I will never forget the day I caught my Indonesian maid using black magic on me.
It all started one evening when I was at home alone. I was sitting in my living room, watching TV, when I heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen. I got up and walked to the kitchen to investigate, and that’s when I saw her.
My Indonesian maid was standing in front of the stove, holding a photograph of my family. She was chanting something in a language I didn’t understand. I was so stunned that I couldn’t move. I watched as she started to burn the photograph, and the smell of smoke filled the air.
That’s when I realized what she was doing. She was using black magic on me. I was so shocked and scared that I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there and watched her for what felt like an eternity.
When she finally finished, she turned to face me. I was so scared that I couldn’t speak. I just stared at her in disbelief. She smiled at me and said, “Now you will listen to me.”
At first I had no idea what she was talking about.
I was so confused and scared that I couldn’t think straight. But then it dawned on me. She was trying to control me with black magic.
I was so angry and scared that I finally found my voice. I shouted at her, “What are you doing? How dare you use black magic on me!” She just smiled and said, “It’s the only way I can make you listen to me.”
I was so angry that I wanted to strangle her. But then I realized that she was just a poor, desperate woman who was trying to make a living. I decided to take a different approach. I asked her why she was using black magic on me.
She looked down and said, “I’m sorry. I was desperate. I needed the money and I thought this was the only way.” I could see the fear and desperation in her eyes and I felt sorry for her. I asked her why she needed the money and she told me that her family was in dire need of money.
I felt so sorry for her that I couldn’t bring myself to be angry with her. Instead, I gave her an extra $100 she needed for her family.
But I send her away the next day.