ASMA POV
As I took the girls and Hamza to Hama’s room.
"My, my… my, who are these two beautiful angels?" the housekeeper asked, amused and lovingly.
Her name is Gul. This year, she is 68 years old. She has a daughter who is married and a son who is working for us. She was my nanny when I was young, but when I turned 13, she retired from work. She adored me, and after throwing tantrums, being on hunger strikes, and a lot of getting fake sick for two years, my parents agreed for her to work here again. But, of course, not as a nanny, but as a housekeeper. She does not do any chores, but she keeps everything in the house maintained and disciplined.
"These two are my guests whom I saved, and since I don’t know where their parents are, they’ll be staying here for a period of time," I said, giving her a gentle smile.
"Now, kids, you have to listen to Grandma Gul, okay?" I said to them.
"Okey!" they giggled and chirped.
As I said bye to them, I returned to my room. My room is decorated with rich colors; from the bed to the sofas to the curtains, everything is customized in crimson red. The lamps on the mini tables on each side of the bed are in the shade of white. As I threw my bag on the sofa, I got some clothes from the wardrobe and went to take a shower.
I came from the shower, wearing a black maxi with a pearl necklace and my hair tied in a messy bun as I sat on the bed. I am not a fan of dresses in July summer, but my mom said to wear it as we’ll be having a family gathering. We don’t usually have it, so I think it’s an important occasion today or an important meeting in disguise.
Well, my brother handles all the business of the family, but he gave me the part of being the mafia. Well... I worked hard and smart in it and became the Mafia Queen in Asia. I wanted to become a lawyer. Well, I am working on it, but when I finish my studies and get some experience, I’ll handle the company I made four years ago for lawyers. I have been working my ass off on it...
"Ashiii… come down, the relatives are already here!" my mom came into my room and said.
"Okey, Mama."
I do love my relatives, but I hate family gatherings. There are just a lot of people in gatherings. As I threw my tantrum and displeasure under my bed, I went toward the stairs.
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Sultana's Sultan
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