CHAPTER THREE
The Impatient Assistant
“Bintu, close the window, I am trying to sleep here” I called out to my sister as the sun trooped into our bedroom hurting my eyes. Bintu, my immediate younger sister has a habit of waking up earlier than the rest of us and then waking us up in the process.
“Bintu, are you deaf?” I shouted again and I got no response. “Ah, ah!” groaning out loud, I pulled myself up ready to give Bintu a piece of my mine when I painfully opened my eyes to the most beautiful strange room I have ever seen.
Where am I? I asked myself.
Your husband’s house, my inner voice said to me. Events from yesterday crawled in, of course, I am no longer in my father’s house. This is my husband’s house.
I looked around the room, wait a minute, my husband! I snapped my head to the other side of the bed and it looked like no one slept in it. I leapt off the bed and opened the door to the bathroom and closet but no one was here. In fact, it looked exactly the way I left it yesterday. I found my way out of the room calling out for Kylian.
When I got to the dining room, I found the rude assistant having breakfast.
“Where is Kylian” I asked her but got no response. Moving closer to her, I repeated the question “Where is Kylian” This time around, I was absolutely sure that she heard me and intentionally ignored me
“Okay, that is it” I said out loud pissed “I am your boss, I am tired of your rude behaviour, when I see Kylian, I am going to have you fired”
She burst into laughter, spraying the contents in her mouth in every direction
“You want to fired me?” she answered mockly, then she bursted into another bout of laughter while I stood with utmost embarrassment as I watch my subordinate mock me
“Then, I wish you luck” she smirked and carried her plate of food into a room I presumed to be the kitchen. I reverted back to my bedroom and closed the door. I slide down the door to the floor and screamed silently into my hand in anger. Running my hands through my braids in frustration, I am beginning to hate that young lady and I am pissed at myself for missing Kylian. I looked at my body still clothed in yesterday’s dress which mean I fell asleep while I was on the bed yesterday.
Recalling earlier event, maybe I was too hasty earlier. I shouldn’t have played the boss’s card when I don’t even know the lay of the land yet. I just need to talk to Kylian. I picked up phone and dialled his phone number
“Hello” The same familiar voice blasted through, I must be mistaken I thought to myself and placed the phone back to my ears
“Hey, I want to speak to Kylian”
“He is busy at the moment and can’t come the phone” the voice hastening replied me and cuts the call. This is the rude assistant’s voice but how is that possible. Why will she be with Kylian’s phone when he is not even here. I must be mistaken but I need to confirm.
I dialled the number again before I left the room and found her making her way out of the dining room. Her phone rings and she picks up the phone
“I told you, Kylian cannot come to the phone at the moment” She barked into the phone
“Why are you with Kylian’s phone” I questioned her. She turned to me with contempt
“You are really annoying”
“Why are you with my husband’s phone?” I yelled
“Because it is not his fucking phone but mine”
“What? How is that….” I stopped, was it her phone number Kylian gave me “Are you telling Kylian gave me your phone number?”
“Finally, she uses her brain” she said sarcastically and walked past me
“Why will he do that?”
“You are going to have to ask him that yourself” she replied and banged her door. I walked back to my room determined to go PSG office and talk to Kylian, then I suddenly remember that the second leg of Champions’ league group stage is starting, Borussia Dortmund is playing with them at home. He has to concentrate and focus, I can’t disturb him with such trivial issues
Hours later, I dressed up, ready to tour Paris, only to be stopped at the entrance when the elevator refused to open. I went to the assistant’s door and knocked but she refused to answer.
“I have nothing to do, so I will keep banging your door until you open up” I threatened her. Seconds later, the door opened and she came out
“What do you want?” she asked before she looked at me from the hair on my head to my toe “Where are you going??”
“Out, elevator is not opening”
“Where do you know in Paris?”
“Anywhere, I am in Paris, the city of love. I want to look around, maybe visit Eiffel tower and take some picture. You should understand that this is my first time in Paris” I tried to reason with her
“You need to wait for Kylian”
“I don’t need Kylian to visit Effiel tower”
“Actually you do, wait for him” she entered her room and banged the door in my face. Such rudeness but hearing that Kylian wants to tour Paris with me lifted my soul. This is everything I have ever wanted, so, I went back into my bedroom quietly
At night, an hour before the match Borussia Dortmund started, I dressed up again ready to go and watch him played but I was stopped at the living room again by the rude assistant
“Watching Kylian play live has been one of my dream and now that I can actually do that, you want to deprave me of that” I ranted
“You are new here, you can’t be wandering around Paris alone, it is dangerous”
“Then come with me, I have been cooped up indoor since yesterday, I need to go out”
“No” she flat out rejected me “If you want to watch Kylian play, there is a 72 inches flat screen in your bedroom. I promise you that you will even get better experience than those in the stadium”
In annoyance, I went to the elevator and tried to ply it open but my efforts were in vain. She looked at me with indifference and focused on the TV as she watch the players warm up. With no other choice, I went back to my room with my tail behind my back to watch the match
The match ended with 2-0 win and my husband had both goals, I couldn’t be more proud of him. I am sure he must be famished after the match, if I knew where I was I would guess how long to would take him to get here. I am sure he would want to freshen up after the match, maybe even have a little celebration with his team mates before coming home to me. So I should still get about 30 minutes. Not enough to whip up something good for my husband but I would make it work.
I rushed to the living room with my long vintage skirt dancing behind me and saw the assistant switching off the TV.
“Call Kylian and ask him what he would love to eat” I demanded
“Why?”
“Because he needs to eat, especially after the match he just had”
“If I didn’t know better I would say, you care about him” she said with a crooked smile
What the fuck did she just say?
“That is because I actually do” I replied even though I was confused as hell
“No, you don’t. You married him for his money”
“What?” What did I just hear?
“Kylian does not need you cooking for him, he had five star chefs to do that. Go to bed” She said as she moved past me and went into her room
She said I married Kylian for him money, she thinks, I am a gold digger. Well, that explains her behaviour towards me. I don’t blame her though, I married Kylian without getting to know him, so anyone would think I married him for his money.
Wait a minute, does Kylian think so too? Does he think I married him for his money? Of course not, there is no way he will think that. I mean he won’t marry me if that was his thinking. This is exactly the reason why I don’t want anyone finding out about Kylian and I yet, I need to get to know Kylian and make my people close to him feel that my feelings for him is real.
I moved to the kitchen to prepare something despite what she said. Kylian is my life now and I need to take care of my life. To my greatest surprise, there was nothing in the kitchen. It was as bare as a desert
But where did my breakfast and lunch come from?
TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY
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