Her Value. ( BWWM).

chapter 9.

I just looked at my Gmail with the message of my rejection for the next job that I applied for. Every job that I'm applying for is just somehow getting rejected. I feel like I'm good for nothing. How am I even gonna support my parents in this situation?

I stood up from my study table where I usually used to study and work before moving to New Zealand.

I came out of my room and went towards my mother who was watching TV in the living room.

"Mommy!!" She twisted her head towards me instantly as I called for her.
I went to the couch and sat beside her.

I rested my head on her lap as her hands quickly started patting my head.

"Where's Dadda?" I asked her as my eyes were fixed on the television.

"Outside for some work, Why?" She asked me instantly, her voice coming out soft, and my mind relaxing with her soft strokes on my hair.

"I got rejected again!" I exclaimed, my voice sounding incensed.

"So what? It happens. You can try for more job applications. Don't think about it too much!" I knew this would be her reaction. My mother always tells me to take a chill pill when it comes to these things and to not dishearten myself, rather keep going on for more.

"But Momma, I've been working so hard and I'm qualified enough to land these jobs yet they don't accept me. I don't understand why?" I sat up straight, looking at her in the eye.

"I'm worried for you too. Chetachi has left us. Afiya--- well let's forget about her, I'm the only one left and you guys are my responsibility. You two are getting old. I have to do something, Momma." I felt so stressed and frustrated about this whole situation. It was as if God himself doesn't want me to get into any job. Like God is playing a game with me.

"Afiya is your eldest sister, Theodora, don't forget that. Chetachi is missed by everyone, but whatever happened we can't turn it back. I just hope wherever my son is, he is happy like always. And you, my darling, you're the best daughter anyone could ever have. You're responsible, sensible, understanding, emotional, and what not. You're the perfect daughter. But I don't want you to stress about your parents. We're good. You know old is gold. We might look old, but we're as energetic as someone who is in their 20s. And about your job, don't worry about that, God will find a way." She kissed my forehead as I hugged her immediately, feeling light and relaxed. She told me to rest for now, as I agreed and went back to my room.

Returning to my room, I sank into bed, feeling deeply distressed and drained of energy. I questioned why these challenges were befalling me. While I've endured significant hardships during my time in New Zealand, navigating these difficulties in my parents' home presents unique challenges. My primary concern is their well-being. I yearn to provide them with a stress-free and comfortable life in their later years.

As I continued to dwell on my situation, my phone rang suddenly.

I left it beside me, disinclined to answer. Shortly after, it rang again, but I ignored it once more.

Moments later, a message arrived. Upon checking the notification bar, I saw it was from an unknown number.

The message read: "You better pick up my call or I'll do something out of your mind Miss Cooper."

A strange feeling crept up my neck. Before I could fully process this, another call came through.

This time, I answered.

Before I could even utter a word, the same deep and manly voice I had been swept away by for all these years spoke through the line.

''My driver is coming to pick you up, Miss Cooper. Come with him to the mansion without asking any questions,'' he ordered.