Chapter 76: Chapter 76
“You are far from winning, so do not think of celebrating yet, Lynda. I am going to give you such a hard time that you will regret this stupid decision of yours.” The b*tch screeches. She clearly does not know when to quit.
“That is great, because I love challenges, Mitch. I mean, I have not given up like you have always wanted all these months. No, actually, since back in our high school years. You have not succeeded in making me bow, and you will never succeed. You will be the one to bow in the end. Are you ready to start your way to defeat?” I ask.
“I would rather die than lose to a loser like you, Lynda.” She says.
“That is great. Then, I will start making arrangements for your funeral because you are not coming out of what I have in store for you. But before you die, my slave, why don't you get your ass busy and serve your masters? Get to the kitchen and prepare a very nice meal for us.” I state, conjuring a very dense face from her.
“What? I have never cooked in my life. Not even for myself or my parents; how can you expect me to cook for you?"
She screeches. I am glad that my ears are still functioning properly after all of her yelling. I don’t know, then rest though. “Well, you are learning that today, and you better make sure you don’t make some trash because I will soak you in that pot.” I warn.
“Can’t you give me some other lighter task? Maybe setting the table.”
I don’t believe this bitch. Setting what? “No. And that is just the start. You will do all the chores in this house, from cleaning the house to cooking every single meal, washing dishes, ironing the clothes for us, and also making our beds.” I state, and I see Mrs. Adams battling to hide her glee.
“What? Are sick? We have maids for...
“No one will set foot in this house for the next seven days. You are the slave. And ooh, I forgot to mention one more thing: remember to make our beds too, and from this day on, Liam and I will be sleeping together in my room. Make sure it is tidied up very well."
That leaves her mouth ajar. She was even battling to keep her eyes peeled. The fresh aura in this room suddenly becomes so polluted for her that her nostrils cannot take it. “What?” She asks between disbelief and confusion. “You are kidding, right?” She asks.
“No, no, no, Mitch! Liam and I will be sharing one room from now on. It’s not like you need him, right?” I asked, and now I think that even the light in this room is not sufficient for her eyes.
“You will be sharing a room with my husband? As what? What are you exactly trying to do here, Lynda? You are nothing but his surrogate. What is this?” She asks.
I know Liam and his mother are also taken by surprise by this, but I know what I am doing. I want to have full rapture in these seven days as everything comes to an end. And I will stop at nothing. This bitch will never forget this trauma for the rest of her life.
“Let’s just say that I am trying to give you the proof that you have been looking for, Mitch. All of your stupid plans have been futile, but I am handing the proof to you on a silver platter. But you will have to watch all the dirt. Ooh, yes. You heard me. You will have to watch us do everything if you want that concrete evidence.”
“With what you are saying, it is clear from your confession that you and Liam are having an affair. But I am not that stupid, Lynda. Why confess now while you died just a few minutes ago? Are you trying to mess with my mind? What games are you playing?” She asks.
Ooh, well, she is actually not as stupid as I had anticipated. She has some brains left. “Whatever games are or not, that is something you will have to find out yourself, Mitch. For now, just get your ass moving and remember, I want a very delicious meal. You bring anything close to trash; you know the consequences.” With that, I leave her to mull over her thoughts, ponder what is true with what I am telling her and what my plan is, and I hold Liam’s hand as we walk up to the dining table to wait for the food.
I am not hopeful, though. The only thing that the witch can do right is drink her rotten soul out and cause trouble. And her modeling Nothing more. “I must say that I love the start.” Liam remarks as we settle down.
His mother was just close by behind us, and she settled across us, speaking before I could respond to Liam. "But you just gave her a clue that there is something going on between you and Liam, Lynda. Is that not risky?” She asks.
“In one way or another, the truth will come out, Mrs. Adams. Whether now or later, Liam and I have a way around everything. Right, babe?” I ask, holding his hand.
He smiles. “I don’t know about that, but I think what I have to get used to is this wild side of you. You are insane.” He says this, kissing the back of my hand. My! He is not even afraid of his mother seeing this.
“Do you think you can put up with my craziness?” I ask, leaning in to sample more of his warmth.
“Forever if need be. And I won't complain, even for a second. I love you.” He says this, giving me a convincing wink.
I would like to respond to that, but I feel a bit shy in front of her mother. She is too old to be watching these lovey-dovey scenes, especially from her son. And this is also a show of respect for her. Besides, we will have all the nights of the seven days to ourselves to tell each other anything and everything. And the days after these seven days, too.
After more than an hour, this bitch comes with a tray stuffed with pots, plates, and spoons and a jug of something that looks like juice, which is not so pleasing. It looks like it was not sealed. I am so hungry. I am so hungry, but to be honest, I am not developing any hope even as she sets the food on our table.
She sets the tray and starts walking away, perhaps because she knows there is nothing but some shit that she does not even want to smell in these pots. “I have not given you permission to leave.” I state, stopping her.
“So, name your dish, Mitch? What did you make for us?” I ask.
“Rice and stew.” She says. I knew she could not go for anything a bit complicated. Wait until I tell her to make chapati. I will see what she will do.
“Alright. Stay right there and wait for us to rate your cooking. I hope I don’t suck so much at this either. It will be such an embarrassment.” I state.
She sighs but still holds her steps.
I take the initiative to see what specialty she has prepared for us. As if to corroborate my senses that nothing good can ever come out of this woman, I pull out the lid of the fast pot, which happened to be the soup. Forget the nettlesome aroma because it might be my cravings conflicting with the smell, but these black chunks of onions, half-chopped tomatoes that are not even cooked, and the whole of River Jordan are in the pot as the soup.
Mrs. Adams is cracking her ribs on the seat with just a single look at what we are supposed to eat. I dip a serving spoon in, scooping some meat. They were all red and stiff. And oil—did she pour a whole 2 liters of oil in or what?
I abandoned that one. That is a total waste. It is only fit for the dogs.
Rice is easy, right? I mean, it is just boiling.
I open the second dish, and I almost puke at the sight of this. Can someone tell me just why rice is swimming and why the water is looking so raw? It looks like it did not stay on fire for even five minutes.
The heck!
I am feeling so suffocated and pissed off at the same time, while Liam and his mother are dying of laughter in their seats. Actually, not on their seats, because her mother was on her feet, her laughter almost shaking the firm walls of this house. Liam is doing the same too.
Open the jar of juice. She had the most perfect, ripe mangoes to blend, given the inviting orange color of the juice, but this bitch did not even sieve it, and she did not put any effort into blending it the way it should. The pieces of mango peel are uncountable.
I have heard of useless people, but this is the worst. To think that my baby is nagging me for food. And to think that this bitch is the reason why I have not eaten from morning. I grab the jar and splash all the juice on her face, and I love how she did not see that coming. The sight of the juice dripping from her face and how she is all soaked on her front part is a sight I can not get tired of watching.
She aghast. Thunderstruck. I was unbelieving of what just happened. She still manages to clear some of the thick liquid from her eyes to clear her vision as she charges towards me. “How dare..."
I grab her hand mid-air and use my other hand to slap some sense across her disgusting face. Her stupid dad did not even warn her to do her calculations correctly. She forgot that the floor was slippery due to the juice. She slips, and as she struggles to balance herself, I discharge her hand. “Ouch!” She screams as she slams to the floor like an idiot.
Serves her right!
Liam pulls me a step back as they watch the foolish b*tch wriggle on the floor. Her attempts to stand up bore no fruit for a while, until the last sense whispered to her to roll aside to the dry side and then get up. Her brain just stinks! So slow!
Her face is drenched in a mixture of the disgusting juice and her stupid tears as she looks at me. She is crying. This early? Gosh! This was just a warm-up. How is she supposed to fight back and spice up this show if she is acting like a weakling right now?
“You told my parents that you were not going to hurt me, you whore!” She whimpers in her uncontrollable sobs.
“Oog, yes, and they better continue believing that you are okay if you don’t want to have it worse, Mitch! What kind of woman are you who can cook even common rice? Wait, what am I even saying? Peeling mango and blending it, Mitch, is like blending a stone with you. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for being in the female category?” I mock.
More tears flowed from her. “I wasn’t born a beggar like you; I had to do the chores.” She sobs again.
“Rubbish! Well, then, you see this shit that you just made. I don’t care whether you get sick or die from consuming it; it will be your food until you learn to make a decent meal.” I order.
“What? I can’t put that shit in my mouth.” She cries like a bold b*tch.
“Then die of hunger. As for me, the father of my baby, and his mother, we are heading out to look for a decent meal. And when I come, make sure that this disgusting shit is out of my sight and the floor is sparkling clean. And if you try anything stupid because I know how your stupid empty head works, you will be sorry.” I state as Liam and her mother hold my hands, and out we go to look for food. I could have cooked, but I am too famished to do that for now.