Emon had lived alone for most of the time she remembered. After being accepted in the academy, she mostly did everything herself. Back when she was a kid the Colossus would sometimes bring her food.
But I'm not letting you guys off the hook! All those insults, you're going to pay with your toil...
Emon's face broke into a sinister smile as she ticked off mentally all the chores she was going to make them do! If anyone saw her right now they would think she was devising the most evil ways to bring death to someone.
Mahir came out of the bath and was instantly greeted by a waft of mouthwatering scent.
Strange... He never smelt anything this good when Mosey was working.
Curious, he put on a shirt on his pyjamas and peeked in the dining and the sight absolutely was not what he expected.
The table was loaded with a variety of dishes. Most of them were his favourite. They smelled absolutely amazing and were begging to be eaten. Mahir's stomach roiled violently as he sweeped a hungry glance at the food. His eyes looked at the kitchen and saw Emon standing at the stove stirring something.
No way! Did she cook all these?
Mahir had an incredulous look on his face.
Emon sensed Mahir but didn't pay any attention. That guy needs to humble down a bit!
Ashm came in wiping his hair..
"Woah!!! Mosey's back! Is this a feast or what!"
He immediately pulled a chair and sat down while admiring the food laid on the table.
Mahir didn't comment and sat down as well. A moment later Emon came in with the rice and placed it before them. Ashm looked like he had seen a monster.
"You! You cooked these?"
Emon looked at him blankly and started serving the plates.
Ashm realising he was swatted down, kept his mouth shut and obediently started eating. Mahir too zipped his curious mind and concentrated on the food.
Emon was having immense fun watching the two loggerheads quietly abiding by the situation. She had noted down all the favourite dishes of those two from Mosey and cooked them just to get them wash the dishes and the clean the table.
Bigger the menu means too many dishes to do... And too much fun to wipe the smirk off their faces.
Half n hour later, the plates were squeaky clean and absolutely nothing was left... Emon shuddered to think, if this was their appetite, and if she had to cook so much daily... Her face paled as she thought the consequences.
Did she just dig her own grave??
Looking at the guys she was welcomed by utterly satisfied look. If there were any points, she would have have gotten glowing remarks. Surprisingly this didn't calm her worries. Her mind prepped itself as to how many quintals of food these elephants needed to be fed.
Congratulations on being their personal cook cum maid Emon!
No! Definitely not happening. They were going to work together!
And they were going to do the dishes... And the laundry!
Ashm and Mahir were about to leave when Emon interrupted.
"Wash the dishes before you leave"
Mahir raised and eye and Ashm had an incredulous expression on his face and Emon suddenly had an itch to punch their faces.
"I'm not your maid, so cut the look and get to work."
Saying this she left the room and went upstairs.
Mahir and Ashm were shocked to their bones... Cleaning... Washing???
No way!
"I'm not doing any of those" Ashm stated arrogantly.
Mahir gave him a cold stare,
"Me neither"
They looked at the pile of dishes gathered at the sink and shuddered. Alongwith frying pans, woks, ladles, tongs, there were around two dozens of plates and saucers.
We're not cleaning!
"And yes, no cleaning means no breakfast tomorrow..." Emon said quietly from the stairs. She knew they weren't going to accomodate so she came back to warn them.
Ashm gnashed his teeth as pictures of today's dinner popped in his mind. His favourite club sandwich had been made to perfection, the sweet and salt egg cakes, the cream stew...
Emon watched as hesitation tore him to bits and finally he meekly shuffled his steps towards the sink and started working.
Mahir however was resolute. He was a foodie but no so much as to give in to torture.
Ding!
The oven announced its presence. Emon slowly went forward and opened it.
Swiss roll! She actually made swiss rolls!!
Mahir was stunned. No one had made swiss rolls for him since he was little. After his mother left, his entire world had come crashing down. Good food was a luxury he couldn't afford, much less swiss rolls... And now when money wasn't a problem, he just didn't have the state of mind to have any. Not that he couldn't buy, but they couldn't even compare to what his mother used to make.
Now getting the familiar scent of cream and chocolate, his last resolve was blown to bits. Picking up the scrubber, he started cleaning the pans.