MEL
I fold the clothes scattered on my bed as the new maid, Luan, reads out the rest of my tasks assigned by Jonah today.
“…and lastly, the boss wants you to attend the business party by 8 PM tonight.”
I heave a tired sigh and I collapse onto the bed. I lift my hands and rub both eyes with my index fingers.
“You know I don’t want to attend that.”
“Then I assume you’ll inform Mr. Andrea about it yourself,” Luan adds, and I frown at her.
I don’t say anything, but she understands.
“You’re mandated to attend, ma’am.” I can see the sympathy in her eyes as she speaks. It makes me sick to my stomach.
She’s been here long enough to see how Jonah treats me. He insisted on me being a full-time housewife and Luan is Jonah’s gift to me. She’s a help and support.
I sometimes think she’s Jonah
