The things girls do episode 13

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Gloria’s POV:

I arrived with my luggages and suitcase. Linda was waiting for me, standing in the middle of the room.

” I gave you a three hours start. Why are you returning by this time?” She barked at me.

I would have barked back at her but I was not in the mood for her drama today. ” I am sorry, madame.”

” Sorry for yourself,” she hissed. ” I won’t tolerate this nones-en-se any more. This would be the first and the last time I’d give you time to do something and you go past the time, I’m I clear?”

” I un-derstand.”

” Come with me,” she marched upstairs and I followed her, dragging my things with me.

She took me to a room and threw the door opened. ” This would be your room.”

The room delighted me. It was as comfortable as it looks with a big be-d, a telephone and a wardrobe bigger than the ones I had back at the ap@rtment.

” When you’re done with arranging your things,” Linda snapped into my thoughts. ” Get downstairs and begin preparing dinner for my son. He’s in his room. I’m off for a very important meeting and won’t be back till ten. Be sure my husband eats nothing from my kitchen. The only people allowed to eat in this house is only me, the gate man, the gardener and my son. My husband is out of the equation, you get me?”

I nodded. ” I un-derstand, madam.”

But I didn’t un-derstand why she’d prefer to starve her husband. Not that Adeola can’t afford to eat outside but I felt it wasn’t proper. Did she really hated him that much.

Walking towards the door, she st©pped and turned to me. ” And by the way, let me let this known to you. Incase any man of God arrives here to look for me, make sure he is well attended to until I return.”

All these mentioning of men of God was driving me crazy. She was ma-king me despise them without knowing.

” I will do my best,” was all I could say.

She shut the door and left.

I unpacked and opening my parcel, I got into my uniform. I stood infront of the mirror and examined myself. I looked like a maid. A silly, freaking maid. If someone had told me I was going to end up working as a maid someday, I wouldn’t have believed it.

Well, time to make dinner for Junior.

The moment I got out of my room, I paused in my track as an alarming thought ban-ged into my head.

I had forgotten one thing. I can’t cook.

This was a jam. Why didn’t I think of this before? How I’m I suppose to be a maid when it’s obvious cooking was something I hated doing. I bec@m£ nervous as I thought of what would happen when Linda finds out about my cooking flaws.

Someone was in the other room, pla-ying video games at a high pitched noise.

That must be Junior.

Walking over to the door, I Knocked gently on it. ” Umm…hello?”

” Come in,” c@m£ a loud tiny voice.

I opened the door. Sitting on the floor was Junior, his whole heart and soul intent on the video game blaring on his TV. He didn’t even notice me.

The noise in the room was too much.

” Junior?”

He didn’t look at me.

” Umm…I’m talking here.”

Still, he was lost on his game to bother about my pres£nce.

Feeling rage welling inside me,I marched past him and drew out the television wire out of the socket.

The TV went blank.

As if, waking up from a dream, Junior turned around and glared at me. ” What did you do that for?” He yelled.

Now I like kids but if there’s one thing I hated was spoilt, disrespectful br@ts.

” I’m sorry, did I disturb you?” I asked.

” What is your problem. You just ruined my record.”

” Sorry about that,” I smiled, enjoying the way he was fuming. ” But it’s getting late and well, you’re mother told me to prepare dinner for you. I have no idea what you’d like so–”

He moved up to me, snatched the wire from my hand and plugged it back into the socket, returning back to the floor to continue his video game.

If I hadn’t gotten a hold of myself I would have took a scissors and cut that wire into two. ” I’m going to ask you, one more time, what would you like to eat tonight?”

” Yam porridge,” he said without looking at me.

” Yam porridge,” I repeated, bitting myl-ips. ” Isn’t that too heavy to be eaten for dinner. You nee-d to take something light. How about indomie or tea.”

He didn’t reply me not even looked my way. This was one difficult child. I thought he was sick but he was full of energy and life.

” Alright, Yam porridge it is,” I announced more to myself than to him.

I was worried though. I’ve never cooked yam porridge before. What do I do now? I thought of calling Cynthia but Cynthia is mad at me for not attending to Priscilla. Priscilla is also in a bad mood so that left me with no other option but to….

To use my phone.

Yeah, I’m going to make yam porridge using my phone. I’m sure there are hundreds of cooking sites out there with menues and guideline ti-ps in cooking.

As I left Junior’s room, I bec@m£ nervous, hoping I wasn’t going to cook ru-bbish.

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Cynthia’s POV:

Bella was studying when I walked up to her be-d and sat down.

” Bella, I have some few questions for you.”

Bella looked up at me. ” What is it?”

I wanted to ask her about Paul but I was scared to. Instead I asked her something else. ” Umm…how do you dress like a lady? Like what type of dresses do you wear when going out with a man.”

Bella closed her book and sat up, looking surprised at me. ” I don’t un-derstand. Are you asking me, how I dress when going out with a man?”

I nodded, watching Lucy as she c@m£ out of the bathroom with a towel. She walked past me and my eyes travelled to her smooth l@ps dripping off water. ” Yes, that’s what I’m asking.”

Bella sm-irked. ” This is very interesting. Since when did you start having interest in fashion?”

” Just of recent,” I said. ” My fiance loves girls who dresses well, I don’t know, more fashionable I think.”

” You have a fiance?” Bella seemed surprised. ” How come you never told me.”

It was then I remembered I hadn’t told Bella and Priscilla yet about Paul.

” It’s a long story but it doesn’t matter. I want you to help me. I have a feeling he digs for the pretty ladies stuff. I know I’m not beautiful but I’d like to look better for him.”

” This is good news,” Bella laughed. ” Lucy are you hearing this?”

Lucy let go off her towel which sli-pped to the ground. I winced as I watched her putting on her pink un-derwear.

” I heard it.”

Bella cl@pped her hands. ” This is incredible. Who would have thought, a whole Cynthia would finally get interest in fashion. I thought you were against it from start.”

” I’m doing this for my fiance,” I looked away nervously. ” Nothing else.”

” This your fiance must be quite a guy,” Bella said and then began thinking. ” Alright I’ll help you but it’s gonna cost you.”

” How much?”

” Budget like #10,000. I’m going to add my money to help you cause I know you don’t have much.”

” Really? That’s Soo nice of you,” I said, meaning it in my heart.

” What are roommates for?” She grinned. ” This is gonna be fun. We’re both going shopping tomorrow. I’m just glad you’re starting to become more opened to the world.”

” Yeah,” I paused, still fighting the thought of asking her about Paul. Still, I said nothing.

Suddenly, Priscilla barged into the room. She had left the ap@rtment some time earlier without uttering a word to anyone. Now she is back and from the looks on her face, she was determined and angry. I’ve never seen her like this before.

She gr@bb£d her bags, dumped some clothes in her luggages and suitcase and locked it.

We watched her as she gathered her things and without giving anyone a glance, she Marched out of the ap@rtment.

” Is she leaving?” Lucy asked rhetorically.

I wouldn’t know but I was sure she was going to live somewhere.

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Gloria’s POV:

” What is this?” Junior yelled, glaring at the dish I la-id out for him.

” It’s yam porridge,” I grinned, feeling proud of myself.

What was on the dining table wasn’t yam porridge. It was messy brown water with half cooked pieces of yams.

” Well, big guy,” I sl@pped him on the shoulder. ” Dig in.”

He stared at me as if he was about to pounce on me. ” Are you trying to poison me?”

” No, that’s silly,” I laughed. ” Ofcourse I’m not poisoning you. You requested for yam porridge, you got it.

I didn’t know how long he stared at me but it was long enough to make me nervous.

” Tell me, you can’t cook, can you?”

I opened my mouth to say something but I st©pped because I didn’t know what else to reply this boy. For the first time in my life, I felt really embarras-sed over my cookings.

” I asked you a question.” He can bark, just like his mom. It gave me shivers.

” Well, there’s always a first time for everything, I guess,” I replied.

If that was a bad answer, I really su-cked at it.

Junior got up and ran upstairs to his room. I watched him leave, thinking maybe he was going to get a cane to come and give me some good lashing.

My eyes returned back to the food on the table. To be honest, if someone had given me that thing to eat, I’d had given the idiot a dirty sl@p. Guess in this case, I was the idiot.

Junior returned back with a large iPad and before I knew it, he took multi-ple pictures of the food.

Jesus Christ! What was he doing?

” Wait,” I ran to gr-ab him but he was fas-ter than me. He dodged me and ran upstairs. As I ran after him, he took pictures of me and ran on.

Oh no he don’t. Not my pictures. Not me in a maid clothes. What the fv¢k is this br@t trying to do?

Before I reached his door, he’d locked me outside.

I ban-ged on the door. ” Junior, give me that iPad, now.”

” Never,” he bawled from inside. ” When mom returns, I’m showing her these. She should know she hired a wrong maid.”

My eyes grew. I can imagine the embarras-sment and humiliation. I ban-ged ha-rder on the door, pleading like a mad man. ” Junior opened up. plea-se, alright I’m sorry. Can we talk this over?”

No reply.

I grew alarmed and even more madder at him. ” You bastard, open up or I’ll tear this door down.”

***You bastard, open up or I’ll tear this door down***

Wait, did he just record what I said? I heard him pla-yed the recording again. I heard it.

My voice grew louder. ” Junior plea-se, don’t do this to me. Delete that recoding. Come on, I’m sorry, damn you. I said I’m sorry.”

No reply.

That bastard! That motherfv¢king bastard!!!

I yelled, pu-lling my hair in annoyance.

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TBC
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