I PUT everything I bought on the oak table one by one to double-check the list. And arrange it in the cabinet and some in the fridge. I chose to just open the can of beans so I wouldn't have to cook. My legs were still high sitting on the couch while holding a bowl of rice and can beans while facing the flat-screen TV when someone suddenly rang the doorbell. I stood up to hear the knocker and was very surprised at the unfamiliar face peeking out of the gate. "Good afternoon, who are they?" I asked curiously. "Is Gabriel there?" His question to me was. He is wearing a white long sleeve shirt and black jeans, he is also wearing sunglasses and the car is parked in front of the gate. "He's out, who are they?" I asked again. There he dropped to look at me before taking off the sunglasses. He had tousled black hair, which was thick and lustrous. His face was strong and defined. A prominent jaw curved gracefully and his eyes were dark brown. His eyes looked familiar but I can't rememb
I WAS just blown away by the violent wind in the air, so it turns out that they have a resemblance to Alessandra. I sighed again before continuing. I can’t help but think of how it would appreciate Alessandra’s family. was a bitter smile on my lips, and so was Hezekiah to me then, especially my family, ً so I can't blame him for why he's so good for Alessandra's family. When I finished cooking I chose to go inside my room to take a shower. A wore a simple T-shirt and black leggings. I went out to hear the laughter coming from the living room. I heard Alessandra's laughing from the distance, I turned out that she came from work. I was about to enter the kitchen when Alessandra called me. I quickly approached them and Hezekiah kept his eyes on me. "Meredith, I'd like you to meet my older brother Marcus?" she turn sideways to corner Marcus next to her. "Yeah, I met him earlier," I replied back and smiled timidly. "Oh?" She glanced at his brother who was now staring at me. "I
AS USUAL, all I can do here is clean and cook. It's not a joke that it's hard to work at home. I'm thankful that someone came here every week to clean washed their clothes. "Mareng, I'll help you with that." I tried to say while lifting some dirty clothes that were in the laundry basket. "Oh, it's okay mom, I can handle this." Patting her hand in the air to stop me. "Then I'll continue with what you put on." I prescribe again. "Have you finished your work in the kitchen? Sir, Gab might see you and scold you again." she stopped me. I slightly pouted my lips at what she had said. She's witness to how Gabriel scolds me when he sees something wrong with me. It's a good thing that Mareng will say this sometimes. "I'm done, so I can help you hang up the clothes." I put my smile back on her. Eventually, she didn't do anything because I started hanging clothes on the clothesline. "Why don't you look for another job? After all, you graduated from college," she comment. I have a deep si
"I'M SORRY, I was just shocked when I used the iron," I whispered, my lashes lifted with a soft plea. "I'm sorry?! You haven't done anything right here at home, and that's all I can hear from you, sorry?!" he shouted, narrowing his eyes at me. I was swallowed by what he said. My lips were almost bleeding from holding back the tears, and my two hands fisted with silent anger. If I open my lips something else might come out of my mouth. "You know what?! Marcus was right, we shouldn't have hired you here as a maid. Since you came here everything in this house get worst. If it weren't for Sandra, you wouldn't have been here for a long time," he said without a blanch or blink. I heard myself stammer and tremble. I wanted to stop crying but it quickly dripped from my treacherous eye. Gabriel stood and watched me for a long moment. He sighed, trying to expel the tension. The silence lingered so long, he saw how I wiped away the tears that dripped. "Look, Emory..." His voice was differe
I WAS so nervous as Alessandra laid out the guest lists one by one at the table who will attend the house blessing of their house next week. I looked carefully to see if I knew a prominent person who could meet Gabriel just in case. "Do you think the number of guests in attendance is okay? If I increase so?" Alessandra said while scratching the pen over her head. My eyes widened, "Are you sure you want more? It looks like your yard will be full just in case." I commented, trying to convince her intention. "Hmm, there's still a backyard, that's okay so I can have a pool party," she excitedly said, before bending down at the table and checking the list of invitation recipients. "Eh, how about the one you sent earlier?" I continue to be convinced of it. "It's alright, they won't be over twenty," she replied quickly. "Hmm," That's all I could hear. I pulled the lists she would send an invitation to. I immediately frowned at the familiar name there. Suddenly I was also sweat
HIS MOUTHED open, staring at me with wide eyes. He quickly leaned back in his chair and smacked his palm against his forehead. "How did it happen?" he asked suspiciously. "I hired an investigator a year ago. I gave him all the information I could to find Zekiah. And only in recent months have I received information about him." "Are you sure about that? Maybe that investigator is just fooling you because of the big reward in return?" "I'm with him at home." I'm sure I said. "No, you can't be serious, Emory!" he raised his eyebrows, clenched hand over his head. "I'm dead serious, Ellwood! He's alive, he's alive... and I already talked to him." I quickly responded. It was too late for me to retract what I said because his eyebrows seemed to rise even higher at the last thing I said. "Isn't that the ghost you say you can talk to?" he said, crinkling his eyes and nose. "Ellie!" I shot him a look and muttered some curses. "Alright, I believe so, so where is he? Why didn't you includ
I CLEANED all day on Saturday, even though Alessandra had staff come to fix the house for the house blessing. I still hadn't gone to work. Elie confirmed to me that Mommy didn't show up tomorrow, I didn't even ask what happened to Mom as long as I was very grateful for what she did. "Ah, Meredith!" Alessandra calls attention to me from downstairs. I was on the balcony and wiping the glass door there. "Yes, Sandra?" the stingy smile flashed on me. "Come here and join us for a snack!" she looked up at me. "Uh, that's okay! I'll just finish cleaning this first," my answer. "Come on! Get that down here!" She ignored what I said. I decided to follow what she said and went downstairs to share a snack with them. They deliver food from a popular fast-food chain. Nor did it forget to introduce me to those in front. "Guys, my new housemaid, Meredith" She introduced me to them. My lips twitched because of what she did outright. I smiled a bit, to dispel the loneliness. "They are my frie
IT WAS exactly noon and the sun was burning high in the sky. The guests arrived one by one. Alessandra entertained the guests, wearing a lovely champagne dress. That color is her thing. She's shining like a sun pouring heat onto Gabriel's face. They welcomed the guests and have a small chitchat after that. I glanced at what I was wearing. I only wear a straight cut dress, tie my hair into a sweet bread and a light touches of make-up. Very simple and not intimidating, not like Alessandra. I pursed my lips, why do I have to compare myself to her? I seem to be losing the confidence to question myself. I silently watched them from where I was standing with some waitresses and staff. If crying was the way to get rid of the pain I would have done it earlier. But what is the effective way to get rid of the disease? Maybe that's if I don't breathe and just close my eyes and go deaf to everyone. "Meredith," Mareng touched me. I reluctantly looked at her, "Mareng," I smiled at her shyly. "A