The Princess’s Affection

Chapter Four - Bianca Shiola’s POV

Heavily excited about what had happened to me, I saw the latest model of Range Rover parked outside my apartment. I entered my apartment and met Princess laying on the sofa, making use of an expensive phone that my money couldn't even afford, no matter how much I saved from my salary.

Hey girl, I greeted her as I walked into the apartment. So, babe, do you know that today was one of the good days for me? The funny story is that I got some money sent to me by an unknown person into my bank account. And when I went to the bank, to confirm if it had been mistakenly sent to my account. I was told that it wasn't, and when I asked about the person,

I was told that they couldn't go against the bank and spill the information because they would be in serious trouble. I was surprised to have heard that, but again, I accepted my faith and thanked her, leaving the bank and heading straight to my workplace. My saviour was a good Samaritan, and I thanked her for being my lucky charm and told her that God would bless her for coming into my life.

Princess then asked me, How much was sent to my bank account?

I told her that it was one hundred and fifty thousand naira and also added that the money sent to me was given to my siblings for their upkeep, the rent that I was owing for this month, and settled that for next month. And currently, I just have less than about twenty thousand naira left in my bank account.

Wow, she said. You are really a different person that I have ever met, which surprises me, and you are indeed a kind person, especially when you helped without knowing me, or are you really like this? she asked me.

Yes, I am actually like this; I answered her. I know this doesn't seem real, as people always feel that I am fake and pretend to be like this. But I want to assure you that I might not be a perfect person, but I do try my best to be good, and if it is the only thing that I can do before leaving this horrible world, I will do it.

Sometimes, I would want to commit suicide on purpose in order to leave this burden and pain that I am feeling. I am really emotionally tired and have no support system from my siblings apart from me in taking care of the family and having a shared responsibility with them.

I didn't know why I was really comfortable telling a total stranger what I felt inside. And I began crying immediately after I mentioned my late father.

When he was alive, the responsibilities, burden, and pain of earning money and sending it to the family became much on me the moment he died. The weight increased, and sometimes my siblings wouldn't understand me. Whenever they asked me for money, I told them I didn't have any money left, and they wouldn't believe me even when I said so.

I would cry myself to sleep in earlier times, but now I really don't even think of doing that anymore. Sometimes, I doubt God and ask Him why He allowed such situations to happen to me, and whenever I calmed down, I would apologise and try to resist the temptation of cursing God and complaining bitterly about what has been happening to me.

I hadn't a reason why I was telling her, but what I ever needed was a listening ear that wouldn't look at me with pity, and she was the first among the ones who had come my way, like Ola, her family, and the rest when they heard of my situation.

It wasn't like I was greedy, but I was very grateful and thankful for all the help that has come my way. What I needed was another friend from Ola who would listen to me and not overly sympathise with me.

Oh my God! I exclaimed. I am truly sorry for you to see me cry, and I am sure that I really look ugly. Also, I am not meant to burden you with my problems. I tried to laugh sheepishly by trying to lighten the mood and wiping away the tears that rolled from my eyes.

Let's forget about me. I laughed softly and diverted the topic by asking her how her day went and telling her about the latest model of a Range Rover car that I saw parked outside my apartment.

Whoever got it, kept it, or bought it must be wealthy, I reasoned.

It is mine, Princess said.

What, how, when, and where? I screamed out. Yours, like yours, you mean, I exclaimed.

Yes, it is mine, she said. Or are you saying that I can't own a Jeep or car and can't even afford one of mine? She asked me.

No, I didn't mean that way, and that wasn't what I meant. I was trying to lighten the tensed atmosphere and apologise, raising my hands in surrender.

Oh, okay, she said. It is mine, and I found someone for whom I made use of their phone to contact my mother, and she sent a chauffeur to bring me my car and personal things.

Oh, I see, I said. But girl, why didn't you leave after your mother brought your belongings to you? Why wait for a poor girl who doesn't have anyone and wait for her to return before leaving? Why tell me when you could just go without informing me when I'm not really important to you?

Don't say that you are really important and a good woman when no one knows the kind of strength that you possess within you. And never say that about yourself; Princess scolded me. You are indeed a beautiful woman and worth a mile. Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror, and then, that's when you would know that you are indeed a strong woman? Who else can do what you have been doing for years? You need to stop whining and be extremely grateful for how far you have come.

She then held my hands and stared at me, smiling, and hugging me for the first time since I had rescued her.

Thank you, I said to her, hugging her, smiling, and being so happier than ever, feeling quite empty and relieving my pain by sharing my problems.

Out of the blues, Princess asked me if I wanted to work for her. And maybe later on, we go see her mother, who was eager to see me and would want to know which kind of a person was kind enough to help her daughter.

I refused to accept her offer and told her that I would like to have time to think about it.

There is no need for you to think about working with me, she said firmly. Just think about me, repaying you for your kind gesture of helping me. Please, my dear friend, she begged me.

If you want me to really work for you, you have to really promise me that you will never in any way hurt me, and you must keep it that way as a sign of a promise vow.

I promise to never hurt you in any kind of way or form and I promise to be good to you no matter the cost if that is what would take you to work for me, then.

Sure, fine, I finally agreed. I would then work for you at your company as your personal secretary. She smiled, and I laughed at her goofiness. I went to the shower and went to bed to have a nap before, in the evening, Princess decided for us to go see her mom whenever she was ready to leave. I had asked her that she can just come to the room to wake me up, and lastly, I found out that Princess lived farther away from where her father and mother lived.