NANNY FOR LITTLE BEVERLY

CHAPTER FOUR

ANTHONY'S POV:

I am now on my way to Miss Natasha's house with the truck that will help in packing her things right behind me.

I wonder how someone will live in this ghetto. This place is looking very dangerous and dirty.

"You will turn left Anthony" The goggle map instructed.

Oh damn!!!, ...This area has lots of hoodlums. Look at them in their numbers, standing by the roadside.

I pray we make it out of here in one peace..

The Goggle map directed us to the front of a very old two-storey building that looks like it will collapse anytime soon.

I brought out my phone to call her without stepping out of the car.

"Hello Miss Natasha, Mr Anthony speaking. We are outside your house. Could you please come out?" I said as I ended the call.

Minutes later, I saw a lady coming out of one of the rooms on the second floor. That must be Miss Natasha , I thought..

She quickly came out of the building wearing a baggy sweater with leggings underneath. I think baggy is of her favorite wears.

Miss Natasha walked towards the truck as she began talking to the driver and the men that will help to pack her loads.

I quickly went out of my car and walked behind to join them.

She didn't notice me at first but immediately she does, her countenance changed just like earlier at my office when she read the contract.

"Mr Anthony, what are you doing here?" she asked amazed and alarmed.

"What wouldn't I be doing here?" I answered back sarcastically with my hands placed against my chest , looking at her.

"I didn't think it was necessary for you to come. I can pack the load myself. After all, it isn't that much" she stated.

"I didn't come this long distance to argue with you on who is fit to pack your luggage Miss Natasha. So could you please lead the way?" I instructed, giving her no room for argument.

She began moving and muttering below her voice, obviously she isn't happy.

I wasn't so comfortable leaving my car outside alone in this dangerous zone, so I asked one of the men who came along in the truck to wait behind with the driver.

We climb up the dirty staircase to the second floor where I saw her coming out from earlier. Some people were cooking at the balcony while others were sitting, chatting but all motion stopped immediately they saw us.

As Miss Natasha opened the door after few seconds of manipulating the broken knob, we finally entered inside.

"Wow!!!" I exclaimed under my breathe.

"How do you breath in here?, it is very small and tight. " I asked without thinking that it might come out offensive and I regretted the question the minute I finished asking because Miss Natasha is looking very sad.

Infact, she looks very uncomfortable and will I say, embarrassed.....

"Ok, can we do the packing?." I turned to the guy we came in with.

"Just the ones in the carton" she calmly said but the cartons aren't that much, just about five of them, with her suitcase.

"What about the rest of them?" I asked.

"I am leaving those ones" she quickly replied.

"Miss Natasha, I think it will be better we pack everything now, because I won't give you the opportunity to bring another truck to this ghetto again" I clarified. Though it came out rudely.

"I sold them out to the next occupant of the room" she replied back.

I disgustingly surveyed the room and my gaze slowly returned to her face of which her eyes are already on me and she has this pathetic look that stirred up something inside of me.

I quickly diverted my gaze to something else.

Then I realized the guy was done packing the cartons except for the suitcase that was horizontally laid at her feet.

"Remaining the suitcase," I pointed to the wrecked suitcase but she immediately objected.

"I will just carry this one myself", she said .

I and the guy packing instinctively looked at each other and then return to look at her confused.

"The handle is broken, so I will just carry it myself". she reiterated as she squat to lift the obviously heavy looking thing.

"Ma'am, don't worry I can lift it carefully" the guy offered.

She looked at him unsure....

"Miss Natasha, the content inside will not fall off. let the man do his job" I instructed as I'm beginning to get irritated.

She hesitantly moved away from the suitcase and the guy lifted the box just the way she wanted but with much ease.

"Guess we are done" I enquired.

She nodded her head and gave the room that kind of last look, as if it means something to her and she doesn't want to let go.

We both head out of the room and she manoeuvred again to turn the door knob.

She then gave the key to one of the women that was outside when we came earlier and they hugged each other as she wave them goodbye.

We entered my car together, while the men followed us behind.

NATASHA'S POV:

I wasn't expecting Mr Anthony to come along with the men that will help me pack my things. It was quiet embarrassing, letting him come into my miserable area, talk more of entering my room .

I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me.

The disapproving look he was giving the room and me made me felt very conscious. Like I should sit on the floor and cry.....

"Miss Natasha, what about your family, don't they live with you?", Mr Anthony asked. Interrupting my thoughts while we were still on our way to his home.

"No, they live at our hometown" I replied curtly. I don't want any long conversation after a tiring day as this.

"I see...." he said .

I wonder what he sees.

"So, how old are you?", he enquired abruptly.

"I am twenty-two Sir" I replied back.

Why all these questions now. Does he suddenly realize that I am no fit to be his daughters nanny?, I thought.

He increased the volume to the music that was playing low in the background as we continued our journey to his home.