Chapter 4 I Am A Master Maid

"HOW was the meeting? Did you get the sympathy of the board members?"

Miguel's opening, his only friend.

Reyman's eyes widened and he stood up suddenly from his seat.

"Bro! When did you come?" Reyman stood up and greeted his friend Miguel.

"Hahaha. I just came home the other day bro. How are you? I heard you're getting married?" Miguel said laughing.

"Hahaha. You're just going to get a spy with your lying. That's not in my mind yet, bro. You? How are you? I heard you've gotten many women pregnant in the USA!" Reyman said.

"Hahaha. Your spy is good bro!" he said while sitting on the sofa and raised his foot.

"You're really crazy. Why did you think of going home? I thought you were completely addicted to your vice."

"Hey! Bro, I had no intention of going home, but this dad is trying to send me home, saying he will introduce me to the girl I'm going to marry. It's funny, man, arranged marriage is a trend here in the Philippines. I thought Only Chinese do that!" Miguel promised.

"Really? You won't be able to do that anymore bro?" Reyman joked with Miguel.

"It depends. It depends if the girl I'm going to marry is beautiful." Miguel laughed at the same time.

"Damn head! What did you get out of your bragging, bro? You won't make any money from that!" Reyman promised.

"I'll put the question back to you bro, what will you gain from your business? Will it make you love and give you children?" said Miguel to Reyman.

"Sorry bro, I don't have the right girl to spend all my hard work on."

"Hahaha. That's what I like about you! That's why you're my only friend, because out of all my friends, you're the only one who's sane. Why don't you just become a priest bro? You look better there than here." Miguel joked.

"Crazy head! And if I kill you now, will I still be accepted in the church?" The friends laughed together.

"Bro, we were kids when we were kids. We were always together. We would run away to play with other kids. Then we would come home with a smile on our faces," Miguel told Reyman.

"Hahaha. Yes bro, because when we lose we don't give in and we just challenge them to a fight." Reyman laughed again.

"You're right, bro, it's a good thing we're handsome. Our handsome man hasn't diminished, even if we're all bruised on the face."

"Alright, let's praise ourselves bro. There's only two of us here!" Reyman said to Miguel.

"What else are we going to do here? We probably won't be fooled. Hahaha. Let's go outside bro, let's drink!"

Reyman was stunned. He still has a lot of work to finish. Miguel's arrival was sudden.

"Hey! Dude, don't tell me you're going to say no? You're all work so you don't have chiks!"

Miguel stood up and pulled Reyman by the arm. You didn't do anything but follow. In his mind, his friend would invite him only once. And it just came home so it's hard to deny.

He and Miguel went to their favorite bar. They used to drink there when he was in college. He continued his studies in the USA, which is why he only goes home every vacation. He is a BSBA graduate in the US, which is why he is good at business. He also manages his father's company, which is why his life in America is so good.

Looking at the status of the two of them, Miguel is really alone. Because he knew more than her, they grew up together but when they went to college, they were separated.

"So who's the unlucky girl you're going to marry bro?" Reyman asked curiously.

"Hahaha. I haven't met her yet, bro. But dad says she's rich and beautiful. You know that when she's beautiful, my knees really get weak, hahaha."

"Right now I'm going to pray for him bro," said Reyman.

"You're crazy, bro, it's easy for me to fall in love with a woman. Especially when she's beautiful. Even her name makes me a mystery, what else can I do personally?"

"That's what I'm telling you! Why? What's his name bro?" Reyman asked again.

"Fara Fabolosa bro,"

Reyman thought of the name his friend mentioned. "Fara? His name is quite familiar to me bro. I can't remember where I heard his name."

"Don't think about it bro, just think about when you're going to get married. I'll be looking forward to that bro!" Before raising the beer bottle. "Cheers!"

"Just bro, when I get married you'll be the best man," Miguel said while walking on Reyman's shoulder.

"No problem bro," Reyman replied.

"How are you and Uncle Philip doing?" asked Miguel.

Reyman was silent at Miguel's question. How can he answer his friend's question if all he can remember is the father he hates.

Reyman's family used to live well. But when he entered Third Year High School, all his dreams disappeared. His dad was addicted to vice and the business they lived on went under. Reyman stopped studying for a year. That's why he squealed in anger at his father. It thought of nothing but itself. It was pure arrogance that knew what to do and didn't even consider his family. At the same time, she was still a girl, so her mommy and daddy separated. He was left alone in their big house. Because the Mommy left to have a bad time, while her daddy continued to cheat and let his girl live. Reyman found out that their house is mortgaged and that is what his daddy is using to continue his vice and womanizing. That's why Reyman thought of becoming a working student. Because Reyman is strategic, he was educated when he became his boss while working in a call center. Reyman coped with everything until he finished school. He even managed to finish college. And that's when everything changed in Reyman's life. Their mortgaged house was redeemed by Reyman, after a few years he saved money and was able to restore his father's old business.

Now he is alone at home. Since his father started to forget his responsibility, he also forgot that he had a father. One day someone knocked on his house. He scolded his father. So his memories of the past seem to return.

"What are you doing here?" Reyman asked his father.

"Son..." his father said hoarsely and almost faintly.

"I don't have a father like you! Get out! Didn't you abandon me? Your face is too thick to face me. Get out!" Reyman's rejection of his father.

It did nothing but leave. His father couldn't even explain. "What is he going to explain? It's obvious that he abandoned me?" Reyman whispered to himself.

Since then he has not seen his father. He doesn't even care anymore.

"Hey bro! You're crazy!" Miguel yelled at Reyman.

Reyman smiled and just shrugged. He doesn't want to talk about his father because it's for him. It's been dead for a long time.

"Bro, I'm going home." He said goodbye to Miguel.

"What? Immediately? Let's go out sometime!"

"I still have a lot of work to finish, bro, just let me know when the wedding is," Reyman said as we sat down together and turned away.

The truth is that he will finish the work he left behind. He can't open it any longer because the sun is important to him. He has a lot of plans to do tomorrow and he needs to finish his pending work today.

He returned to the office and faced work again.

His assistant came in and gave him coffee.

"Sir, coffee."

"Thank you." Reached for the coffee and sipped it. He briefly remembered his maid because of the coffee. How is it at home? He suddenly stood up and immediately took his things.

"Sir? Where are you?" asked his assistant.

"I'm going home, maybe I don't have anything at home!"

"Yes?" his assistant was left thinking.

While Reyman was on the flight. He thought that his house had CCTV. If the woman he left at home steals, he will have her face searched. He can also have it televised. He will do everything to punish that girl when she does something bad.

When he got outside, he immediately parked his car. And immediately entered the house. He looked around. Nothing seems to have changed in his house. The floor became even cleaner and what was more noticeable was the aroma that surrounded the whole area.

He went upstairs and just on the stairs he could hear a woman's voice. It sings but is out of tune. Reyman grimaced and approached the open door where the girl was. He saw her sitting on the bed currently drying her hair. She was just wrapped in a towel so he noticed her smooth and white shoulders. Reyman felt a strange warmth in his body, especially since he had drunk alcohol. He felt even more nervous when he stood up, when he was about to remove the folded towel, he suddenly thought of closing the door. Quickly left there and entered his room.

"What kind of woman is she and she didn't even think to close the door?" Reyman whispered irritatedly.

While on the other hand, Fara was surprised because of the sudden closing of the door. In his whole life he was only now afraid. It seems that there are souls who are lost especially and Reyman's house is already very big.

"Couldn't...couldn't there be a ghost here?"

BECAUSE of what happened, I had trouble sleeping that night. As if, I could hear footsteps outside. I covered myself with a blanket and closed my eyelids tightly.

"My God! Don't leave my side. I'm afraid of what I'm hearing!" my voice trembled in prayer.

Later I felt a shock outside. I immediately got up and snuggled up next to the bed.

"What is that?! Don't scare me oh! Aren't we friends? Huhuhu." I was about to cry because of fear.

On the other hand.

Reyman felt his stomach churning. His stomach is full of alcohol, that's why it's boiling now.

He left the room sleepily. He went to the kitchen and was shocked by what he saw.

"What is this?" frowning as he asked himself. "Burnt meat? Burnt rice? And... shit! What is that girl doing?!" Annoyed, he threw away the food and was about to attack Fara when he suddenly stepped on the rag that Fara had forgotten on the floor. So Reyman slipped and landed on his hip. "Ahhhh! Oh my!" said Reyman because of his strong fall to the floor. "You really are an animal you are a woman!" Reyman said in shock.

Because of my fear, I prayed and prayed until I felt sleepy. The next day I had a headache from staying up so I immediately went to the kitchen to find some medicine that I could take. But I saw the rag spread on the floor. And the food that I cooked yesterday was there in the sink and was just thrown away.

"Come on! Who did this? It's so unconscionable, I worked so hard to cook and then just do it like this?"

I stopped when someone spoke behind me.

"Now you see your stupidity?!" Reyman snorted at me.

To my surprise, I suddenly faced him and saw the dark look on his face.

"Sir? Did you do this?" I will ask.

"And who else do you think you are? Are you planning to kill me? Are you going to feed me burnt meat?" it asked me irritably.

"Yes? Why am I still alive? I ate that yesterday at noon and night."

"What? You fed me when you cooked it at noon? Are you out of your mind? You even burned the meat? Do you know how to cook? Look! Is that how you eat, so you're going to feed me the same? " His eyebrows arched in question.

"Yes? No, sir, what's the matter, sir... your fire got stronger, that's why it burned," he said.

"I thought you could cook? Are you kidding me?!"

"Hi-no sir, why should I fool you?" I was drooling because of the fear of Sir Reyman.

"What do you know about cooking, huh? So don't be a waste! You're not one of you, so learn to put away the things you've used and get into the habit of always closing the door! Don't you know that there are so many things that can get lost in here? You're too complacent !"

"Why sir? Did I forget to close the gate last night?" I asked in surprise.

"Fuck! Is it just the gate that closes?!" it's crazy to me.

"Yes? Your front door, sir, as far as I remember, I closed it, then the back door..." I thought for a moment but suddenly he yelled at me.

"What the hell! Don't you have a mind? What did you finish and you don't seem to know anything about the world?" it asked irritably.

What? If it's only about studying, it's not a shame that my rank is higher than yours. I am Cum Laude. Running through my mind.

"Sir, do I need to finish something so I can get something? Please fix your question," I promised.

"Fine. What's your name?" It was a serious question that stopped me.

Shall I say my name? Maybe later he will recognize me when he finds out. Maybe later dad will find me and then he will teach me.

"A-ahhh... A-affy s-sir, my name is Affy," I responded nervously.

It stared at me for so long that I felt even more nervous. Maybe he knows I'm lying.

"Okay. Affy, can you not cook next time if you just burn it. And can you not spread the things here? And what are you wearing? Don't you have longer clothes? You won't be swimming but it's almost out that's your groin. Are you attracting me huh?" this is a serious question. I couldn't speak right away, it felt like there was a running horse in my chest and it was beating very fast. My cheeks are also getting hot from his question. Why should I attract him? I'm just so attractive. So what's wrong with what I'm wearing? Shirt fitted to my body and short jeans. It's just a household thing.

"Eh... sir... I don't have any other clothes."

Is that my problem? You will leave without clothes. What are you just visiting? Tsk!" Annoyed, he turned his back on me and left the kitchen. But I noticed that he was walking strangely.

"Sir, how are you?" I will ask.

"Don't care!" he said that he didn't even look at me.

"It's really ugly!" he said still shaking.

I just fixed the things scattered in the kitchen. Before trying to brew coffee with coffee mate. It's really simple, I was a little nervous at first. Why is that person so rude? I don't do anything with him but he always seems to be visiting. Maybe he's gay and he's jealous of me. Because if he was a real man, he wouldn't have been lying to me for a long time. But why is it that with the size of his house, he doesn't even have a roommate here? It's impossible that he doesn't have a family. Couldn't... couldn't he be married and his wife was just on vacation? But... I didn't see any pictures of women here. Wait a minute, isn't he going to work and he's still wearing clothes at home? Hmmm... wait a minute.

I took a cup and made him coffee. I took a spoon before I tasted it.

"Hmmm.... this time, you won't falter Fara. You can do it!" he said while picking up coffee and I brought it to Sir Reyman's room.

When I got to the door I knocked.