remain a maid forever.
ReplyDeleteWaiting for the next chapter. The story was going strong but now somehow disappiered.
ReplyDeleteMore chapters!!
ReplyDeleteThis story definitely needs and earns continuation. Lady Charlotte started it with two chapters. Monica Graz has developed It further to become a great story of Ladies Becoming Maids. Can't wait her writing about what is happening to Mollie. Loosing old identity. Biometric pasport of Philippines (First biometric), cosmetic surgery, Singapore.
ReplyDeleteCan't agree more. This is one of the best maid transformation stories I have ever read. I hope the update comes soon! Mollie's journey is far from over.
DeleteThere are so many possibilities for this great story. Mollie could have cosmetic surgery and getting permanently slanted eyes. I think her hait must be naturally black and Eyes brown. After working all the time as a maid she has losed weight. She is a small Asian woman now, maybe 45 kg. Her Italian mistress or her former English friend payed for the cosmetic surgery and maybe also for breast reduction.
ReplyDeleteYes, I would also like for Mollie to go through a racial transformation and completely go native. What a disturbing yet delightful thought.
DeleteEarly on in the series, Julia/Molly described herself as Signora's slave. Hope we see Molly slip deeper into slavery.
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