My Boss's obsession

{Sometimes we act blind and deaf trying to make our life dreames come true,} The alarm rings so loud waking up the sleeping beauty. She hesitates to wake up and she seems contemplating with herself whether to wake up or not.Today is that day that everyone doesn't like when you wake up while its raining. Faith wakes up frustrated, she only slept for a few hours and now she has to wake up and begin her routine. She is already used to it but today she wakes up with an odd feeling. That feeling of being tired of something. She was tired, really tired. She works for more than 12hrs and rests for only four hours of a good sleep but today her body feels deprived of something. Even though I wished I could sleep a little longer, I couldn't so I lazily pulls myself together and out of bed. I was used to this but today, I felt so angry at no one in particular. I felt like I was ready for a battle. Waking up at five in the morning, doing laundry and preparing breakfast for the boss's family. It has become something I was used to as I have already worked as a house help for more than two families and so almost every thing was the same but in this family it was different. The family was filthy rich and their tone while conversing with me was also different. There was mockery in their words, maybe because I didn't aim for higher studies. Sometimes looking at me in disgust as if I was some kind of a plaque but I was already used to it and I no longer cared, I needed their money and I was left with no option. It's my desire of changing my life's fate and that, has turned me into this, a mere house maid. I professionally prepared a delicious breakfast like usual. I had become a professional chef in this house, and if there is something the family likes, is a well cooked food and I was a pro in this. This is the only place I like so much, being in the kitchen, cooking. It's the only place I got to work peacefully, but I have dreams, dreams of changing my family life in the village. I am a poet, I am a musician. If only I had enough money I would have recorded my songs, published my poetry and maybe earn something out of it. Sometimes I think that the person who wrote my fate was too mean to me. I didn't deserve this kind of a life. She sets everything well without making a single mistake. When the table is set, she rings the bell and everyone gathers around the dining table. She steps aside lowering her head down until everyone is seated. She later excuses herself and leaves the family enjoy their breakfast in silence. Faith goes back to the kitchen and serves herself breakfast. She stays enjoying the silence watching the rain drop slowly as some drops aimlessly hit against the window. The rain has already subsided but still threatens maybe to rain heavily again. Sometimes it intensifies while at other times it's like it's almost over. Her silence is cut short when Mark shows up in the kitchen uninvited. " And what do you think you're busy doing," he angrily asked. " What do you think young Master?" I question back in the same tone. I was done playing by everyone's rule around here. I was done being a loyal dog. " Who do you think you're talking to like that?" he is really angry and shouts at me and if looks could kill, I would be dead by now. His stare was enough to make me shiver or coil myself in fear, but not today not anymore. " Do you need anything Sir? was breakfast not enough if so I'll bring some," I sarcastically retorted back at him. " How dare you.." he raised his hand ready to strike me but stops mid air. " I dare you Mark." I stare at him not afraid anymore. " I need my black suit ironed again." " What do you mean 'again'," I air quotes the last part. " Which part did you not understand?" he questions losing his temper. " As you can see am busy, you can do it yourself," I fires back at him. " What?" he stares at me in shock like I grew some horns but I didn't spare him a look as I continued to carry on with what I was doing before he burged in. " Did I hear you right or am I having a hearing impairment?" " You got me right Mark, you got hands yourselves plus you know where the iron is, so sort yourself." Mark breathes hard trying to control his anger. He's only one step to losing it but I doesn't give him a chance. He stares at me looking for some kind of doubt or regret on my face but I was rigid showing no sign of regret. I showed him no emotion. " You heard me Mark and now if you excuse me I'll like to carry on with my tasks." " Do you have any idea that it's us who keeps you here." I faced him shaking my head in denial. " The last time I checked, your dad pays my paycheck as a house help not your pet." Looking at the look on his face I felt triumph. I felt so good and smiled proud of myself. He leaves agitated. His meeting is only forty five minutes away. He was as a manager at Kenner group of companies and the meeting was so crucial he couldn't miss it. They're are planning on how to receive the new CEO of the company. I've heard about it while he was conversing with his father who is an investor in the named company. His contribution is the key to Mark being employed there. And if you ask me that position doesn't suit him. Like how does he communicate with other workers in the company with his attitude, his ego and pride. Mark on the other hand moves up and down in his room contemplating on what Faith has said to him. The conversation plays again in his mind and this makes him even much angrier. " How dare she? Whom does she think she is?" he shouts at no one in particular as he scatters everything on his table down to the floor. " Mark are you ready," his dad calls from the hallway. He keeps checking his wrist watch. He is also attending the same meeting and by the look on his face tells more of him not wanting to be late. " I'll be there in a minute dad," he answers back. I in the contrary I'm in the kitchen listening to their small talks. Mr Richard seems restless when Mark doesn't show up. It's almost five minutes and he's not there yet. The poor dad waits impatiently. Bella, Mark's younger sister runs towards his room knocking tirelessly. " Hey Mark dad is losing his patience, why are you not coming out? is everything alright brother," she continues with the banging untill Mark opens his door. " If you break my door, who's gonna repair it," he playfully pinched her at the ridge of her nose. " Daddy has been calling." "I know," he said as he carries her in his hands. " Lemme down Mark, lemme go." Mark was tickling him making her laugh. Her laughter always fills the house with warmth. She had a pure and innocent heart. Even though her family has everything she needed she was respectful not like his elder brother and sister. " Okay, okay." he puts him down and Bella runs away from him still laughing but Mark still runs after her. She runs and hides behind me. " Please help me auntie," she playfully asked me but one look on Mark makes him back down. I squatted down to level up with her and said, " It's alright he's already gone." " Thank you, you're my best friend," she hugged me. I looked down and messed up with her hair staring at Mark to show him my triumph over his little sister. " It's okay my little friend. Now go say goodbye to your dad and.." I looked up to make sure Mark is watching and when his looks satisfied me I continued, "..your troublesome brother." He gave me a deadly look that only softens when Bella turns their way. She runs towards his dad and hugged him goodbye and did the same with his brother who also messed with her hair. As they left she still waved at them. " Goodbye dad, goodbye brother." " Goodbye honey I love you," it was from Mr. Richard to his favourite daughter. " I love you too dad, good day." " Good day too princess." he said as he started the ignition of his car. As they left chaos still continued especially from Becca (Rebecca, she's older than Bella and younger than Mark.) She's a spoiled high school brat but with me she knows I am a no nonsense especially this days, I became more serious and ferocious than before. Even though I didn't like her joking with me, she still found a way to tease me and more in a flirtatious way. Even though sometimes I liked it I hated when she starts flirting with me.