Ayla stood inside the closet and looked at all the stuff that made her head hurt. The wardrobe was filled with different colored clothing that normally these tribal women would wear. Bright red, yellow, and blue frocks fully embellished with embroidery and crotchets. The jewelry section was even more bizarre with head ornaments, large earnings, anklets, and the things she couldn't make sense of.
' Ugh!!! Why God Why? '
While looking for her small suitcase, why does it seem she has entered an Arabic Bazaar? She turned to call the maid but just then the ribbon of her half-tied got stuck in the drawer and she slipped on the floor.
' Young Miss!!!'
'Bacheee'
Furad ran inside and helped her up with the little maid. The little maid who was just a 14-year-old child kept looking at the outrageous semi-transparent and half-opened silk robe which was considered too shameless even for women to see. Furad eyed her and said something in a foreign language.
"You're injured ! " Rakhshe' exclaimed in English.
" You speak English?" Ayla jerked her head pleasantly surprised, completely unbothered by her splintered knee. It really wasn't her fault. She couldn't to talk to anyone here because of the language barrier, except that obnoxious man.
When she first arrived here, she was dumbfounded and thought she had been human trafficked. She shouted, cursed, and spared no effort to scream at these robotic savages. She even tried to escape through the window like Spiderman but that was simply suicidal. In the end, they had to give her tranquilizers for a few days because they couldn't understand her.
" I am still learning. Master specially ordered me to be by your side from now on. And I can be your servant." she smiled somewhat proudly as she applied medicine to Ayla's knee.
" Personal Servant? What about your School?" she asked puzzled.
" We go to Madrassa on the weekends."
* Madrassa - Pashto - Arabic Center for religious learning and schooling.
Furad sternly said something to the young girl, completely different from her Yesterday's gentleness towards her, and went out.
" I brought you breakfast. We didn't know about your preferences so I did a little of everything. " she brought a tray from the side.
She saw the big silver tray containing several small bowls and plates. True to her word, it contained every bit of a small colorful dish. Sunny-side eggs, loaves of bread, butter, several different fruits, and lemon tea.
'Grrrr' her stomach growled.
She is so hungry and over the past month, she had barely consumed a decent meal.
" Thank You but this is too much. I only eat a little." Ayla said as she started eating.
The food was aromatic and strangely flavorful, completely different from her usual tastes. It felt so organic that made her think she had been eating plastic before, but still, it would take time to completely adjust to the texture.
Rakhshee' sat on the side stool while Ayla was eating somewhat reservedly on the bed. After watching for a few minutes she asked :
" Miss If the breakfast is not to your liking, you can tell me all your preferences. I would make it accordingly next time," she said seriously.
" No, no it's quite good. I am not just accustomed to the taste yet nor do I have much appetite," she said and continued eating.
Rakhshee' went silent. Everyone in the mansion knew that Miss was some strange foreign girl master brought back from God knows where, but nobody was allowed to talk about it. It was not a scandal that they could indulge in.
She tactically changed the subject and tried to cheer her on.
" You seem in good spirits today. Why don't I show you the whole mansion? It's very beautiful."
"Huh? Is this allowed?" she was baffled. Isn't kidnapping someone supposed to be done locked in a room, no matter how luxurious?
"What are you talking about? Let's get you changed and then we can go. "
Ayla suddenly remembered her morning fuss. She slapped her forehead lightly.
" I almost forgot, Do you know where are the bags I brought with me? The big ones?" she gestured with her hands.
"I know. It should be in the lower closet, but why don't you wear the ones in the wardrobe? They are all popular in fashion and were specially handmade."
Rakhsee' excitedly rummaged through all the clothes, pulled a blue dress with pattern embroidery of minute mirrors and brought it towards Ayla.
" Wear this one. It will defintely look so good on you, miss." the little girl's enthusiasm about the dress made her chuckle.
" I am not wearing any of this. The food is enough culture for today." She went ahead in wardrobe and found her stuff.
After 10 minutes, she came dressed in a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. Rakhshee' looked up and down at her, very reluctant.
" What? Is there a problem? " she raised her eyebrow at her arrogantly.
At the little girl's shake, she went ahead, to explore the mansion.