When I reached home from work yesterday, the maid was waiting for me at the door with Nizzar in her arms (baru lepas mandi). She tried to initiate conversation with me, but I buat jual mahal. She tanya sepatah, I jawab sepatah. I took Nizzar from her, and brought him upstairs to change him into his pyjamas. As I was going up the staircase, she said, "Hari ni saya nak masak sup ikan merah, ya kak Yati." I kept quiet.
On her good days, she'll "volunteer" cooking for dinner. Tak payah suruh, she knows what to cook. Sometimes she'd go the extra length by preparing sambal hijau lah, tempe goreng lah etc. She's a good cook. Sekali ajar, dia boleh buat. But on her mogok days, she'd pretend she has no idea what to cook or there's nothing in the fridge when there's plenty. "Kamu masak apa malam ni Sri?", I'd ask. Dengan selamba rocknya dia menjawab, "Entah...".
Entah??!! Tak ke menyirap darah ku?? Then, when I pressed her to cook, habis kelentung kelentang bunyi bising kat dapur, tanda protest ! Sabar... sabar...
Anyway, she made peace with me last night. After dinner, she kemas everything and then we all sat down to watch Ratatouille on DVD (yes, we allow the maid to watch TV with us, when her job is done). While watching, she kept on trying to make conversation with me. I acted indifferently.
I think she got the message, at least for now. We'll see how long she'll carry on behaving that way. Hopefully, it'll last more than one week (if I'm lucky...).