The Arrogant Slave

WEEKEND

I gulped as I looked at the frown on her face. She looks irritated that I can't help not to be nervous especially when she started walking towards me.

"I actually forgot to mention that you're allowed to do everything you want if I don't have anything to order but don't you even dare entering this room again," she sounds calm but in the tip of her tongue, it was surely a threat to me.

"W-why?"

"Upstairs is my room. I don't care if you're curious, stay out of this room. Do I make myself clear?"

"Very clear." I answered. Now I understand... but I still can't help not to be curious about it.

Is she hiding something? No, no. Even me, I don't want anyone to enter my room. I needed privacy.

I suddenly remember what happened few days ago, Vice crashed inside my room. She doesn't even know that entering someone's room without permission is actually invading someone's privacy. Could it be that she's really hiding something?

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My mouth twisted after seeing my Mom's name on the caller ID. I'm glad that she remembers that i'm still alive. I sighed and answered the call.

"Hey Mom," I boringly greeted her.

"It's good to hear my son's voice. How are you doing there?" How can she be so calm knowing that her one and only son is staying at someone's house for a full-month?

"Ma, am I adopted?"

"Don't say such silly things, Zero. This is for your own good and besides, the Vice President is gorgeous. Why don't you try to court her?" My jaw dropped because of the things that keeps coming out from my Mom's voice box.

"Seriously, Mom? I don't even like her." I find her interesting but no, I don't romantically like her. I don't know what kind of things are playing inside her head, she's really a crazy one.

"You don't have any classes right? Why don't you join us for lunch? You can invite Vice if you want."

It's Saturday and I can't think of anything to do all day. It's obvious the Vice President will clean the entire and she won't let me help. I'm her slave but i'm not doing anything. She even offered me foods, clothes and other things. I can't really see this as a punishment, it seems like my life became a lot more easier–

"Why don't we have lunch in our house? I actually need your help with something, Mom." The other line got quiet.

I know that she's puzzled and surprised. It's been so long since the last time I asked her help.

"S-sure. Should I ask your Dad to fetch you?"

"Don't mind. I'll just take the bus."

I pursed my lips because of the thing that I want my Mom to help me with.

"I guess I'll just see you later?"

"Okay, see you," I ended the call and sat on my bed.

It's Saturday and I guess it's a blessing in disguise that Mom called me.

It's already eight in the morning. Why Vice didn't woke me up? Is it because it's Saturday? Normally, Mom would wake me up at seven even in weekends or holidays… well, she's not a relative of mine, why would she wake the hell out of me?

I took a shower and walked down stairs, and saw Vice President mopping the floor. I gulped and was surprised to see her not wearing her uniform.

She's wearing white leggings and black sando. Her hair is kinda messy. She's sweating and her sweat drips from her exposed bangs.

"Good morning," I stood straightly when she greeted me without raising a glance.

"G-good morning. Why are you cleaning up so early?"

"I have to clean the entire house once every week just like what I said last time."

I can't still really believe that she'll be able to clean the entire house. To think that this doesn't have just two floors but third because of the weird staircase inside the mysterious room.

"Y-you want me to help?" That's rare. I'm not the kind of person to offer help but my conscience is eating me as I continue to watch her full of sweats while she continue to mop the floor.

"I'll give you my order if I needed to. Your breakfast is already set in the dining, eat and don't mind me."

My lip curved as I made my way to the dining. She's the most weirdest girl I have ever known.

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"Hey, can I go out? My Mom wants to see me." I held the bottom of my shirt tightly while I ask for her permission. She's scary than my Dad.

"Okay. Seven pm, time curfew."

Heck? What does she think of me? A newborn? Psh, but it's better than not to leave this house.

"I'll go now."

"Mmm." I heard her hummed. So no bye-bye? Take care? Well, whatever.

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"My son! I missed you so much!" My Mom rush towards me and greeted with a tight hug. I rolled my eyes because of their plasticity. Missed me? Really? A week without me made her look blooming.

"Missed you too, Mom. Have you cooked something yet?" She let go of me.

"I was about to. What do you want for lunch?" I pursed my lip and looked down.

"A-anything will do but can you please... teach me how to cook?"

Surprisement was visible on my Mother's face after hearing the favor that i'm asking her.

"What did Vice fed you to make you think that way?"

I frowned after hearing my Father's voice from upstairs.

"Nothing, Dad. It's just that I had some... realizations about my life."

They didn't said anything, so I followed Mom towards the kitchen. While Mom was teaching me how to cut pork, I can see how she's holding back her smile. Is that really shocking thay i'm asking her to cook?

"You cooked it very well."

"I didn't cooked it, Mom. Don't be sarcastic," I smirked as she tasted the soup.

"You should slow down, Mom," I said and hurriedly took a glass of water when her tongue got slightly burnt.

"Thanks– Mmm, son."

"Yeah?"

"I just noticed. Vice President looks like–"

"Her name is a jinx. Don't mention it, Mom. Please."