HOME AT LAST 2
as the workers saw me, they were all so happy and welcomed me warmly. I entered my room and changed my dress then I called Shyla. " Hello girlfriend!". ". Hello Shyla I'm back!" I said. " You're are?" She sounded surprise. " Wait, what about your three days trip?" " Oh that, I lost interest" I sighed. " Why? You and Mr Drey had a fight?" " A lot happened" I sighed " I'll come see you tomorrow so we can talk" l said. " How's Mom doing?" " She's doing great, infact she has started putting up structures for her restaurant" . I was so happy to hear this, the fact that my mom is picking up her life gives me so much happiness. I watched her struggle so much in the past, she faced so much humiliations and mediocrity, she was broken so many times but she endured, because of me and because she had some hope that my father would love her one day butt that day never came. I stood up and went downstairs to have see what the chefs were preparing, I entered the kitchen and saw Luka the head chef, she was in her mid forties. " Hey Luka what are you preparing?" I asked as I moved closer to the pot, " potatoes with avocado chicken sauce ma'am" she replied.
" Come on Luka, don't call me ma'am, jus call me Arielle" " I'm sorry ma'am it's not professional" I rolled my eyes. " Who cares about professionalism" " ok then, you can call me miss Arielle" I said as I looked at her. She nodded and continued cooking.
I spent some time with Luka, we talked about so many things, mostly things about her. I got to find out that she was a widow and she had four children, three girls and one boy whom she supports with the money she makes from this job. I asked if she had any experience before she was employed here to work as a chef, but she said she had none, she only cook for her children and sometimes her extended family like her mother and siblings whenever they gathered for family reunions. " So how did you get this job?" I asked out of curiosity, because knowing the kind of man Drey was, he could only work with professionals the best of the best. " Well I heard about the job from my elder sister whose friend works in the home service agencies" . " A very wealthy man was looking for a chef, and he was going to pay so well" she paused and stirred the sauce. " My elder sister was informed by her agent friend, and she begged her to save the spot for me" she paused. " But I was not a professional chef, I had no portfolio" " and they needed one". " So how did you do it". She smiled. " I used what I had, I made a fake portfolio" " but when I started working, Mr Drey realized I wasn't a professional chef" " I thought he was going to fire me or maybe sue me, but he didn't".
" He allowed me continue with my job".
I was amazed at her story, and how Drey didn't fire her, my heart was moved with compassion. " Oh my Drey how sweet of you". I muttered beneath my breath.