Sold To a Mafia King

Chapter 3

It’s been a week since I sent my boss an email, I don’t know if I should call her that or call the email a resignation mail or what. But whatever it is, I sent it and she hasn’t replied. I’ve been cooking a lot lately, but I hardly wash the dishes because the old maid thinks I’m here to take their jobs, even though I tried to explain a million times.

I haven’t seen Ayanda for the past 3 days and tomorrow is my birthday, I want to go out and buy myself something, but I don’t know what. I don’t need anything right now, maybe I can take myself out for the first time, after all, I’m turning 21. Oh yes I’ll also buy myself a book, I don’t really like eBooks they are tiring at least a hard copy will be good for me. I’ll need a bookshelf by the couch, but I don’t know if I need Ayanda’s permission or not.

I haven’t seen Bova either I’ve been eating with the guards and there’s always deafening noise no wonder Ayanda doesn’t want anyone talking. I think I’ll bake myself a cake, haven’t baked one for the past 3 months. I baked one for my ungrateful mom she told me that I should’ve given her money instead of baking a “stupid” cake. I was so hurt. I love birthdays, I’ll bake a cake later today then go out shopping tomorrow.

There’s a knock on the door, who might that be. I tell the person to come in. It’s Bova.
He hands me the phone and tells me it’s Ayanda. My God, what does he want? We hardly talk what am I going to say to him?

“Hello” I answer.

“Hello to you too, I won’t be home tomorrow for your birthday but I asked Bova to take you out. Hope you’ll have a good one” he tells me in one go. By the way, he’s talking it’s clear that it’s a revised speech I wonder who told him to say all those things.

“Okay thank you, I will,” I tell him. He hangs up. I give Bova the phone. I look at the time it’s 2 in the afternoon. I take my laptop with me downstairs I use it to play music when I cook, today I’ll be cooking and baking. I cook rice, grilled chicken and gravy. After 2 hours I’m done. Now it’s time to bake the cake. I’ve never baked a big cake before, so I use YouTube. I look for the ingredients I mix them then I bake, I take longer almost 5 hours. I forgot about supper until a guy called Bozza asks if it’s ready.

“OMG I’m so sorry, been concentrating so much on baking I forgot about food. I’m so sorry” I tell him while I’m running around the kitchen trying to find the plates and bowls. He helps me set up the table. They all gather around the table, I leave them I’ll eat when I’m done.  When I’m done I’m too tired to do anything, so I go straight to bed.

I waken up by a vibrating phone. It’s a message from an unsaved number. Who might that be at 6 am? I’ll read it when I wake up. I need 30 more minutes. I close my eyes and wake up an hour later, there’s an incoming call from an unsaved number.

“Hello” I answered sleepily.

“Mntanami unjani?” that’s my dad. I tell him I’m tired and ask why he’s calling where he got my digits. I’m so annoyed. I feel like hanging up, I hope he didn’t call to spoil my day.
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you

My parents sing over the phone, they sing so beautifully, they’ve never sung for me before. I thank them with a smile and tears. Such beautiful voices, I suddenly miss them so much. I’m still mad at them though, what they did to me is cruel but I guess I can’t stay mad at them forever. I thank them and hang up before they can say anything more. I read the text I received.

Happy Birthday enjoy
Ayanda

Okay, this is so unexpected, but still, it puts a smile on my face.

Thank you so much it means a lot, enjoy your day too *smiley face*
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He reads the text thinking there’s something about this annoying girl she thanks him for all the little or stupid things. No one has ever thanked him before even for a stupid birthday text. Maybe she’s pretending. That’s how his mother was until she got married to his father and when she left he couldn’t bear the pain and committed suicide, such a coward.
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I always look forward to my birthday especially when I got the job 2 weeks back. I mean life was going the way I had planned it. I landed my dream job and I was going to find a flat. I usually take a long bath on my birthday but today I don’t feel like bathing, so I’ll just take a quick shower. I walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower and I wear one of the white dresses I find in the closet. I tie my hair into an untidy ponytail.

I make the bed, take a shawl and head to the couch, I’m so emotionally drained. I didn’t try harder to escape, I gave up and I feel guilty. I hope no one will call me today I don’t feel like talking. I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

I wake up when I’m roughly shaken by a very big and hairy hand. I rub my eyes before I open them it’s Bova. He wants to take me shopping. I tell him I’m too tired to do anything he can go out without me. But he won’t take no for an answer. I feel so emotional right now, I didn’t want to stay awake and think of the plans I made that were ruined the day before they all came true. I say no until he gives up and leaves the room muttering the word “stubborn” under his breath. I stand from the couch to lock the door I don’t want to be disturbed. I fall back asleep as soon as I lay back on the couch.

I wake 5 hours later, someone is banging at the door.

“The fuck are you staring at. Go tell Bova to give me the spare key to this room, and I swear if this kid escaped I’ll kill all of you” Ayanda barks.
I decide to go open the door and save the poor people’s jobs.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” he barks. I’m not in the mood and I’m too tired. I walk over to the couch and I fall asleep while he’s talking. I’m wakened by a very hot slap. He slaps so hard I feel dizzy and see stars. I’m trying to push back the tears but I can’t. I try to stand but he pushes me down the sofa so rough. I’m scared never been a victim of violence before.

“What are you staring at? Don’t you have anything better to do with yourselves? Do I pay you to stand around like that?” he barks at the guards standing at the door.
I’m too speechless to say anything. When he asks why I hadn’t gone out Bova as he told me, I don’t answer him he smacks me again so hard I fall off the couch. I can’t take this anymore. But I can’t scream for help no one will come to help me.

So I just cry the whole time. I need to pee so I don’t know what to do whether to go ahead or tell him. Being the stubborn person that I am, I just stand and walk towards the bathroom. I lock myself inside I pee and sit on the toilet seat long enough for him to bang on the door. When I don’t answer he threatens to break the door but I don’t do anything I just sit.

And then boom the door is on the floor. I’m being dragged by my hair. Bova runs towards us but Ayanda punches him so hard in the nose before he can say anything. He falls on the ground with a thud. Ayanda drags me towards the steps and out of the house, leaves me there crying. I don’t know what to do, the guards standing outside the door are staring at me with pity. I can’t believe this is happening to me.

It’s starting to get dark and chilly. I’m feeling cold so I have no choice but to ask for forgiveness even though I don’t know what I did wrong.  When I approach the house, one of the guards blocks my way and shakes his head. So what now I’m not allowed inside the house? I’ll freeze to death. I try to beg the guards they just stare at me. I don’t know what to do anymore so I go to the nearest corner they won’t understand they are wearing jackets.

The corner is okay but a little chilly. I want to fall asleep so hard so that I don’t have to feel cold anymore or feel the pain in my head and face. Even though I hated home so much, I miss it I miss my parents no matter how annoying I got they’d never treat me like this. Yes, my mom used to slap me a lot but it wasn’t this bad actually it felt like she was tickling me compared to this.

I’m sitting with my knees up and my chin on my knees and hands around them. I’m starring in the space thinking about my dreams to escape the current situation. The door opens, Ayanda walks out with the girl he was ignoring at the mall the other day. She’s beautiful with a model like a body. She’s wearing a pink dress, heel and she’s carrying a pink bag. Maybe she’s the one who chose my wardrobe she walks by like she doesn’t see anything wrong. If it was me I wouldn’t do this to her, even if it meant I was going to get punished I was still going to try and fight for her. Before I know it I’m asleep I waken up by a blowing wind looks like it’s going to rain. Ayanda walks by again and doesn’t look my way.

I fall asleep and wake up when the wind blows and falls asleep again. The pattern goes on until dawn. I’m still not allowed into the house and I’m so tired and hungry. It starts to rain and Ayanda appears and tells the guards to come inside but not me. I stay there the whole morning and afternoon until his grandfather arrives and tells me to go inside the house.

I don’t want to go first even when he opens the door for me, I tell him I’ll follow, I’m so scared that Ayanda will slap me as soon as I walk inside. My face still hurts. I walk right behind him when I don’t see Ayanda I run to my room, I take a quick bath and run to bed I fall asleep as soon as I get under the cover.