I honestly didn't expected him to swallow all his frustration and anger towards me after he went upstairs.. But he didn't say anything about it
After going to his room to change, he returned to watch a football match and I waited a while before I approach him
"Sir... I'm really sorry about.... What happened today.... I lost track of time "
He just nods his head and face the TV
"What would you want me to make for dinner "
"Just find something to eat.... I'm not hungry "
I won't lie, I was happy I dont have to cook for him this night.. At least I can rest from all the corrections and observations
I made myself noodles and ate to my satisfaction before heading to bed, at least one benefits of being here is unlimited access to food.....
Although I didn't fall asleep on time but I have had a really hard first day and my mind is buzzed so I snooze into dreamland in no time
I woke up at my own convenient time, from the ray of light through the high tiny window.. It almost dawn...
I stood up and grabbed my brush and tiny towel.... I was strolling to the guest toilet when I notice of that Mr Philips was standing in the living room
"Goo.... Good morning sir "
"Good morning to you too"
I ran to the rest room and took my bath as quickly as I could, then went back to my room to wear my tank top and a short.. Then returned back to the living room
"Sir...... What do you want to eat"
"Ehhm.... Make small salad for me "
"Salad"
Jesus..... How am I suppose to go about this.... I have never had a salad before, I can't even remember what it looks like, I saw it before going to the foster home, but I can't remember how it looks let alone how to prepare it
"Yes salad "
"I.... Uhhm.. Erm.. I... "
"You what "
"I dont know how to make salad "
"Are You serious.....You don't know how to make salad or you don't know what ingredients it contains "
I just nod my head, is it not the same thing.. To not know how what to use to make it and how to make it ...... I can't even remember what it looks like
" I thought I told you to write out the kind of food you can make "
"I... ". It would really be easy to say I forgot but it would just bring up all the issues I forgot yesterday
"I couldn't find a pen and a book"
"Seriously.... So what is so difficult in dicing cabbage.... Wait haven't you eaten salad before "
"No"
"You have not eaten salad before "
"No" I wonder why he's repeating .... is salad now a general meal
"So in your orphanage home they didn't think for once to feed you salad "
I'm not from an orphanage home.. How else do I have to make this crystal clear.... We were told specially that we are not in an orphanage why does he keep saying that
"this is hell..... How are you suppose to help me around here when you don't even know anything "
I don't even know what to say but I am hoping he returns me back to the foster home, because of this... I would prefer to be back in the crowded hostel rooms with the early morning farm work, my friends, our classes and even Mrs Lawrence's bitterness... It better to end this daydream now... The break is over
While I was thinking of the positive outcome of all these.. The door bell interrupts my thoughts... He turn to look at me and then he nods for me to get the door... I opened the door and Miss Tris was standing there
Somehow I was happy to see another face other than the regular handsome demon I live with..
She on the other hand didn't seem too happy to see me.. She shoved me aside as she walked straight to Mr Philips, gave me a tight hug and kissed him on his lips
"baby.. I have missed you, why weren't you picking my calls "
"You came here to tell me that by this time of the day"
"No, am sorry I was just very worried.... Actually I wanted to tell you that MOM called and she will be back in town next week so we can go see her "
"Ok"
"So how are you coping with Agnes "
"What do you think "
I didn't feel comfortable standing here and they are just talking about me like am not here, so I walked into the kitchen but I could still here them even though it wasn't as loud
"I guess she's still settling in, do you want me to come over for a few weeks and put her through somethings"
"that wouldn't be necessary "
"Relax am just trying to help "
"You've helped enough "
"Are You still angry about what happened on Sunday "
"Am not "
i heard kissing sound and then silence
"So are you going to enroll her in a school soon "
"What school "
"School .... She is still a student obviously "
"Really I didn't think of that "
"You at least need to sponsor her education... Till she's done with secondary school "
"Do I have to do that "
"Of course "
"No I don't.... She can speak good English and that's all that matters, she doesn't Need to further anything.. I don't have time for that, she's not going to any school "
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