HE IS MY CHAUFFEUR ✅

TWENTY eight- NINE

Hi/ Salam alaikum.
I feel so ashamed to update without replying comments wallah🙈. God knows I've tried, and it will just say unable to retrieve comments. Sometimes I reply twice but it doesn't go till it wishes. It's stressful. I dunno what's wrong.

Anyway be informed, your comments are really appreciated. Thanks a bunch.

As I promised @zeekadir and AminaHassan and others, here's an update. Enjoy!

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The aroma of the rice coming from the boiler was amazing. Adeelah suddenly felt like she was hungry.

"The rice smells nice." One of the students commented her thought as they walked about the rice industry. They had to know everywhere before they begin work.

El-mustapha then joined them at their back. They kept walking around with a supervisor.

"There in the boiler, the rice is parboiled. The essence is to prolong the shelf life of the rice, to make it ready to eat too. To reduce the chalkiness of the rice and it's tendency to break. It boils for one hour. From here, it goes into the dryer..." The man explained to them. They could hardly hear him due to the loudness of the machines.

The man said that was brief introduction and tomorrow real work will start especially in their field of study. They all nodded and were about to disperse when they heard Adeelah talking in high voice.

A worker was watering the lawns that led the way to guests room when he poured water on her skirt.

"What's happening here?" El-mustapha stepped in. Adeelah looked at him and swallowed something.

"He poured water on my clothes." She answered. Other students rolled their eyes. They thought it was something serious with the way she talked.

El-mustapha looked at him. The man began apologizing right away.

"You apologize to my workers because my workers are very important to me. They are the backbone to the company's success. Miss Adeelah apologize to Malam Kawu." Adeelah looked at him twice. He was revenging obviously. Well she would show him who the fool was.

"Oh I am the low one here. Sorry Malam Kawu. I am hungry, you know a hungry man is an angry man huh?" She laughed. The man was stunned. He shook his head, showing his pleasure.

"Let me help you with the watering can around. It seems like employers don't have mercy to help you free of charge. You're too old for this work. If only I am rich I would've been paying you without you working for me." She spoke, looking at El-Mustapha from the sides of her eyes. She knew he's got the message.

"No Hajiya..." The old man smiled.

"Please allow me Baba. I am your daughter." When she insisted and he refused and she knew the man was clearly afraid of the CEO, she removed a thousand note from her bag and gave him.

"Help yourself for transport then." She watched El-Mustapha hiss and leave the place. She smiled in gleam and left. She was walking when she heard Salisu's voice. He was talking with a female worker. She didn't know how it happened but she felt her blood temperature rising.

How dare him? She didn't know.

It sounded funny. How many men was she talking to? She didn't remember that. All she remembered was Salisu laughing with someone and she hated him for that. She mean he's not supposed to.

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Yar Tsana called Ammar when all the girls staying in her house had leave for business. The dirty business she was once in. She's no longer into the business unless she felt lonely. The ladies in her house all paid her rents and that was a huge amount.