My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

The coffee Ada gave me did me real good and the painkillers worked magic.

At about an hour later I was already on my feet and ready for work, looking like my Heart had not been at all shattered.

' I will not let a man who had not even been intimate with me make me ruin my life. I needed to go to work so as to get him off my mind. That's what I need to do.' I thought to myself as I got dressed for work.

I dressed up in a short red gown and heels to match. I packed my natural hair back so my thin face was elongated more. I looked good so good that no one would would suspect a thing by mere looking at me. If I didn't tell you that my heart was just broken you wouldn't know and that's how I wanted it to be.

My parents were sitting in the diner when I got downstairs.

"Good morning mum, Dad good morning." I greeted sweetly. They both answered me with a smile. They were eating from the same plate. The dining table was filled with all kinds of food. It was safe to say that my family were the type of gluttons that never got fat.

"Zara don't you think it's time for you to introduce us to your boyfriend. We don't even know his name." My dad said when I pecked his cheek. I ignored him and strolled over to Peck my mum.

"Dad relax when I'm ready to introduce him I'll. But it's not yet time at least for now." I shook my head and stood at a distance from them.

"Seriously you should bring him home. You are not getting any younger." My mum added and my dad nodded in agreement. I rolled my eyes.

"Mum I'm not in the mood to have this discussion yet. Marriage is a life time commitment. A life time thing, except you want me to be a divorcée because if you guys make me rush into marriage I'll rush out of it and I kid you not. So please just allow me take my sweet time in choosing my perfect man."

"That's not always the case you know. Taking a lot of time to chose the right one doesn't always work so well. I didn't even court your mother. But here we are happily married. This generation puts too much thoughts to perfection instead of Goodness and that's why there are more divorces than necessary. When will you realize that perfection is just a myth. No one is perfect Zara."

"Your dad is right. Instead of looking for the perfect man look for the man who is good for you. Who will love, respect and support you. Every man will have his flaws you should just make sure it's one that you can manage. The question should be is he good? does he love you? does he respect you. will he support you? Not if he's perfect." My mum added, intertwining her fingers with my dad.

I so wanted a marriage like theirs.

They were right though. I was well aware that even there marriage wasn't perfect, they had definitely encountered some trials. But then they have come to love each other through all the tribulation and I wanted a marriage like that, a love like theirs. My parents were my standard. The only problem was that they were a very high standard.

"Mum I've heard you guys. I'll think about all you have said_ and don't worry before a month has passed you both will see the love of my life. My per_my good man." I corrected myself before I would have to suffer another round of preaching from them. "I need to go to work now mum."

"Alright love." My mum said, whipping her head back to face her food. I walked away.

"Baby daddy, loves you." My dad shouted. I wheezed.

"I love you too dad." I laughed, turning back to blow him a kiss. I checked my watch and it was already passed 9, I was so late for work. Even though I was the boss I liked to show good example by always coming early to work.

I really loved my dad. He treated me like an overgrown baby just the same way Wale treats me. He wanted me to have all I wanted all I needed. When I asked, when I don't, he just wanted me to have it all. Wale somehow reminded me of my dad or maybe it was the other way round. Maybe I was projecting the features of my dad to him because I loved him.