GILDA'S POV
"What are you here for? What's that in your hands?" He asked me.
I became dumb; no words were coming out of my mouth. I stood there like I had not heard his question.
He raised his eyebrows at me.
" I came to do your leg massage. I was asked to do it by one of the maids." I finally found my voice.
" I don't remember asking you to do such, none of the maids do my leg massage, besides, it is done at the hospital," he said calmly.
Why were the maids trying so hard to ridicule me? Why were they trying to make me appear bad?
" I am sorry, I didn't know that," I said.
" You can go ahead, you are already here," he said.
I don't even know how to do this, yet I can not turn back right now.
I kept the bowl on the ground and knelt beside his wheelchair. I took his righ
