ICE TO MY FIRE
WRITTEN BY: Pamela James
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Before leaving that morning, madrigal suggested sending his driver with me, but I told him Annabel would help.
My mother was at my place too, cooking in the kitchen while Annabel helped me with packing.
I was planning on continuing with the house rent even if I won’t be staying there for a while until the divorce and so when my father had suggested helping me with selling out the furniture, and the other things I won’t be taking along with me, I wouldn’t let him.
It took long to convince him I would do it myself. If I allow him to sell them out, I would have to get new ones after the divorce, I couldn’t tell him my real reason though. Lying to him that I would do it myself was the only way to not make him sell them.
“I’m also sad about that too, but we have the weekends.”
“You are right. If you are ever having any problem over there, always call okay?”
“I will miss you so much.” She spread out her arms for a hug.
“Food is ready.” My mother called from the kitchen.
After we were done eating, my mother and Annabel helped me with getting my things into the trunk and once done with getting them all in, we went in Annabel’s car in which they both left after dropping me off.
Now alone in the room I slept in on the night of the wedding which he told me would be my room during my stay there, I busied myself with unpacking my things.
Madrigal was not around when I got there, he must be out and should be back later in the evening.
By Monday, he would have a new secretary working for him.
I loved the room he gave me,aside from being very big, it was the mixture of white and gray.
The dressing mirror was beautiful too and I took my time to arrange my makeup kit on it.
I was told to start work the following week at the new company, I would like to start work the following day, but madrigal was against it.
I would just have to bear with the boredom that comes with it.
Inside the bathroom, he already made provision for me.
It was still empty before I left that morning except for the body wash, towel, shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste that were there in the morning.
The empty cabinets were now filled with new body towels, there were new shampoos of various types, new toothpastes, new toothbrushes, deodorants, sponges, shower caps, body scrubs and body wash of all kinds.
I wondered whether he bought all by himself, just how come he knows so much about ladies’ stuff?
I wrapped a towel round my body after I finished taking a shower and was still changing into a yellow t-shirt and a pair of sweats when I heard a soft knock at the door.
Thinking it was madrigal, I quickly slipped my legs into the shorts before rushing to the door to open the door.
Upon opening the door, it wasn’t madrigal, it was someone else, a face I had never seen before.
It was a man who looked like one in his 50s, in a chef cloth.
He was fat a little, had fat cheeks, crystal blue eyes but had no hair on his head.
His beard was neatly shaved and his handle bar moustache with loose curl gave his face a funny look.
I didn’t know that madrigal had a chef until now or maybe he just hired him.
“Good evening Mrs madrigal, I’m Anthony, the new chef.” He introduced himself with a cheerful smile.
“Oh!” That was all I could say.
It was as a result of the name he addressed me by.
I would prefer Hazel to my boss’ name but aside that, come to think of it, I might also have to start adressing madrigal by his name too since I won’t be working for him anymore.
“I’m here to introduce myself and to tell you, supper is ready.”
“Nice to meet you and about supper, thank you. I will be with you in a minute.” I said.
“Alright ma’am.” With this he turned to leave.
“Wait… Is Mr madrigal back?”
“Not yet ma’am.”
“Alright. Thank you.”
Until I was about to sleep that night, he didn’t return back from where he went to.