Chapter sixteen
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I miss my husband so much and thinking I"ll be arriving today to meet him, gives me goosebumps. I have
so many things to tell and do with him. Unluckily, he will be coming home in the evening. He has sent his
driver to come and pick me.
We get home and he sends my things upstairs. I open the door to meet a young girl cleaning. She"s a little older than me, I guess. May be a year older. I immediately frown at the situation.
Who is she? And what is her business here?
"Who are you?" I asked looking straight into her eyes.
"I"m Esther and I"m your house help...for now. Ac...Sir, gave me this job. He"s been good to me," she said with an innocent smile.
He"s been good to you? What is he thinking? What was he thinking before hiring a pretty young woman
into our home? Her uniform is too short...exposing her perfect legs. This lady looks like a model even. She was about to say Acel before she said sir. I"m sure I heard that.
"I see, I"ll go to my room then."
"Yes, mum. Please call me if you need anything."
I look at her again before climbing the stairs. My jealous mood comes smiling at me. Acel and I need to
have a serious talk. This is nonsense. I"m doing perfectly fine with my duties as a wife. Why would he
bring a stranger into our home?
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After taking my bath, I go downstairs to cook. I meet the Lady setting the table.
Just fine!!! She even beats me to it. How late am I?
"I was about to come call you. Food is ready mum."
"What is your name again?"
"I"m Esther please."
"This should be your last time cooking without me. You remind me when it is getting late. You call me
downstairs so we"ll cook together. Do I make myself clear?"
She nods and bows her head low. I look at her again and sit to pick a plate.
"Where do you eat?" I asked her.
"In the kitchen, please."
"I think it wouldn"t be much of a problem eating here. And stop calling me mum. You are even older than me." I said to her. Not because I like her. Because it is the right thing.
The door opens and hey, here comes the husband who takes decision without first consulting his wife. He comes closer with a cheerful mood. I eye him and return to my food. He frowns and kisses my cheeks.
He sighs as it dawns on him about the reason why I"m angry. I don"t even care about holding it in and
hiding how angry I feel.
"I"ll go upstairs to change then. Are you not coming with me?"
"You can see I"m eating, dear husband." I said emphasing on the word husband.
He nods and walks upstairs.
After eating, I clear the table and wash the plates. Esther comes to me to help but I ask her to find
something else to do. I find my husband sitting at the table eating.
I walk to our bedroom. After almost thirty minutes he joins me in bedroom.
He goes to the bathroom to bath. He comes out and we both stare into each other"s eyes. He breaks
the eye contact. Goodness, I can smell him from where I"m sitting. I"m too angry to think about anything
else. He comes to sleep next to me. He tries touching me but I quickly move away.
"What is wrong babe?"
Is he seriously asking me that?!!! Should I answer him or insult him?
"Talk to me."
"I come home to meet a very young beautiful girl in a short sexy dress who tells me she"s my house help. What do you want me to say to you? Do I need to tell you how angry I am? How can you take a
househelp without consulting me? And even when you need one, must it be someone who is this...this...
this young and all...and all sexy?"
"It"s just you being paranoid. Stop being jealous."
"I"m not being paranoid. Who does that? We are newly wed couple. You can"t hire a househelp. I know I
don"t have the best of skills in cooking but I"m trying hard...I"m trying my best. What? My opinion doesn"t count because this is not my mother"s house? Because you are the man? Because you make more than I do?"
I see anger in his eyes now and I don"t give a damn about it. He can"t be mad as I am right now.
"You are overreacting. She"s just a young lady who needs help. She just needed a job."
"Couldn"t you take her to one of your companies?" I laugh for a while and become serious again. "She
said you have been good to her. In what way?!!!"
"Are you accusing me? I come back from work hoping to sleep peacefully with my wife in my arms,
because it"s been long since we did that, she does nothing but accuse me. What do you take me for?"
"You send your driver to pick me up. And I come back from my trip only to find my husband has hired a
house help without my consent. Why didn"t you even inform me? Do you know how stupid I was when
she told me who she is? What kind of a husband does this? And now you ask if I"m accusing you? Why
couldn"t you hire a man for the job? Why must it be her?"
"Go ahead!!! Let me look like the bastard in this marriage. Go ahead!!!"
"Don"t even scream at me. Don"t even dare!!!"
He sighs and whispers, "When you calm down, you can talk to me. Right now, I"m off to sleep."
He turns to sleep.
What? He"s sleeping while we haven"t solved anything? Meaning he"s not considering taking her to his
workplace instead? I feel tears coming down my cheeks.
Why does it hurt so much?
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