“Uuuuugggghhhhh”, I screamed. For heaven's sake, it is just 7 am and my mum just ruined it. She has been in New York City for a month attending some businesses. Dawn in New York is dusk over here. All she cares about is,“ Don't eat a lot, stay away from foods rich in calories. Bluh bluh blue”. I have to go out now. I pushed the blanket and stomped down the stairs not caring that my hair was messed or that I was wearing pajama. All I knew for sure was that I need to see myself out.
Besides the car was a man that I was seeing for the first time. Maybe older than me by a few years and probably the new chauffeur. I went towards him and commanded, “Hand me the keys”. Usually, the chauffeur would quickly hand me the keys and bow their head as I drive off. But he wasn't doing any of the two. I looked at him furiously,“ The car keys.” I was sure this time he would obey me. But he just stood there and looked at me and replied, “no”.
My brain was like wwwwait, what the heck! No one had ever disobeyed me, nonetheless a servant. This is a first.
“Nannnyyyy!” I shouted and there she came running. My nanny Miss Kith, sometimes I hate the fact that I act a brat to her because she has been with me more than my mother. Considering her age, I shouldn't be a baddy to her.
“ Nanny! I want a new chauffeur ”, I then looked at him and commanded,“ The keys”. He just walked away as My eyes followed, only to see him open the backseat door. Now, this is going a little too far. First, he says no then walks out on me .who does he think he is. I switch my gaze to Miss Kith.“My dear, you, you should first step back in and dress up and also have your hair done for you”, she said with her head bowed. Honestly, she and my mother are close to no different. “I will get back to you”, I said strongly to her and walked into the car.
He drove without asking where I was going, the nerve. I kept glaring at him to make him uncomfortable but no, he was just driving.“stop the car right now”, I commanded. It took two damn minutes for him to get the car parked. Like seriously, I feel so done with him. It has not yet been an hour since we met, but he has cracked my brain like a broken mold. As soon as he walked out, I opened the backseat door and rushed to the cafe. I looked back at him before I went it. He still looked unbothered. All chauffeurs before him, be it elderly or youth would always try to appease me in all ways possible so they don't have to get fired.
I walked in and sat at the corner. The waiter came to me. Looking at the other customers, I could tell they were blubbering about me to each other.“I want a jalapeno vegan pizza with a boba avocado mixed banana smoothie with chocolate sprinkles”. I looked out through the transparent door and he was there just posing like a model by the car. I could tell that the girls passing by were drawn to him, judging from how they were stealthily gawking at him, and smiling .“if only you knew what you wish for ”, I murmured beneath my breath.
On the main occasion, my order was being served, yeah, this is my recipe for canceling a bad day. As I started to chew, yes, just what I needed. I started to feel refreshed and energized. I was in a whole new Utopia, not caring about anyone or thinking of anything except the satisfaction I was getting. And without realizing it, I had eaten up.
I walked out of the cafe and made eye contact with him and I took walk to my left-hand path. I don't cross the road twice. It is a rule I set for myself because it would feel like I was going back to where I came from. As always should be, the chauffeur gets me along the route and stops for me to enter. I had walked nearly to the zebra crossing and I realized.“I have been walking for minutes now”, I blubbered and looked back to the car. It was still parked and the chauffeur was leaning against it as he took a swig of water from the bottle.
Is this happening! I wondered as I looked at him. He looked at me and continued drinking water like nothing was to be done. The nerve of this chauffeur was over the board. I was willing to let him off the hook but now he proves it is worthless. My ego is so important and that means I will not walk back to the car. I stared at him furiously as he looked at me. He went ahead and held the water bottle with his right hand as he kept his left hand in his pockets then lean against the car and stared back at me without distracting his attention. This is crossing the line. I was charging up in anger and breathing heavily and faster than usual at his audacity. A cab parked in front of me. I hate cabs for the fact that everyone sits in there and not once is it cleaned before another person boards it. But right now, I'd rather bear with a cab than walk back to that good-for-nothing chauffeur.
After I sat in the cab, I gave the driver my location and looked back through the transparent back window of the car and I saw him drive the car out of the parking space. pop-eyed in shock, I concluded that He is a cold-ass jerk. I will make him pay for this. How the heck did he even get this job. He is not fit for it. He does not listen to my orders or follow up to keep a good profile. Wait till Mom hears about this. Miss Kith, How the heck would you let him work before examining him.
Thoughts of the chauffeur had clouded my brain that I didn't realize I was home. I walked out only to see him park the car and walk out as if nothing had happened. He paid the driver of the cab. I stomped in anger into the house.
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I sat by the window in the room as I dried my hair with the hand hairdryer. I looked down and saw the chauffeur carry groceries for Miss kith as she smiled and walked in. “Scoundrel”, I murdered. It has been two days of seeing him here and there. He parks the car at doorsteps for miss Kith and off lifts for her when they return. He talks with all the maids in this villa and sweeps the compound. Is he just good at acting or what. His personality is weird. And it always concludes that he is a cold jerk.
“ Cold jerk”, I said after seeing him walk out and he stood still. I stared waiting to see why he stood. Not that I was interested or anything just to know, for the sake of knowing. He looked up and caught me staring at him. My spirit left my body for a second and I could hear my heart beating fast. I quickly looked away and pretended to increase the heat blowing from the hairdryer. I peeped and saw that he was gone. I looked around to see which direction he had taken but couldn't spot him. I need destruction.
I always cut off phone calls wired in the entire villa for three to four days after Mom's calls. She just jumps at any opportunity to ruin my mood every time we talk. So her failure to reach me via calls when she's abroad is my punishment. Not one even knows that the calls are cut off by me. I always hear them ask each other and get no answers. For today's sake. I won't reach the third day.
I fell back on my bed after reconnecting the calls and all I could hear was the message tones, voice mail requests on all the phones. It is a normal thing except there were so many from my mother. I unlocked my phone and on my newsfeed was a flood of posters and ads of me eating jalapeno vegan pizza with Boba avocado smoothie. Titles that I eat Jalapeno vegan pizza to energize me and the smoothie to keep my beauty for the day. Quickly I sat up smiling at the headings and scrolled as I noticed that it had been trending on the net from the time that I walked out on that day. “sold out, sold out, sold out, hey! How come they didn't send over a box of pizza and a smoothie for thanking me”. As I went ahead to complain, An incoming call displayed and it was Mom's call. I put the phone down and rushed to the bathroom because I know this was not going to go well.
I heard Mom's voice in loud all over the house. She Wired the cell phone in the living room to the hoofer. I turned on the water in the shower to the maximum.“ Mara!”, I was startled. I always forget the existence of the emergency cell phone in the bathroom.“I know you can hear me”, she added. “Mother, some privacy. I am taking a shower. This is a violation of privacy. it's my right!” I said in hopes of her to back off.“ shut up! What you did is despicable. In pajamas with your hair messy. Miss Kith is not doing her job these days. You are ruining my image. I am going to cancel everything and go back.” she said but no, I don't want her back yet.“ No, no need, I mean, I can handle it without you.” I am going to do all I can to stop her return for now.“ How will you do that?", she asked.
I need to think fast, “I will, hmmm, I will, I will go on a date with anyone you point to”. She has so long wished for this so I can lie about it and jump out. she agreed to it and hang up.
“oohhh", I sighed turning off the shower, “nearly never killed a bird, but oh so did now!”.I walked out of the bathroom and sat on my bed. Thinking of what I have pledged to do saddened me a little. I hate going on dates especially when Mom sets me up. Her type of guys is like,“ I have many companies, I have billion dollars in my bank accounts, I live in a castle, villa, mansion, I have hundreds of servants, you don't have to work, just marry me and be my queen, All the cars I can give you as a gift.” So boring, All they do is bluff and brag to my face.“ Imbeciles ”.
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Tonight is going to be my first date. I don't want to go but I have to go. In my room are six ladies, doing my make-up, some hair, others putting together outfits for me. Ensuring that. everything is perfect without a crack mistake. It is so tiring to be prepared for something you don't want. If it was a different occasion like going to grab bites, Without a doubt I would be impatient with this perfection process. Mother said this was to go on for two damn weeks. Every night, a date. And the annoying thing is she does not want me to accept their marriage proposals. Just go on dates to meet the one I will love. Love my foot, who does that! I smiled as a crazy idea came to mind. I was all set up and ready to go. I walked down the stairs and out the door I went.
The chauffeur looked at me while he kept the backseat door open. I like that part of him looking at me these days for no reason. Only that he speaks less and reacts unbothered. I need to teach this man a lesson. Why do I call him a man? He is a guy. If I were to call him a guy, I feel it's not right. Well, I don't get along with him but for his look. He sure is a man. “A real man”, I said loud and realized later“ I mean, a real mean.yeah.I .mean”, I stumbled into a speech trying to defend myself. He glanced once through the rearview mirror and continued to drive. Why did I even bother explaining myself?. Am losing it?
He parked the car and walked out to open the door for me. After I stepped out, he closed the door and stood against it behind me. I looked back at him and stared at him. The nerve of this man bothers me, he stared back as always. What can I do to change this? It must be the craziest and unexpected thing a girl could ever do. Dear brain, come up with something. He still stared boldly at me even when I tried to shift my gaze from time to time. He was not moved or triggered. I smirked after a thought crossed my mind and I fixed my gaze on him without shifting.
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Find out what Mara's thoughts were and if she has the guts to do it. How will the always unbothered chauffeur react?...
