Booker and his mother finally entered the so called powerful Metuza kingdom. They first headed to look for A new house. It was A little far from the village but it was far better than the shack they were living in before. The kids ran inside their new home and ran into all the rooms they had.
"See mommy dearest, isn't this much better than the shack we had back in Aruza?"
"All I see is the injustice that we Aruzians are shown."
"Must you always be so pessimistic mother?"
"I'm not being pessimistic I'm just stating the truth."
Booker shook his head and went off to look for his kids. He found them in the third room. The house sure was big. Three whole bedrooms. The other one just had one small room and a tiny sitting room which was also part kitchen. This, on the other hand had three bedrooms, a big sitting room,a dining room, a kitchen and a very clean inside toilet and bathroom.
"Daddy! Daddy! The house is biiiiig!" The kids came to their father and jumped on him while repeating the same thing. Booker knew that he would get a good pay here but he didn't expect this good of a pay. His heart melted at the sight of his children with such glee. This is how I want you, my darlings to live. Happily.
Griselda was marvelled by the size of her new kitchen. Now this, this is a woman's dream come true. She looked at all the pots and pans in the cupboards. Her eyes welled up with tears of joy.
They both walked into their sitting room. It had a big four seat sofa. A table with a beautiful candle on it. Another table across with a spinning antique telephone. Last but not least, a beautifully carved table at the center of the room. Booker took in the beauty of the room and let out a long sigh. He didn't know he had been holding his breath all along. He had been hoping that life in Metuza would be good. He wanted his kids to be happy and live the life he had grown up in before that fateful day. No! No thinking about that day. It'll only bring me pain by reminiscing it.
He walked outside of the house and looked at it from afar. It had a beautiful roof design. Its walls were perfectly plastered and had a beautiful shade of brown on all of them. The gate was black and showed the beauty of the house from across the road. The front door had a beatiful gray. Its nothing compared to the house i grew up in but it sure is something on its own and a very evident upgrade.
He walked back in and went to arrange the kids bedroom together with them. He passed through the kitchen and saw his mother happily starting to make dinner while singing the Aruzian national anthem. She sure is a patriot huh? When was the last time i saw mother so happy? Back in the old days in Aruza when i was a kid.
He went to see his kids in their room jumping on their beds. When they saw him, they ran to him. He picked them up and he dropped himself on one of the beds with them. They all laughed together.
"So, Monica, Marc? Wanna decorate your room?"
"Yeeeeeees!" They both shouted in unison.
They set off on painting their room when Booker came back from the basement with blue paint and pink paint on each hand. When they were finally done they all had paint on them.
The room looked liked it was two different ones at one place. One side had a beautiful bright pink with dolls on the open wardrobes. Monica's clothes were neatly folded in her wardrobe and her bed had a deep pink duvet and her pillows were a beautiful coral pink with dolls on the side.
Marc's side was sky blue with a bed which had an ocean blue duvet and navy blue pillows. His clothes were also carefully folded in his cobalt blue wardrobe. Booker felt really proud of the work he had done. Griselda came to call them for dinner and saw how beautiful the bedroom looked. She patted booker's shoulder to show how proud she was of him.
They all sat on the long dining table in their dining room. The table was filled with mouthwatering dishes. The children didn't wait to be told to start eating but dove ahead and devoured all the food that their stomachs could hold. Booker felt so happy inside to see his children fill their stomachs. They fell asleep on the table while letting out sighs of satisfaction. Booker got up and carried the children to their rooms and tucked them in their beds. He gave them each a kiss and blew out the candles.
He set off to work early in the morning. The construction sight was a new bank to keep the tax collected from all the kingdoms that Metuza had taken from Aruza. Booker shook his head. Seems like the taxes collected are spent to build other banks to keep other taxes! This is absurd! They don't even think of the other kingdoms that they are ruling over! These Metuzans are so freaking selfish! Ugh! They disgust me! He thought while putting in the foundation.
Another man walked up to Booker and told him what to do. Booker looked at the guy. Typical Metuzan. Blonde hair but this one has blue eyes. Thinks he knows everything and can tell me what to do. "Look here buddy, I know what I'm supposed to do and I don't need you to tell me how I should do it. So go ahead and get back to your work." He said while going back to muttering to himself.
"How dare you talk to the Metuzan prince like that!" Oh shit! I messed up big time! He looked at the prince again and saw that he was dressed in royal garments. How did I miss that? I gotta find a way to get out of this clean. "I'm sorry your majesty. I thought you were a fellow co-worker and most of them are treating me like its my first time doing this work while I've been doing that ever since I was in Aruza, four years ago. What I mean to say your highness is that I'm deeply sorry for talking to you in such a manner." He said while taking a deep bow. The prince looked at the man infront of him and decided to just let him go since he had to take his friend home. "You are forgiven. But next time, I won't be so forgiving." He said while leaving to look at some few other stuff before he left.
Next up on Hidden Princess:
"To what do I owe the honor of her majesty's presence? Let me guess, she came to tell me that she won't be taking the carriage today?"
"Yes, I'm not taking the carriage because I want to go somewhere before I go home. Also, I don't want it to follow me there."