Melancholy...

Chapter 15

Song I listened to whiles writing and editing this chapter: Murder on my mind by YMW Melly.

It has been 2 weeks.

2 good weeks.

2 weeks of torture,pain,sleepless nights,anger,depression.

And for the first time in two weeks, I was going to the bastard's again. I had called in sick for the past two weeks and the bastard did not even care. All he wanted was that I "come fast because he was paying me to work and not to stay home."

Every single day in these 14 days, I had considered quitting my job at the bastard's. But I knew I needed that job. I needed money. My legs shook as I got closer to the house. I began to panic but held myself together. I was intentionally late because I didn't want to face the bastard yet. Thankfully, he was not there. My aim was to finish everything as fast as possible and I did just that.

It was 3pm, and I had managed to finish with everything. I had even prepared some rice and stew for him. "Baba, I am going o" I said as I closed the door behind me. "Oh. But master said wait for him"  he replied. I looked at him in shock. "He said I should wait for him?" I asked, thinking that maybe I didn't hear what he said right. "Yes my daughter" he responded. I thanked him and went back into the hall. Why did he want me to wait for him? I wondered as I made myself comfortable on the sofa. That thing was softer than anything I had slept on in the past few years. Having money was good!

The sound of a car's horn woke me up from my sleep on that 5 star sofa. Dang, I had slept. I got up quickly and went to the kitchen before he could come to the hall. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close, signalling that he had arrived. He was alone and that made me happy. I didn't want to see any of his friends right now.

He sat in the sofa and turned on the television. I looked in annoyance as he stretched his legs comfortably and took off his tie.

God damn, what is it he wants?

Some kind of weird telepathy must have gone on between us, for just after I thought of what he wanted, he called me to the hall. "Get me some wine" he said. I did just that and took it to him in the hall. After taking the cold glass of red wine, he looked at me and told me to sit down. "What?" I asked slowly. My ears must have heard him wrong, because never had he ever told me to sit on his sofa in all the months that I had worked for him. "I said sit down."  He said,swirling the wine in the glass majestically.

I backed away and sat on one of the sofas. Of course, it was the one farthest from him. "How are you?" He asked. "Fine"  I said in a pointed voice, clearly indicating that I was in no mood to talk to him.

"That's nice." He said, his eyes on the television. We sat there in silence for sometime, his eyes fixed on the television the whole time. I was about to leave when he said,"Now Franklina, I have a proposal for you." I stared at him quietly and he moved on.

"A friend of mine needs a full-time maid for a year. I am practically selling you to him, and you are worth Ghc 600. We will share that money 50/50. So you get Ghc 300, I also get Ghc 300. Each month you will be paid Ghc 450. You will live in their house and the utilities you use will not be subtracted from your pay." He stopped for sometime and looked at me. "He saw you here last two weeks and said he wanted you to take the job. I have already gotten myself a new maid, so I won't be needing you here anymore. You have two weeks to think about the offer. Today is your last day here. Your pay is on the dining table. If you don't accept that job, it is your loss."

Shocked,I turned my head to the left and looked him in the eye. We had a staring contest for some few seconds, but the emotions my eyes held must have forced him to divert his eyes to the television screen.

"You are a fool." I bursted out. "How can you be so confidential about the nonsense you are saying? You are literally selling me to some man for Ghc 600? Grandma must be crying her eyes out in her grave because she raised you better than the man you've become." I said, shaking my head.

Giving his mango-shaped head one more glare, I took my leave, stamping my foot loudly. I dropped off the tray in the kitchen, took my pay and left, slamming the wooden door as loud as I could.

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Q: Are you getting paid for this.
A : No sir,not yet.

Thank you all for sticking around. Most active readers will be announced in chapter 16. I love you all.

Xoxo,
Arianna.