Hidden Love

Chapter 3

Gbam!! I heard the door of my next door neighbor close shut and felt the ruffles of the breeze it carried on my cheek as I walked down to the estate gate to wait for my Uber.

I got a new neighbor that I have never seen before. My old neighbor Mrs Anchilla was one of the best neighbors anyone could ask for.

She lived with a help because all her children were all grown up and moved out of the house.

She also always gave me food and pastries because according to her I look like her sister who died when they were much younger and she was always asking me in her words to "Grow a backbone" and stop letting Sandra and Emily walk all over me.

To think that 3 months after she went to finally live with her daughter, I still haven't grown the backbone she pressed about because I still clean up after Sandra and Emily while they still own me money they never pay.

Yes, I sent my nonsense account details since on Saturday, it's Monday morning and I never saw an alert nor bought KFC and the light is still off.

I'm certainly not paying that light bill again hence why I'm going to work with a Socket adapter as well as my power bank and personal laptop. I'm about to do a charging fest at the office and yes,my work colleague Cynthia would laugh at me and my housemates again.

I just need my remaining 6 months rent to expire so I can move out of this apartment and I'm not so certain I can share an apartment with someone ever again because this present experience is not funny.

But who exactly is my new neighbor was my thought as I reached the estate gate and saw my Uber getting nearer to the gate.

It would be nice to go knock on their door and welcome them to the neighborhood as Mrs Anchilla did for us much to the annoyance of Sandra and Emily.

They banged the door on her face with her cake and till today I don't think Mrs.Anchilla has forgotten that incident nor grown to like them.

"Hello, Mr Johnson" I greeted my Uber driver as I opened the door and sat down.

"Good morning Ms Vanessa, I hope your weekend was good" he replied smiling.

Apart from the word battle with Sandra on Saturday, the loud music Emily played on Sunday morning and cleaning up the kitchen on Sunday Afternoon after Emily and Sandra literally destroyed it on Sunday Morning while I was at church and disappeared before I came back from church, my weekend was good was my thought.

"My weekend was great" was my reply.

Mr Johnson doesn't need to know I have headaches as roommates and no matter how much I try to communicate things to them, it never seems to pass through.

I wonder who would have been cleaning after them if only both of them lived together.

I hate cleaning their mess but at the same time, they can't seem to listen or clean their mess and I can't survive in
a messy environment.

Something really has to give because I'm getting really tired.