💐PART 2💐 💐THE MAID💐

MAID: Please don’t tell ma’am, i didn’t put anything in this juice. just calm down, i..i..i will taste it.” she begged.

And with a shaky hand, she lifted the glass of juice to her lips and took a sip…

After she took a sip, we stood there mute, looking at one each other for some moments.

MAID: “Now do you believe me?” She asked.

ME: Uhhm, yap, i believe you.
I answered in an unsure toned.

MAID: Now what, Doris? She asked, giving a slight smile.

ME: Hmm…Nothing. but you can’t take that remaining juice to my mom. (I responded, raising my eyebrows and guesturing to the remaining juice in the glass).

I was not even done making this statement when she drank the remaining juice, whole.

I felt relax within.

MAID: Are you satisfied now?

ME: Maybe, satisfied. 😌 sorry for the misconception I just had about you.

MAID: It’s okay. She replied, while flashing me a smile.

And we both laughed. 😅 As she rinsed the glass and filled up another glass of juice and was taking it to my mother,
I went back to the balcony.

Doris_POV:

🗣Hi guys, sorry for not introducing myself:-

My name is Doris, and I am nine years old.
I am my mother’s only daughter and second child.
I have a elder brother who is attending university.

He lives in Montserrado, where he attends school. He only visits us on the weekends.

My father is a banker who works for Central Bank in Gbarnga City, Bong County, where we live.

My mother is a nurse and works at the Phebe Hospital.

I am in the sixth grade class.
By next year, I should have been promoted to the seventh grade.

Cecelia is our maid; she is an extended family member on my mother’s side. And she’s a stunning dark-skinned lady with popped eyes, pink lips, and a large būtt0ck. I like her, though.

She’d been here since two years now.
A few weeks after her arrival here from the village, my father and mother have kept on having a series of misunderstandings, every single day.

I’m not sure for what reason.

—I n t r o d u c t i o n* *e n d s—

🗣Now let’s get back to the story—:

Initially, my mother was in the bathroom taking a bath.
She had stayed at home because it was her day off from work.

Before going to the bathroom she had asked the maid to get her some juice from the fridge and bring it to her room.
I was sitting directly on the balcony when I overheard my mother ask her to do that.

That’s when I hurried to hide and watch the maid while she was getting the juice.
I’m sure you’re wondering why I chose to spy on her. If I may tell you, it was because I heard the maid talking on the phone with someone the night before in her room; it was clear that they were plotting to k!Il my mother.

When I heard that, I trembled and practically wanted to go and quickly inform my parents about it.

Because I was sh0cked by what I heard.

But proof did I have that what I was saying to them was true, even if it was what I thought I heard and I told my parents about it?

Maybe I misheard what they were saying, and Aunty Cecelia cannot do such a thing.

I’ve known her for years, not to be a kind of hārmful m!nded person.
Maybe they were talking about something else and I misunderstood.

But I had a plan; since that night, I’d resolved to keep a careful eye on her.

And that was how I managed to catch her right handed the next day, which left me completely confused.

My Aunt, whom I’d known for years and had high standards, was now pō!son!ng my mother’s drink.

From one thing to another, she ended up to tasting the juice. But nothing happened to her afterwards.

Later that day, I got so concerned and I realized I had been so foōlish for not asking the maid to show me the juice sweetener she had previously used to defend herself; the packet she claimed was not a po!son.

I kept asking myself, “Why didn’t she show you the Juice sweetener she was talking about, if she was clear it was not po!son?” Why didn’t you demand to see it?

This led me to believe that none of the po!son got !nto the dr!nk, which is why she drank it and nothing happened to her.

Deep down, I suspected that if she still possessed the po!sōn, she might continue with whatever horr!ble ill!cit activity she chose to carry out.

But I didn’t notify either of my parents, mother or father, instead i decided to keep a tight eye on her.

Unfortunately, my thoughts refused to let me rest throughout the day.

I simply wanted to let Mom know that I witnessed Aunty Cecelia doing something weird today on tōp of her juice.

Since my mind couldn’t let me rest, Finally, I let the cat out of the bag and told Mom everything.

But my mother’s response took me by surprise.

“Do you think your aunty can harm me? And don’t you know she’s related to me? Stop this stup!d conception of yours, Doris.” She said, as she Giggled.

I was worried about my mother, even if she trusted the maid, and even though i wasn’t convinced Aunty Cecelia could do it, but people changes in an instant.

I immediately developed a plan…

To be continued…..

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