Bossy maid Episode 5

👩🏼‍🦱👩‍🍳Bossy maid👩🏼‍🦱👩‍🍳
(👩‍💼🎀She’s the boss👩‍💼🎀, 👨‍💼🤫I’m the maid🤫👨‍💼)
❣️ Written by Haryormideh Ayeni ❣️
🌺🌺🧸 Episode five🌺🌺🧸
Flynn ❣️❣️
“Did I tell you Eva?” I asked my wife as we sat across each other eating
“Tell me what?” She replied with a mouthful.
” Donald has a maid” I grinned
“Tell me another joke” she said in a fli-pp@n-t manner.
“Have I ever lied to you Eva?” I put a hand over my che-st.
“Today, when I called at lunch, you told me you were eating the food I prepared for you but you were eating anothe instead”
Ohgawd….why did you give me a witch as wife??
“How…di….did y-you know?” I stuttered
“Call it a woman’s sixth s-en-se, especially a wife’s”
“Well believe me now, Donald has a maid and it was her food I was eating when you called” I felt plea-sed with myself to be the first telling her.
“Can we visit this weekend?” Her eyes lit up.
“Don’t tell me you want to matchmake them.”
“No, I’m going to warn her to stay away from Donald so he doesn’t hurt her and do exactly as he says. I hope she lives throu-gh till I get there”
“I don’t think she’s intimid@t£d by him though”
“You can’t say that….” She st©pped talking and listening to the sound that was coming from our three year old daughter’s room.
“Your baby nee-ds attention” she said to me.
“Isn’t she our baby?” I replied dre-ading to go to Lina’s room. She won’t let me off easily.
Eva stood up and packed our plates “you don’t want our daughter disturbing the neighborhood, do you?” She ruffled my hair and gave me the don’t-argue-with-me look. “Good luck” she added
I gulped and walked slowly to our daughter’s room.
She st©pped crying when she saw me and stretched both arms towards me with bright eyes “Flying” she called out my name.
“This is going to be a long night” I whined internally.
Donald 🍂🍂
I watched her retreating back in annoyance and went to the kitchen to heat up the food. The only good thing about her stay here since three days ago is her food. I must admit, she has good cooking skills.
When I was throu-gh, I locked the shutters, the doors and switched off the lights before heading to my room.
What word can I use to qualify my f0rç£d maid.
I brou-ght out my ex’s picture and studied her face. That has being my ritual every night for the past two years. It’s still surprising that someone I loved could become a beast yet I can’t find myself unloving her. I sighed and put her picture back in my wallet and sle-pt, welcoming the nightmares that would follow as usual.
Next morning 🌷🌷
I woke up to the sound of my be-droom door opening.
I sat up quic-kly and watched her pick the dirty clothes I had deliberately dropped on the floor.
“Glad to see you’re awake. Sorry for barging into your room that way because you could be n-ked but don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen. Now back to business, next time put your clothes in the laundry basket not the floor. You’re not a five year old for goodness sake!!”
“Umm sorry? What’s your job? Why are you complaining?”
” Seems you’re getting lazy of recent, your house wasn’t dirty when I c@m£ but now it’s getting worst everyday.”
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” I asked.
“If you litter the ground again, you’ll take the trash out. That’s final”
That Zi-pped myl-ips instantly.
She shook her head and left the room.
I fell back on the be-d, an exasperated sigh escaping myl-ips. I love my solitude!!
I stood up and took out my drawing board. I set it beside the window such that the morning rays of light landed on the board and began drawing. Yeah you’re right, I draw when I’m nervous, angry, sad and even happy, it’s what keeps my sanity especially after my ex.
I st©pped drawing few minutes later and looked at what I drew. It made no s-en-se and took no shape. I covered it and dressed for the day.
I’m definitely skinning Flynn for eating my lunch yesterday and disappearing.
I went down to the dining where my food was alre-ady served. I sat and ate quietly. Everything feels so new, once upon a time I would be the one going throu-gh the stress of cooking but that doesn’t mean I’m happy she’s here.
I took my car keys and made to go. I pas-sed throu-gh the living room on my way out and found her doing yoga on a tango mat on the floor.
“That’s your lunch” she nodded to the pack sitting at the edge of the table.
” Hope you aren’t forgetting water or whatever this time”
“No Mister”
“Phew!” I breathed out and opened the front door after taking the pack.
“Wait Mister, I nee-d to see you”
This is it, she’s finally going. My mind made a joyful leap.
“Yes,What’s it?” I tried asking as nonchalantly as possible.
“I nee-d a phone” she grinned lopsidedly.
“Wait what?”
“Yes, a phone”
“What about the one with you?” I asked
“Oh this?” She waved the phone, it for personal use, not official use.
“Is there a difference?”
“Sadly, yes. A very big difference or do you want me to pu-ll off the stunt I did yesterday to give you water and apple jui-ce?”
“Fine, I’ll get you one”I conceded
“And while you are at it, it’s only a day to weekend, I’ll nee-d to go to the grocery sto-re” she said.
“Okay, I’ll drop one of credit cards tomorrow for you”
“Cool and I nee-d a car too”
“For what?” I asked in annoyance, I was getting late.
“To go to the sto-re or did you expect me to work”
“It’s five minutes walk from here, young lady”
“I know sire but I can’t walk around un-der the sun.”
“Then take a car yourself, you should know where the car keys are.”
“I don’t know how to drive” she said plainly.
“Who did you say you are again?” I asked in frustration.
“Your maid”
“I think you meant to say someone s£nt hell to infuriate me!” I stomped out.