“Pili li pa la.”
“Pa da.”
“Ta ta ta.”
Others were strolling, others were rushing, and stuff was falling and being positioned. To summarize, everything was a touch sloppy, and everyone was in a frenzy.
“Damn! Who instructed you to take it easy? Are you tired of living?” shouted angrily a slightly older lady, possibly in her fifties or sixties, at the staff who were frantically organizing the house at the last minute.
The servants, on the other hand, did not dare to respond and merely went about their duties. They were all aware of the serious consequences of responding, and they were unwilling to become punching bags.
“I will get your heads if the Lady arrives before this house is sparkling clean!” she yelled once again.
She felt like she was going to die when she saw the maids working so hard.
She was well aware that this was not her fault; after all, she had received a call informing her that the Lady would be arriving at the house. How could she not be surprised?
