While in the garden, I glanced at the flowers in admiration. It wasn't my first time being there, albeit the garden was still as I met it on my last visit. Colourful and breathtaking. I kept on glancing until suddenly, Camila came and told me Frank is back. "Wow, so fast?" I muttered checking the time. It was almost six, I didn't even know. Perhaps it was because I was carried away by the unimaginable beauty of the garden. "What does he normal do when he returns from work?" I asked in order to know when to meet him. I had actually expected him to take his shower and change into another clothes first before going to the dining to have dinner. However, his routine might be different.
"He normally eats first, and then go to his study table before retiring for the night. He would take shower and change into his nightgown though before sleeping" she said to my utmost surprise, I didn't actually expect that. I thought he would shower up before taking his breakfast, at least that would safe him the stress of going to the bathroom to take a bath later. Anyways, everyone has their own way of taking care of themselves and their special needs. If it makes you happy, do it.
"Okay, so is he currently in the dining room?" I asked.
"Yes, Miss Laura" she politely responded.
"Hmm, okay" I heaved a sigh. I wasn't really feeling hungry at the moment, but nevertheless I would go and keep him company. And if I see something thirsty, I would eat a little. The Walters Family were always good at preparing good meals, I wonder who their chefs were. Probably hired from developed countries of the world with Masters in food science or related fields.
If I was opportuned to see meet them one day, I would learn how to cook special dishes from them so that if I get married to Frank I would be able to prepare the kind of dishes he was used to eating. But what if unfortunately we ended up not being able to get marry? Well, if that happens I wouldn't be surprised although I would be hurt. However the skill I would acquire from the chefs would linger in my mind, it would always be in my mind and I would use it in cooking delicious meals for my future spouse, whoever he might be. I thought deeply to myself and continued thinking while following Camila to where Frank was.
But if luckily I married Frank, is he going to allow me to cook or prepare meals for him? I wondered. Well, I don't think so the fact that he's rich and he practically has everything he needed. He wouldn't want me to be cooking by myself unless, perhaps occasionally. But to make it a daily routine, the affluents don't usually do that. They either hire a cook or a professional chef to be preparing food for them. Not a bad idea though, but sometimes you would wish you were the one behind the remarkable smile on you beloved face while he eats his meal. You would feel like, it should have been you who made or prepared the meal.
However, all that would skip your mind if you were it someone other than your beloved. For example, I could eat food with my parents, friends, Aunt Vicky and Jessica without feeling any regret for not being the brain behind the cooked meal. The thought would even skip my mind, I would find myself focusing more on the taste of the food and how to consume it than who really was behind it. Nevertheless, I used to prepare cooks. For example, my mom was the best cook I had ever known. Then Aunt Vicky. Jessica wasn't that good, you would sometimes wish you didn't taste her food.
Well, everything about that girl was off. She was the type that act as if she was sick on the head. Although sometimes she used to be calm and decent. Like few days ago when Frank and I went to tell her about her mom, she really looked sad. She even cried, and hence she changed and became the good girl we wanted her to be, but then recently everything changed. She turned back to the kind of person she was and right now she's the last person I would like to see on this planet earth.
There is an adage that says, a tiger will never be a pet... and no matter how hard you trained it, it will always resort to violence. Jessica, behaviorally speaking is more like a tiger. A wild animal, thus nobody should expect her to become a pet. I was wrong for thinking something good can come out of her. I was also wrong for thinking I could change her and make her someone like me, or even someone far good and friendly like me.
Now I wonder what happened between her and Suzanna after I terminated the call. They must have ended resolving the case because Shirley was there and she would never allow them to break their friendship. She was the kind of person that, overall wanted peace. She could sometimes act as if she was violent though, but that was one of her ways of playing or joking around with people. That ws why we ended up blending together, she was the only friend I had among Jessica's friends.
Although there was Fred, but I wouldn't count him the fact that he was now history. Shirley remained the only friend I had among the rest. Suzanna, Vivian and Jack were the opposite of Shirley and I. They were more like Jessica than like us, that was why I didn't like mingling with them. I could remember trying to be closer to them but all they did was pushed me away verbally or with their attitude. They were different, unlike Jessica and I who had a lot of similarities in behavior.
When Camila and I arrived at the dining room, Frank was happy to see me. He didn't even wait for her to pull a chair for me, he did it himself and then asked how I was. "Hmm, I have fine" I cheerfully responded, "how about you? How work? I hope everything went well?" I queried.
"Yes, yes... everything is fine" he nodded his head with a remarkable smile on his face. "Although I was worried about you, I was eager to return and see you. I was in touch with the servants every twenty minutes ever since I heard about the... alcohol incident that happened in the morning. However I told them not to let you know I was keeping tabs" he confessed while serving me some berries and grapes.
"Oh, I never knew" I blushed, "I am so sorry about the wine, I never knew it was alcoholic and I didn't care to check because I saw you taking it" I apologized for the inconveniences that I might have caused him. I never really intended to get myself drunk, I was careful about alcoholic drinks even.
"Never mind, after all it's a normal thing to do... right? Just don't take too much of it, I usually take few sips every meal. At home though. And if you measure it, you will realize that I don't even used to take one-fifth of a whole bottle. One bottle can take me five to six days to finish, I am not that addicted to alcohols unlike other people" he explained to me as he began eating his fries.
"Wow, nice. But how are you able to control the urge and why are you not addicted to it? I heard it's not a behavior one can ditch overnight after getting used to it" I said hoping to hear how he was able to control his addiction.
"Well, it all started when I first tasted it. I never liked it, I preferred soda drinks like apple, orange, mango, and other fruit juices. But to blend with other rich - business men, you need to learn how to behave like them and almost all of them were into taking alcoholic drinks, and same goes to vintage cigarettes" he paused and continued, "I learned how to take alcohol from my dad, and also how to control my addiction. I love taking it every meal but little, as I explained earlier. Vintage cigarettes too, but not all the time. Sometimes thrice in a year, I only do that when I had to do it. I don't know if that answers your question but that's the only explanation I have"
"How about your dad, is he addicted to cigarettes?" I asked out of curiosity as I gently began eating the berries abd grapes in front of me.
"Well, he lost it there. He started like a play and now he's a pro. I just don't know how to make him control his addiction on that aspect, he somehow seemed to like vintage cigarettes. The doctors said it could kill him one day but he didn't care. That's his only addiction, although he kind of like... women" he said making me to nearly burst into laughter. His last few words were funny actually.
"Your dad likes women? Wow, but how comes? I mean, if he does then... why is he still loyal to your mom?" I bespoke looking at him in total dismay.
"Actually, he loves her but he kind of like other women too. When he sees them, he complements them and... but he's careful, always careful. That's why I don't have step brothers or sisters. Although my mom is trying her best to see that he stops some day before its too late" he said, and seeing how speechless I was he heaved a sigh, "Don't tell anybody though, I trust you that's why I am telling you this" he looked around to see if there was any servant around. Fortunately for him, there was none. Yes, Camila left the moment she escorted me in. It was meant to be me and him alone in the dining room, you know, and the servants knows that. Unless they have something very important to share with us, or had heard an unusual noise like they did when I unintentionally got myself drunk in the morning, you would never see them around.
"Trust me, nobody's going to hear that" I assured him. Just then he asked how my aunt was and I told him she was fine, although she was yet to recover. "When last did you heard from the doctors?" he quiried.
"Yesterday" I responded.
"Okay, try and check her out today. Make sure you are in tabs with them. If it's getting out of hand, I would have her flown to the city for a proper medical care" he said and continued eating his food.
"Alright, I will" I beamed and continued eating my fruits as well.
Thus, silence crept upon us for a moment. And after some minutes her broke the silence by asking if I needed any money before my salary. I was surprised, I didn't expect it hence my jaw dropped and my eyebrows wrinkled. Like seriously? Well, if he was asking to know if I was in need of money then the answer shouldn't be yes since I have a manageable amount of money before the pay day.
"If you need some money, please don't hesitate to ask now. And whatever I give you now, won't stop you from getting your salary" he said again, motivating me to feel like lying about what was in my account. "You are quiet" he chuckled, "Say something, Laura..."
"Yes!" I muttered.
"Yes, what? You need some money, right?" he wrinkled a brow at me... and I unhesitatingly nodded my head positively in response. Thus, he asked for my account number and before I knew it he had credited my account with five thousand dollars. "Manage it for now, and if you exhaust it do let me know so I could add more for you"
