Chapter 142

He raised the shirt in the air so we could see just how much the fanta had stained his cloth. The stain was similar to the map of a country and it needed to be soaked in detergent immediately and properly scrubbed. 

"Here," he threw the shirt on my bed and walked out with only a black vest and blue jeans. "I want you to wash it and make it spotless."

I stared at the place the fanta had poured on for a long time before taking a look at his face and zipping my mouth. I refrained from saying what was at the tip of my tongue. 

I vaguely wondered if they didn't have any washing machine in a house this big and fancy. I reluctantly went out to the tap just like he had instructed and a maid brought a bucket to me as sent by Maya's dad. 

I tore open the mouth of the detergent and downed some contents into the washing basin before turning the tap open and turning it back off when I had gotten enough amount for soaking the clothes. 

I soak