RECAP OF THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER:
We drove for sometime until we got to Cantonments,aka the neighbourhood of rich people. Driving around the neighbourhood for sometime,he stopped in front of a gate and blew his horn. The automatic gate opened and my jaw dropped. The house was beautiful.
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The car went around the small roundabout and stopped in front of what I suppose was the front door. The house was so beautiful. Wait did I say house? I mean mansion y'all. That was a whole mansion!
Giving my thigh a little smack,he took his hands of my thigh and opened the car's door.
I blew air out of my mouth and took off my seatbelt. A man in a checked uniform emerged from a small house near the gate and began greeting Mr Danso. I sat there quietly as I wondered what I was supposed to do. Mr Danso told me to get out of the car and I did just that, remembering to take my bag from the backseat. He introduced the man to me as the gateman and told him that I will be the new house help. He gave me a small smile and offered to help me with my bag,but I shook my head lightly.
Following Mr Danso,I walked through the front door into the hall. Just like the outside of the house,the inside was equally beautiful. It was vintage-themed and had paintings of African women on the wall. The TV was so huge that it covered almost the whole wall. The couches looked equally comfortable,complimenting the vintage-themed hall with its nude color. The tiles were 3 dimensional,uniquely decorated with marbles making it look realistic in the most antique way,making my dirty feet look cheaper than they should.
From where I stood, I could see dining area and what I suppose was the kitchen. A large chandelier with LED lights made the traditional dining area look odd yet lovely. The expensive looking glass table with matching chairs completed the look, a few paintings of sceneries decorating the place.
A harsh tap on my shoulders brought me back to reality. Mr Danso told me to sit in the couch and yelled for his children and wife to come downstairs. I sat on one of the coaches slowly,feeling dirty in the neat,good smelling couch. An older woman who I suppose was his wife and a guy who seemed slightly older than me came downstairs and sat down on the couch. I could feel the guys eyes on me so I glanced in his direction. He was gorgeous but I knew that I had no chance with him. Even if I did I was here to work and not to fall in love.
Life ain't no Wattpad romance story.
A girl(who I think is his daughter) also came downstairs,dragging her feet in the most annoying way.
"Okay though but why is she sitting in my favourite couch?" She said,pointing her long acrylic nails at me. I stared at her for about 2 seconds and got moved to the couch next to the one I was sitting on. The girl cleaned the spot where I sat and sat down, crossing her legs.
Discreetly, I gave her a look and rolled my eyes slightly. She looked the same age as me or maybe even younger and it took me all the energy in my not to throw a pillow at her head.
Who did she think she was?
Mr Danso introduced me to the family but they all seemed uninterested. The first born(who was a girl) was in school and was not at home at the moment. The second born(the guy) whose name he said was Jason had just finished secondary school and was waiting for his results. And the last born (the girl) was in secondary school and her name was Aliyah.
After going through a few rules with me, he asked Aliyah to show me my room. She led me to a room in the far corner of the house and left without saying anything. I opened the door and I was amazed. It was a large room with had a bathroom and a toilet attached to it. The bed was a queen sized one and it had an in built wardrobe with a mirror near it. The burgundy color of the room which matched the bedsheets and the curtains gave it a neutral touch. This room alone was bigger than the room we had rented back at home.
Placing my bag on the bed,I sat down on the bed and let out a long breath.
I didn't even know how to feel about this anymore.
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Q: How old were you when you started writing
A: Around 7-8-9ish
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