Nafeesah POV
The next morning came with the blink of an eye. I was woken up by the quick clicking of heels resonating from a short distance. My eyes flickered at the sun peeking into my room through my window. I was still dazed from sleep and was trying to figure out if it was morning or afternoon.
The click-clack of heels was now audible and the footsteps were approaching my room. Sooner than I thought, the door swung open to reveal a middle aged woman dressed in a black ankle length plated skirt and a while blouse tucked into it. her hair was tied in a neat bun and I must say she looked okay.
" Good morning Mrs Junaid I am Alicia Rodriguez, the head maid " she said with a slight bow.
" You should get ready ma'am, for breakfast will be served soon" she added before turning to leave.
It was a Sunday morning. If I had something exciting to do, I bet the week would've been dragging on as if Saturday would never come.
I sat up in bed, it was 8:30am it felt weird because for the first time in a very long time I woke up with no schedule nor anything I felt like I needed to do at the moment. But it still felt good.
Just then, my phone buzzed indicating a message. My phone must have connected with the house wifi so I could receive all messages sent to me via WhatsApp.
But among all the messages, only one caught my eye. A message from Mr. Anonymous. That was what I decided to call him ever since I gave up on trying to know him and why he kept sending me messages most times.
Mr Anonymous:- I might not tell you how much I love you every time that's simply because my heart falls for you every seconds more faster than how my mouth will say... Good morning my dear ❤️ hope you had a good night rest? I love you.
Like seriously guys who the hell does he think he is? Judging from the text messages am sure he would have stalked me enough to know I am a married woman for heaven's sake. I kept my phone back on the bedside drawer before tearing the sheets off me.
I got down and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for a very long and boring day.
I wore a free gown tied my hair with a scarf and went downstairs.
Just as I thought, I met Mr Rude in the sitting room reading newspapers.
" Wait so you do read news? " I asked him with a surprised expression.
" I really thought people like you don't care about what's going on out there." I added.
" Is that your good morning master? Or weren't you taught manners at home?" Was his reply.
Oh really?
" What right do you have as a kettle to call a pot black? Aren't we the same with the no manner thing?" I fired my questions back.
" It's too early for you to disturb me with such things. so shoo" I ended with a dismissal wave of my hand before going to the dining.
I got seated and immediately and one lady brought out two pitchers of orange juice, a large teapot filled with tea, a coffee pot on a tray with creamer and sugar and a large pitcher of ice water.
Wait even if I am a glutton isn't that way too much?
Another lady brought out a trolley of something she called huevos rancheros, hash browns, Belgian waffles with strawberries, a gravy boat of maple syrup and french toast.
The last lady came in with coffee cakes, scones, English muffins and croissants with butter.
" Okay who's gonna eat all these?" I asked the head maid.
" These are all laid out for you ma'am. Have your fill" she said with another bow which was starting to get annoying.
" Okay let's get one important thing straight Mrs Rodriguez. Please I would love it if you refer to me with my name which is Nafeesah" I said, making her cock an eyebrow, watching me with amusement.
" The title is making me feel old" I added a little joke to lighten up the situation. She gave a light chuckle before she answered. " Yes Nafeesah"
" So lets move to the next one" I continued, clasping my hands together.
" I want you all to join me here and have breakfast. Eating alone makes me feel like I'll die soon" I said and they all gave me shocked expressions before turning their heads towards where Mr Rude was sitting and I figured.
I stood up and walked over to him " would you mind if I have breakfast together with these ladies?" I asked.
" No I won't" he answered, stood up and left the sitting room.
I had a heartfelt breakfast with all of them. Even though they were all cautious about how they handle the cutleries and how they chewed on their food, I still enjoyed it. I ate with with my bare hands and devoured the food like a hungry lion.
After breakfast I went back to my room. Using the WiFi, I logged in to my WhatsApp and messages started to flood in again. Mostly about people congratulating me on my wedding. A soft knock came at the door and I told the person to come in.
The door opened slowly and Mrs. Rodriguez came in. She handed me a piece of paper claiming it was from Mr Rude. I took it to read it's content and my stomach plummeted at the sight of it.
We are visiting the hospital Tomorrow. By 7:00am be ready downstairs, make sure you're on time and don't you dare chicken out of this.
Your Master
F. JunaidI swung my legs off the side of the bed contemplating whether to go ahead with it or not. Snap out of it dumbo, your Mom is getting treatment already. My subconscious reminded me. That was when another realization hit me like a mean upper cut. Am going to be a mother soon, A temporary one at that. What if at the end am not able to give up the baby?
Tears welled up in my eyes and they begin to run down my cheeks.
" What's wrong with you Miha?" Mrs. Rodriguez asked as she patted my back soothingly. Her thick Spanish accent evident in her English.
" Nothing " I lied.
" Nothing at all, am fine. Don't mind me am just being emotional" I added, wiping off my tears with the back of my hands.
" Anytime you wanna talk about it I'll be there okay " She said and I replied with a firm nod.
" Take care Miha" she added before going out, shutting the door.
"Ya illahil alameen see me through this" I silently prayed.
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