HER'S TO TAKE

0017

FREYA

Trrrrrrrrrrr!

The alarm clock broke our chat, making us spurn towards it.

“Put on your outfit. It’s duty time.” She said and ambled out of my room, not even waiting to hear me say a word.

I made to the door and shot it, then, I made to the wardrobe, took off my clothes and slipped on the duty outfit I chose earlier, not bothering to check it out because the mirror in the room was not big enough to help me take a view of my body. It was round and small.

I shoved the clothes I took off in the bag I came with and casted the bag into the wardrobe, and off I went.

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Outside the room, I saw the maids, all trailing the passage like ants, not chatting with anyone. They all looked like they had been here for a few days and had not really had time to make friends with each other.

They went out through three doors, which I could tell was the three doors I saw earlier in the big room I and the maid that brought me here walked into before we entered the passage with doors at its sides.

I joined one of the ques and trailed to one of the doors, not minding to ask where we were heading to, because I felt the best thing to do was to follow them and not to pester them with questions they might not like.

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We walked out of a door in a different section of the mansion, and every one in the section were milling around with laundry baskets, not talking to one another, and their outfits were not same with mine.

It was at this moment that I realized I was with the wrong team. I spurned to walk back to where I came from, and saw a woman standing behind me.

She was a middle-aged woman like the lady who took me to my room, and her face doesn’t seem a bit funny.

“What is a cook doing in the laundry?” she asked and folded her hands, waiting for an answer.

I looked around, not sure of the right answer to offer her.

“I’m—I’m new here—”

She narrowed her eyes and smiled. “You really look good to be here in the laundry section, but who knows who worked you in here.”

I wonder why she had to sound that way, but I knew I have no right to ask her questions, she rule in the crib definitely.

“Please, leave my territory, and go to the kitchen where you belong.” She said, pointing at a door that seemed to be the exit door.

“Okay, ma’am.” I nodded and made to the door she pointed at.

“And, don’t come here again.” Her warning was quite a stern one, and her words were enough threat, though she didn’t make an actual threat.

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The door was another strange door which led me into another strange place. All the doors in the mansion seem to be leading to different sections of the mansion, and I guess I was already lost in it.

I walked round the room I found myself in, seeking to find the kitchen where I was told I belong, but one of the doors in the room led me to another passage, and the passage led me to another, which turned out to be an exit door to a garden.

I walked unafraid into the garden, hoping I would find someone who would help take me to the kitchen I was told I belong to.

“Anybody here?” I asked and walked deeper into the garden, hoping I would bump into the gardeners whom I believed might be more polite than the woman in the massive laundry section.

No one responded to my call, so, I resolved to admiring and exploring the garden. It’s been long I last saw a massive and neat garden if this sort. The last time I did such was three years ago when I’d come out to the balcony to admire his garden when I feel bored and lonely.

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The garden was eighty percent real, the rest is fake, but it was as beautiful as the sun, and the birds perching on the mulberry three in the garden. The birds were colorful, and they don’t care if I was in the garden.

They flew from tree to tree and chirped at each other, as they carefully hunted the mulberry warms on the mulberry tree in the garden.

I was tempted to chase them, but then, I felt a figure standing behind me, his shadow towering over me.

Maybe a guard just entered and saw me standing in the garden with my duty outfit. I spurned to meet the guard, but I landed into the bare shoulders of a sweet looking young man who was dunning a pair of black pants and snickers.

His hands grabbed my arms and he held me to himself as though he intended to take a picture of me and him.

“Gosh. I’m sorry.” I struggled to let myself out of his grip but he held me tight. He wasn’t ready to let me go.

“I know you are sorry.” He freed one of may hands and took up a smile on his face. “What are you doing here?”

The question is enough proof that he is probably the guard in charge of the garden, and the woman who led me into the white room would not find it funny If she senses I was with a guard, and by the way, who ever that sets an eye on how he got me leaning on him.

“I didn’t intend to come here.” I said in defense of myself, hoping that would be enough reason for him to let me go, but he seemed a little adamant.

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“You don’t look like you wanted to come here for real. Are you new here?” he asked. His voice was shockingly calm. He doesn’t seem to be as rude as the guard we met at the gate. He was polite.

“Yes. I’m new, I missed my way and came here.”