Everything about this place screamed expensive.
" I'm in the mood for Italian, say do you think we should try Lucca ? " Mr. Babu suggested beside me.
Lucca, sounds delicious.
" Oh, it sounds delicious, "
His greying brows pinched together in a frown, " What is delicious? "
" That Lucca dish you said, "
Mr. Babu shot me one incredulous look before bursting into laughter that had all passers by sparing a glance.
I was lost for words : Aye , where was the joke ?
A gasp .
" You are the funniest [gasp] human I've ever met ! "
He wiped a tear from his eye.
" Okay, what's so funny ? " I demanded.
His eyes twinkled in amusement, " Lucca is not a dish rather it's the restaurant we're going to, "
Embarrassment !
This old man !
I pouted, he chuckled.
" Something tells me being your driver is going to be a lot more fun than I thought, "
I followed him like a dog not trusting myself. At this place I felt even a misstep could easily add to my embarrassment of my social status. Foreigners and well off citizens dominated the place.
I felt quite out of place in my brown worn- out coat that was dirty, spotless but dirty, I was certain it did a pathetic job of hiding a very shameless mid thigh satin dress with a deep v- neck for it gaped per each stride I made. It was safe to say, I looked like a cheap hooker, Mr. Babu's hooker to be specific and to add onto my fashion disaster my tired feet were fitted in flip flops from the doctor's ward. I even can't fathom how I must have looked.
Homeless, cheap hooker. Most likely judging by the disgusted look a brunette and her dark friend shot me as they walked past.
" Why are you staring at me like that ? " Mr. Babu finally asked after a failed attempt of ignoring my glares just before we walked in the restaurant.
" Because I look like your cheap hooker ! Did we have to come here, I would've gladly waited in the car instead of this judgemental looks - "
I paused seeing a familiar goatee guy seated at a corner, of course I would meet some of my clients here - what was I thinking.
I should have really stayed in the car.
" Are you well ? " Mr. Babu asked, noting my changed demeanor.
" Certainly fine fine, "
I needed an out from this situation, pronto !
" Hi, do you have a free table for two ? "
My eyes darted around the room at his words and I realized the only free table for two was adjacent to him.
Oh , Lord ! Please no.
In quick action, I clutched my belly feigning pain as I doubled over.
" Are you well ? "
Mr. Babu bent over in concern to peer at my down cast face.
" Hey ? "
" Actually, I'm not too well, " I gasped out in my best weak voice while peering at him, " my stomach hurts, I want to go back to the car. "
Apparently that was the password, I had never seen an old man so fast before but Mr. Babu was not that old.
Her barked out a few orders in a foreign language, then a hand at my back he ushered me out.
" I think I need to take you back to the doctor,"
Bad !
Think before he discovers it's just a ruse.
" No need, Mr. Babu. These are woman pains, "
He stared uncomprehendingly, then muttered an ah ! Before shuffling awkwardly.
It was an awkward silence to the car.
" Do you need hot tea, painkillers, food, err..."
It was amusing at his age such matters made him uncomfortable but he looked adorable.
" That lunch will be fine, may be painkillers,"
******
Fifteen minutes later the old man came back with two wrapped bags - take aways and a prescribed box of painkillers.
He looked weary.
" Here you go, "
I was such a buzz kill. I hated him tensed up .
He revved up the engine and it was a silent drive to the apartment I had picked out.
Mr. Babu helped me out of the car to my apartment door and was quickly leaving until I called out.
" Help me view the place! "
" Oh no, no,no , you'll love it, "
" Mr. Babu - "
" If you need me call, byeeee! "
He was gone.
Bad friend.
Why was he that scared anyway.
I shrugged and opened the door.
I froze.
Brethren, I was about to live the dream.
That was a huge TV !
And the glass windows.
Check out the furniture, pastel blue as if he knew it was my favorite color.
The carpet was fluffy, I stalked to the kitchen.
Top tier !
The marble tile on the floor and on the counter screamed expensive, the refrigerator was well stocked .
Soft life !
I ran out to the corridor and walked in the bedroom.
May God bless this man.
A king sized bed, cream covers and a large adjoining bathroom. The closet was already filled up with designer clothes of my size and I was squealing until I realized I had company.
A short lady in blue maid outfit stared at me smiling, " Welcome, you must be the new employee. Mr. Adrian always likes to take care of his employees' welfare. He asked me to hand this letter to you. "
How wealthy was this man ?
The question plagued my mind. If a job as simple as cleaning washrooms and he was already setting me up to accommodation worth 100k and over per month, then where did his managerial team live.
Did he pay for the accommodation too ?
I was curious.
Time will tell.
A conclusion as I ripped open the letter while the lady shut the door on her way out.
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