ENDLESS TEARS
Endless Tears – Episode 6&7
Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again
Genres: Billionaire, Deceit
Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage
Written by Adeola Nissi
(MAID IN HIS HOUSE)
He put his arms around my shoulders as he propelled me towards the exit. “Amara, you are a wise girl, I am sure you understand me perfectly. Now, what you have to do next is to make full use of this opportunity that landed on your laps on a platter of gold. You think Alex is so mean and wicked? He might be. But it is
just a matter of time. It just takes a beautiful woman with enough sense like you to bend him. We men, we pretend to be strong and invincible, but trust me; all women came through Eve, and inherited
her cunning talents. Make use of it my daughter and you would be
able to totally change the fortune of our family. All the dreams you
have of being a doctor, can still be achieved. Think about it my girl.”
He gave me a bright smile. I just could not believe all I was hearing.
Vaguely, I saw the car that was waiting for me. “Now go my daughter, your husband is waiting in your new house. Be a good girl.
He kissed my pale cheeks and led me to the waiting car. I walked like
a remote control robot, still not believing that everything I just heard
came from my own father. My mum met us, dabbing at her eyes. I didn’t‟t know what to feel. Was she also aware of dad‟s tactics? Am I a
sacrificial lamb in their quest for riches? It was too much to take in.
I slid onto the soft leather in the car and closed the door. The person, who seemed to be a driver, started the car. I stared at my
parents in disbelief as the car sped off. They vanished from my sight and I was left with the words of my father dancing in my head like
little butterflies. I felt as though I did not know my parents again but measuring everything, this seemed like the least of my problems as I looked forward to the next phase of my life.
The car entered a large compound that left me
momentarily stunned. It was not as big as the Senator‟s house but the design was
exquisite. I would not have imagined, despite the fact that I had seen many houses on my neighbor‟s television, that such an exquisite building existed. And to think that someone as young as Corper Bello
lived here was so unbelievable. I instantly felt out of place.
When the car was finally parked, I stepped out of it, looking a
little frozen. Am I expected to live here? In this massive house? How
would I cope with this? I had slept in the BQ in the senator‟s
compound and even that had been too much luxury for me, even
though I barely stepped out of my room. But here, if what I saw
outside was any indication, the house itself would be mind-numbing.
Getting used to this place would be a great deal of work, no doubt.
The only problem was that I would not be able to find joy here, the
thought was so painful. Even my shabby village was filled with joy
and a hope of a better tomorrow, surely, I would not get none of that
here. The man I thought I loved, cherished and respected was gone,
replaced by this terrifying monster that would do anything to make
my life miserable.
The driver took my sack of clothes, holding it with two fingers
like it was trash, as he led me into the massive building. I was right.
The house was spectacular, so breathtaking that it had me gawking
like a fool. A young pretty girl of about my age approached me with
an apron tied to her body. The driver gave her the sack and left her as
she stared at me vaguely.
“Hello” she said softly as if she were talking to a child. I looked
at her silently. “Mr. Alex told me that you were coming and that I
should show you to your room” she explained. I smiled briefly and
followed her lead.
She took me through a narrow passage in silence, and as we
walked, it occurred to me that the girl would be a staff. Still in the
narrow passage, we passed by two doors which faced each other and
took three steps further before the girl stopped in front of a door
which she opened. There was also a door facing the door she opened
but I disregarded it and followed her inside.
A mattress was on the floor, enough to fit one person
comfortably. There was a small table beside it, and a big box lay at
the far end of the room, by the wall.
The girl smiled, and then frowned. “Oh, forgive my manners, I
am Tina” she said. “I am the cook, even though I look small, my food
is always very sweet, you could eat up your tongue” she boasted
with a grin. “My room is opposite yours. You would meet another
girl, Tola, she is the cleaner. She went out to get some things. I am
sure you are Amara” she ranted.
I was feeling awkward because something seemed very wrong
and out of place. I nodded stiffly. “Yes. Amara” I responded. “Where
is corper… I mean, Mr erm.. Alex. Where is his room? Does he stay in
one of the rooms we passed?”
The girl laughed. “Of course not. His room is upstairs” she
leaned forward to whisper. “It is a very massive room. This room is
not as big as his toilet” she grinned. “This is where the staff stays”.
What? What the hell is going on? Before I could voice my panic
and question, we heard a car horn and the girl startled. “The boss is
here, I have to go and serve his food. He asked me not to talk to you,
please don‟t tell him I said anything if he asks.” With that, she
vanished.
I stood, still reeling from the implications of what I had just
heard. Am I to stay with the staff in my own husband‟s house? It
can‟t be real. The drama just never seemed to end. I don‟t know how
long I stayed there, at the middle of the room, but suddenly, the door
opened and I spun round to see corper Bello crowding the entrance.
He entered and closed the door behind him.
“I see you are fully settled” he said with clear indifference.
“Well, since you have obviously pushed your way into my life, let me
lay down the rules and regulations. You are in this house as a maid
and not a wife. Don‟t ever mention it to anyone that we signed a
marriage contract, or worse, that you are carrying something of mine
in your tummy” he said with obvious disgust. “Everyone here has
been informed that you are the new staff employee, and that is what
you would be in this place. You would join Tola in doing the cleaning
and other house chores. Never interfere with my food because I
won‟t want to contact cholera or food poisoning. You would be given
the staff uniform, so you don‟t have to go around in your pathetic
clothes. Do you understand me?”
I stared dumbfounded. He seriously did not mean all he just
said, did he? “You expect me to work as a maid in my husband‟s
house?”
His eyes flashed with fury. “First of all, you are not my wife.
Even though we signed a bunch of miserable papers, you can never
be my wife. Secondly, you should be glad that I dignified you with a
maid‟s position. You either do this or leave. You chose to marry me,
whatever you see is of your making, not mine” he growled out.
I swallowed. “What did I ever do to you? What is my crime
Corper?” I breathed.
“You got pregnant. That is your crime” he turned to leave then stopped. “And while you are here, you should never call me Corper, you call me boss” he opened the door and left.
One week passed and the idea of being a maid in my husband‟s
house was still like a bomb. Each passing day added to my shock and dismay at this display of impunity. I have never felt more like garbage like I did now, having to work with the maids in the house.
Ever since Corper walked out of my room, I hadn‟t set my eyes on him. I was careful to ensure that we never happened to be in the
same place together. My hatred for him grew with each passing day,
but my love for him was not eliminated either. I still could not understand why thoughts of him still plagued my dreams. Every
time, I entertained the hope that he would change and love me the way he professed in the village. Unfortunately, there was no
indication that this would ever happen.
My pale state and vomiting had made it known almost
immediately I arrived that I was pregnant. Tina had been very helpful, encouraging me and making me laugh whenever my mood
turned sour – which was almost all the time. I had been careful enough to avoid the subject of my child‟s paternity whenever she
tried to bring it up. Changing the subject had always been my way
out of that sticky situation. Tola, the cleaner, on the other hand, had
been a real pain. She never spared a change to throw well-aimed
insults at me. The fact that I had to share the house chores with her,
instead of making her happy, made her terribly furious. We became
instant enemies and she never stopped expressing her wish that I
would „go back to whatever stinking village I come from‟. Even
though Tina was constantly coming to my aid, dealing with Tola‟s
sharp mouth along with my other problems was beginning to really
get on my nerves. The fact that I should naturally be the madam of
the house was what stopped me from bantering words with her. It was infuriating that someone who should naturally report to me was
giving me a really tough time; it made the idea of being a maid sink in.
One fateful morning, I woke up extremely early, partly from lack of sleep and also from the desire to use the general maids‟ bathroom before the other girls, since we had to share bathroom and toilet. I was certainly in no mood Tola‟s ranting. After a refreshing
shower, I dressed myself in the maids‟ uniform and still had too much time to myself before starting the house chores.
After drinking the bitter village herbs to drive away nausea and dizziness, I decided to lose my already rough hair. The „all back‟ had lasted way longer
than it ought. Loosening it took just a few minutes and I combed my
hair out, letting the long strands fall freely past my shoulders.
Satisfied that I looked a bit better than before even without a mirror
to confirm that, I straightened up my bed and decided to start the
house chores, regardless of the time.
The work was a good thing for me because it helped me to keep
myself busy and push away depressing thoughts. I could not imagine
how terrible it would have been if I had to just sit idle and watch the
ticking hands of the clock. As I cleaned the furniture, songs of
sadness escaped my lips. Thoughts of corper stayed permanently on
my mind, probably because his picture frames hung all around the
extra-large sitting room. He had seen the product of our union as a
crime, but I refused to see the life growing in me as the cause of my
sadness. Notwithstanding the circumstances surrounding my
conception, I vowed to give my child all the love and care that he or
she deserved. Even if the child never knew the love of a father, I
promised to fill both the spot of a mother and that of a father in my
child‟s life. At first, recapturing corper Bello‟s love had crossed my
mind, but considering all that I was being made to go through, I was
not sure I even felt anything but hate for him anymore.
Footsteps alerted me, telling me that I was not alone. I tensed,
knowing exactly who it was before I even saw him. My thoughts may
have summoned him but his presence engulfed the entire sitting
room, immediately he started climbing down the steps. What was he
doing up so early? I wished he did not have such an effect on me and
the admission that I still harbored feelings for him made me
extremely angry. I stopped singing and cleaned the couch I was
cleaning furiously, with undiluted anger.
“I suppose you were taught how to greet” he murmured.
My hands stilled slightly, and then wordlessly, I continued.
“You are not deaf, are you?” he asked as anger crept into his
voice. He must have some nerves!
I dropped the duster instantly and faced him, wanting to show
him that I was not born mute. “Excuse me sir, if I remember correctly, the duties of a maid that was assigned to me was to clean the house.
That does not include greeting you, does it?”
He clenched his fists dangerously. “Are you raising your voice at me?” he growled, advancing menacingly.
I stood my ground. I had entered the lion‟s den; I might as well face the consequences. “What if I am?” his palm connected with my cheeks, sending me reeling backwards from the force. My face burnt
bright red and my eyes had trouble focusing on him as dizziness
gripped me with full force. He grabbed my neck and dragged me to
him and I started panicking. I don‟t think I have ever been so scared.
“Never” he boomed. “Never you talk back at me, you hear me?
Never” he roared and pushed me out of his hands. I almost fell flat
on my face from the force of the push and I stumbled furiously,
trying to get my footing. Immediately I did, I turned and fled into my
room like the devil was at my heels. Slamming the door forcefully, I
collapsed on my bed, in tears. It had become abundantly clear now
that this is not the Corper I fell in love with, because the man out
there was nothing more than a monster.
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