Time flew fast. My admission was final in June, I was offered my course Economics and everything seems to regain normalcy around the house even Mr. Pretty-face was not left out. He checks in every week days and checks out every other weekend. I guess that arrangement works with madam and the new chef.
The new cuisine however was for my own benefit though; Derele would seldom eat at the mansion, mainly for dinner when Mr Kumuyi was not on his trips. Whatever leftover of the chef’s intercontinental food was for my tasting and eventual salvaging and trust me most of the food were trashed. Sisimi would not eat them not after she tried once and purged throughout the night.
June 12, public holiday was on a Monday, everyone was home even Mr Kumuyi; which implied that Derele would make an appearance. I was assisting chef with the table-setting for dinner when Mr Kumuyi (Jr.) walked in video-chatting on his i-phone. His respondent on the other end was definitely the mysterious Miss Toke; I can hear the British drawl and her high laughs.
Toke is a celebrity presenter on the television or so I gathered from the staffs. I wasn’t home the day she came around. Sisimi could swear she recognizes her from TV and in that she was dressed and decked to befit a celebrity.
“Hey.” Did Derele just spoke to me? Normally, I am to greet my bosses first but am feeling pretty arrogant tonight. Anyways, he was supposed to be video-chatting his girlfriend.
“Good evening sir.” I replied.
“What are you serving tonight madam?” He placed his i-phone on the dinner table.
I turned to see if he had hung up the video chat. “You should wait for the chef.” Seriously, is he checking me out? Not now when I am on my worst for wears and this funny looking cap am supposed to put on whenever am in the kitchen. It is not that I expect him to see me differently from the help I really was. I just felt I should not outrightly look like the help, not around this sure looking bloke.
So Mr and Mrs Kumuyi come in at this time. I hurriedly served appetizer and was hoping chef do the rest. I was going to escape to my side of the house when Mr kumuyi stopped me on my track.
“How is the school going Maureen?”
“Very well sir.” I replied politely.
“She was easily accepted for Economics. She studied very hard for the exam and she deserves the admission. In another four years you are looking at an Economist resurrecting Nigeria from her recession.” Madam said dramatically, finishing by nodding her head frantically.
“How is that supposed to work out, school and work?” That is Derele.
“It is called school and work darling, people do that all the time.” Madam returned enthusiastically.
“Really, do they? Garki to main campus, that is like on the same route.” Derele fired back goading his mother. Very good! Mother and son are at it again. I quietly excused myself before my job becomes a past tense.
Later that night, Miss Toke came over to the house, she spent the night. I know that because Tuesday morning as I was cleaning, I saw Derele snuffling around the guest room obviously in search of something. Then he approached me to get him aspirin from the pharmacy down the street. Did I say I am also the errand girl around here in my job description? Yes, I am. No sooner had I brought the drug to him than he left for the office.
Miss Toke however came downstairs late morning. I guess she slept off her hangover because even though her perfume could not hide the liquor smell, she is definitely looking bright and beautiful. And she is the entire TV celebrity look, from the professional makeover to the human hair that reached to the back. Her skin colour made Monalisa Chinda’s skin look like a sham. She has to be a half-cast of some sort or that had to be a contact lens she is wearing, because her eyes colour was grey.
In all she was the female counterpart of Derele, she was not modeling tall or slim but she was all the same attractive and classy. Good for them, they complemented each other. So, why would he be checking me out just the other night when he had Miss Perfection? Maybe I was delusional and really wanted him to check me out.
©Tiana
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