Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid (completed)

Chapter Twenty Seven

"Good afternoon ma" I greeted Mama as I stepped into the common room.
She looked up with an unusual expression. I lifted my gaze off her and rested it on a young man seated on the sofa by my left, just opposite Mama.

He was fair, maybe cute and roughly in his late thirties. He had a white shirt on and a faded black trouser. The center table was pulled closer towards him, and a huge Bible rested on it. His legs were firm on the floor and his back rested calmly on the sofa. His left hand was supporting his chin and his right on his lap. His eyes were focused keenly on me and his leg made a tapping sound.

"Good afternoon sir" I greeted and he smiled at me.

"Don't tell me this is Nneogo" He remarked, turning to Mama. Mama smiled sheepishly and glanced at me.

"I've nurtured her to a teen. What can I say?"

"Wow!" He exclaimed, his gaze still on me. He shook his head in wonder and I lost composure at his stare.

Then suddenly his expression began to darken and I got worried. Mama was worried too as she kept stealing glances at both of us. The strange man's stare never left me as he moped deeper, shaking his head at intervals.

"What's the problem, brother?" Mama asked, stoping his weird stare.

He shook his head again and looked down in displeasure.

"Let her go in and change into something while I have a talk with you" He said in a deep worried tone.

Mama turned to me and nodded me in. My face fell as I walked briskly past her. I turned the door knob and went in. I closed the door behind me but not before hearing him say:

"She needs proper attention".
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The next day was good for me, too good to actually be a Saturday. Aunt Agnes' husband had taken them out and I was all alone at home. I don't know why, but I was sure aunty had requested that I stay home. Well, this is my assumption though.

I did my chores with ease. Never had I been through with my daily chores before twelve noon, Never!

I had my bath and ate the meal that was dished for me. It was already cold and would have tasted better if warm. Well, I wasn't permitted to use the cooker when alone.

Feeling silly, I laid down on Mama's bed. I wasn't permitted to, but I did today anyways. I wanted to see what it'd feel like sleeping on a bed. I'd seem to have forgotten how the comfort of a bed tasted like.

The bed was inviting, warm and cozy. I snuggled under the duvet and giggled at my silly act. I rolled from one end to the other and kicked my legs playfully in the air.

"What if Mama walks in on you?" A small voice asked me.

I dismissed the voice with a laugh. I had locked the gate and there was no way someone will walk in without knocking first. I was secured.

I stood up and began jumping on the bed. I will jump and scream and jump again. I laughed crazily and my heart raced in happiness. Within a short time, I was bored with Mama's room, I needed a new adventure so I headed to aunt Oby's room.

But first, I arranged the room, though not exactly how I'd seen it. This wouldn't be a problem because if Mama ask, I'll lie that I'd done a clean up for her. She'd even appreciate me!

Getting to aunt Oby's door, I tried the knob but it was locked. I got angry and turned to leave but my toe kicked on the door mat, moving it and revealing a bunch of key. I smiled and picked it up.

I started trying the different keys until I got the one. I twisted it and the door creaked open, and I beheld the most organised room I've ever seen.

A window was right opposite the door and a bed was placed by its side. The bed was very high, almost reaching the lower edge. Beside it was a mini cupboard with two drawers. Her toiletries were arranged neatly on it. There was also a mini purse on it which I was sure contained her makeup. A large sized mirror hung on the wall just beside the drawer.