All The Way From Home

chapter 33

Firdaus's pov

" je suis ici pour le nettoyage de la maison"
The first person said

"Oui, la piece est prete "
The second person said , which I recognise to be mubaraks

I lazily opened my eyes to what i almost thought was a dream because of the deep slumber I was in until I heard some shuflings then frantically woke up...he is the LAST person on earth I want to see now

But I guessed wrong because a French woman who looked like she was in her mid 30's walked inside and then just stood by the door

What ? Did she see a ghost ?

I didn't know how to speak French well but I decided to illustrate a bit on why she was in the room

But it looks like she was about to do the same because she starts to talk

"Je suis ici pour le nettoyage de la maison ( I'm here to clean the room )"

What ? Why on earth would mubarak tell her to come clean up a room that he knows is messed up with what he has done
He's so shameless

He wants her to clean up his mess
Typical him

I dismiss her and then called her back after I was done cleaning the sheets

He'd create massive drama if he finds out I told her to go away...so to avoid that , its better she does some cleaning before we both erupt the beast out of him this morning

And she even complimented me before she left

She said I was beautiful
Her exact words "Tu es beau"

I simply smiled and said Merci

And i gather her name to be françoise. No surprise I got to know because of the incessant calling of her name by Mubarak

Bossy !

After françoise cleaned up the room and some part of the house , I went on to take a hot bath . Each part of my body really needed it

I filled up the tub with hot soothing water mixed with lavender body shower cream . The feeling was heavenly ,so I laid down inside for some time then washed up and grabbed my towel to head out .

I then sat down by the dressing table and started to look at my face , but it reminded me of everything that happened yesterday night instead

I could remember everything and to be honest I didn't even know how to face that shameless human being. He even left a hickey on my neck which looked somewhat reddish

I'm really glad I'm not in Nigeria if not I'd be embarrassed for anyone to see this on my neck

"Are you done admiring yourself ?"
I hear and turn to the voice behind me and drop my hand which was previously tracing the hickey on my neck

"What do you want Mubarak ?"
I say sounding so uninterested in talking to him

"Well , this is the exact same question you asked before our little game last night "
He said with amusement evident in his voice while walking towards me

I just kept on looking at him and refused to reply him

He walked and stood right in front of me then grabbed my hand and stood me up

I was wondering what this act was all for but I should know by now that he's unpredictable

"You smell so nice "
He sniffs my wet hair deeply then exhales and then kisses my neck then stops within my cleavage
I was wearing nothing but a towel and it was really loose