My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

De LA krest is the best restaurant in the island I lived in and everyone who lived In the island knew of it. I was lucky he chose it, at least this way I didn't have to leave the island which would have killed all my hopes of actually going to the date on time.

I didn't know what I would have said if he chose one I wasn't familiar with as I was still getting to familiarize myself with this country and this state and I didn't want to start telling him about myself yet or risk looking clueless.

I didn't trust him yet, after all didn't they say that looks could be deceiving and I for one knew that. I needed to play smart so I don't get to fall for deceit well just in case he wasn't what I thought him to be. I hoped and prayed he was just as I thought though, Just as I thought which is perfect.

"Zara where are you going to?" My mum asked coming out from the kitchen. She was drying her hair with a towel and looked pretty disorganized for her.

"Mum good afternoon. I'm going for a date, I would be back soon." I said In a rush eager to leave.

I knew if I stayed even a second longer with her she would make me go late. She is still a Nigerian mother after all.

"Zara won't you take your lunch." She shouted as I ran out.

"No mum. I'm going for a date." I shouted back. I heard her footsteps retreating. She was goals to me in every aspect. Mother goals, woman goals and other goals. I wanted to be just like her when I grow up. Well I mean when I grow up up.

My mum was so classy and rich and still so nice like me sometimes not like I am blowing my own whistle. She was an excellent cook. Sometimes she helped the maids in the kitchen and sometimes she just preferred to do all the cooking on her own.

I did know how to cook but I didn't fancy it like she did. I wanted to sit and wait for my food and crossed my legs while I am being served. What was the use having money if you cannot relax and be served. I did cook sometimes but they were very rare times. Like when I wanted to bribe my Dad into getting me my fourth car a Rolls Royce that I barely drove because my Lamborghini was life.

Looking at the cars in the park I chose to go with the SUV it went well with my clothes. My Lamborghini will look awkward for what I was wearing. It would have made me drive faster but then I got to chose and my baby missed me. The SUV that is. It was the first car my dad bought for me after I came back.