she's so loyal...(short story)

Today i didn't go to school. I have to stay home because i twisted my right ankle. Dad has left for the office, and mom has been out of town for three days to attend a seminar on child's psychology. Alfian my elder brother, had to leave early because he had to see his math teacher. My eldest brother Qotrun, is now in Holland continuing his studies. But I'm not alone. I have somebody taking care of me. She's our maid, Mbak Tarmi. Now, let me tell you how important she is to my family.
Before we came back to Jakarta--my father was posted in Budapest for four years--Mbak Tarmi used to work for a British family as a babysitter and then a cook for almost five year. She's good at cooking Indonesian dishes as well as Western cuisine. My whole family loves her cooking.
Mbak Tarmi is also a loving and caring person. She provides us not only with delicious food, clean clothing, and a clean house, but also with a feeling of comfort. Today, Mbak Tarmi has to help me go to the bathroom, get my clothes and food and so on.
Two hours ago, Mbak Tarmi came to me and said, "Nia. would you like me to massage your ankle? It's going to be a bit painful, but normally it helps." Reluctantly, I said: "Uhm.. Ok, but do it gently, please." Saying a few words in Arabic. Mbak Tarmi started to massage my ankle. It was extremly painful and I screamed at the top of my voice. But with her comforting words i managed to bear it till the end of torture. Now i feel a bit better, althouugh i still can't move around on my own.
It seems that Mbak Tarmi's also a person who's good in treating sick people using alternative methods. How will i be able to live without this dedicated and dependable person?
She's so loyal.