THE BOSS AND THE COOK.

( MR. MISANTHROPIST) BY MJ SERAPH. CHAPTER ONE: LIVING WITH UNCLE II. I was shocked when Isaac said I was the who threw the wall gecko on his leg and that made uncle Alabo to out of anger use his belt on me, not until when Emmanuel showed up and told uncle Alabo that it wasn't me, but by then I was already ok the floor, crying helplessly. My name is mercy Ibietela , From rivers state, actually from the Kalabari tribe, I am currently 19 years old, my parents, Mr and Mrs Anakaye-oforie ( that's my dad's name) both died almost the same time, my dad died in a motor ghastly accident while my mum, out of shock, died in the hospital, guess that was when I was an ss2 student when my uncle came and took me away to live with him I'm akwa-ibom state, though life wasn't easy to love with an outside person, even if he was my uncle, he still treats me badly. " you better clean this carry this thing out for here" my uncle barked and left the room " aunty mercy sorry" that was Emmanuel standing close to me, I nodded and stood up, about to carry the wall gecko but couldn't move, I looked down and saw Emmanuel holding my legs " I know you need it" I smiled and hugged him so tight, truly Emmanuel was just like a God sent to me, he's the only one who treats me better ever since I came to leave with them, he's only six but yet understanding and so loving. well......I was the one who took care of him since I wasn't going to school, the agreement between my mum and uncle Alabo was that I was to go to school (university) that was why she gave him all the money my dada had and transfered it to his account, at least that was enough to finish my education, but unfortunately, I attended a really bad government school, and after my waec exams, my uncle told me that the money my mu sent to him didn't hit his account, and I was like.....' wow, what a well packaged lie' . I felt so bad ' oya toku, pakaye pakaye goye goye sike ' I kept saying and I got better, that's what my mum thought me whenever I was in a bad state which means ( my child everything that happens, happens for the better). One day, after we all ate on the dining table, I gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen and started washing them, then my my uncle's wife aunty mitenye came and knocked my head( I must confess, that really hurts) " owwwww" I exclaimed " madam so you were expecting me to clean the table for you abi??" she shouted and kept her hands on her waist, waiting for me to give her a better explanation "No ma...I....I...wanted to....to clean.." I stuttered when she interrupted my forever speech "to clean what!, were you not supposed to clean before coming to wash the plates?" are you stupid?" she asked. " No ma" I replied innocently and then another slap landed on my cheek " how dare you talk back at me when I'm talking? " I'm sorry ma" another one landed on that same cheek " so you're still talking?" " but ma you asked me a question that needed an answer" "oh really, okay then" she brought out an iron spoon from the dish set and used it in my head, I cried so loud, but nobody was there to save me, layer on, after some minutes of lying on the ground and crying my heart's out, Emmanuel came in. " mummy I poo poo" she turned around and saw him standing at the entrance of the kitchen " you better go and clean that boys poo, clean the table, re-mop the parlor and wash my bathroom!" " yes ma" she bounced out, and I stood up immediately. " come Emmy, come and show me the poo" he walked out and I followed suit, I seemed a little bit surprised because he was entering my room, I said nothing, then he put on his knickers " I want to wash film" " but you said you poo, where is it so I can go clean it" he looked down and started squeezing his clothes, I moved cloes to him and bent down. " so you didn't...." " yes, if I did not tell mommy that I poo then you will not marry" I kinda thought of it but it wasn't clear, what does he mean by marry?, I actually git the message that he didn't poop but what was he saying about marriage?. " what do you mean??" " aunty mercy don't you know that you're a fyne woman?, and if I did not tell mommy that I poo ehn? she will flog Ang and flog you and when she will mistaken flog you eye then your husband will not like you again because of your spoil eye and you will not be fine again so..." I didn't let him finish, when I dragged him to my self and hugged him tight. " thank you so much Emmy" " Emmy?" he repeated after me and was about asking me who was Emmy " it's a short form for Emmanuel" " I think I like it" we both chuckled. TBC.