Yellow Tales of a Nigerian Housemaid (completed)

Chapter Thirty Seven

"Room 201? What's... What's going on?" I stuttered.

A pool of anger was gradually swirling up in my heart, forcing it to pound angrily. "I'm not stepping an inch there!" I said, and my whole being rattled more in anger.

"Said by who?" Dera smirked turning to me. I whip my head to face her.

"What do you mean?" I asked coldly

"We're going there, you and I" She said. And grabbing my hand, she pulled me along.

We barely walked two minutes before getting there. In fact the Hotel was just far opposite his office. There were two uniformed men by the door who I was certain were the security guards. Dera pushed the glass door, I watched as it opened slowly.

We walked in.

Just like the reception in his office, the hotel's was magnificent too. Mini sculptures and other artworks hung beautifully on the wall while some stood on strategical points on the huge reception floor. There was also an armed policeman who sat on a long stool just behind the door. Two pretty ladies graced the reception, their smile as alluring as ever. Dera was still holding my hand as we boldly walked to their desk.

"Welcome to Plaza. How may I be of help?" One of the receptionist said, her smiles never ever leaving her lips. Dera smiled too.

"I'm here for Room 201, kindly direct us".

"Uhh.. Do you have an appointment? Is he aware you're coming?" She flashed Dera and I a weak smile. Dera nodded.

She reached for the land phone beside her and pressed some buttons.

"Hello, good day sir! It's the reception, someone is here for you" She said calmly into the phone.

She paused for some seconds and then looked up at Dera.

"Your name please?"

"Nneogo!"

"Nneogo" She repeated into the phone. "Okay sir. Thank you. I'll show them right up!" And she ended the call.

The pretty receptionist beckoned on a young male waiter who was standing like a mannequin beside a door. She gave him specific instructions and then turned to us. "Follow him please" She said with an amazing smile.

He nodded at us with a smile and I knew he meant we should follow him.

I flashed the pretty receptionist a thank you smile as Dera dragged me along.

The waiter stopped at a compartment and pressed a button. The door opened and he stepped in, making way for us too. Dera pulled me in. The door slowly closed and the compartment shook a bit, then it felt like we're moving up.

Oh! I finally entered an elevator!

Good things actually come from bad situations, don't they?

We jerked to a stop and the door opened again. The waiter stepped out, and we did too. He moved along a cold passage with striding steps before swerving to another. The hallways were as quiet as a cemetery and actually gave me goosebumps. The walls were sparkling white with few artworks gracing them. At the end of the passage hung a red wheel which had red pipes rolling over it. Then a fire extinguisher hung just beside it. There were over five rooms in either part of the walls, their numbers carved in a polished wood  hung right above the doors. I was still lost in my thoughts when the waiter stopped at the third door, and turned to us with a smile.

"Here we are!" He was gesticulating with his hands. With this, he was gone.

I turned to Dera who was actually enjoying every bit of this adventure. She was grinning happily as she looked around the cold beautiful hallway, she was in awe. She gradually took in every bit of it's beauty and I could see it from her eyes that she wished she'd lodged here.