My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

"I feel this place is quite underrated." I said looking round at the restaurant. It wasn't as big as De LA krest but that was exactly why I liked it. It was homely, somewhere you could have a personal conversation. Somewhere you could feel at home with your date even though not at home. The forest scenery even made it better.

"I know. I don't know why De LA crest is overrated."

I nodded. "I know right. A lot of things in this country are overrated."

There was a menu on the chair already, he passed it to me. I returned it back to him after I had chosen what I wanted coincidentally we both chose the same meal, fried rice and chicken.

"So tell me what happened between you and your Prince charming?" He asked. I saw the smile on his face although he tried to hide it immediately. He placed his head on his palm paying attention to me.

I frowned. "Nothing. He just stopped being interested."

"That's all?" He asked, his brows quaked up.

"Yes that's all. He won't speak to me. But why can't people be open abeg, if something is in your mind just say it. I'm tired of being expected to read minds." I blurted out angrily.

He chuckled. Removing his hands from the desk and placing it on his legs. "It depends sometimes."

"I don't know why it should depend. It affects relationsh.i.p.s so bad. Keeping things away from your partner leaving them to the cold hands of assumption and conclusion."

"I know, it's annoying. But it's always bound to happen because there are different factors involved."

I gave him the wait what look. "Like where are you guy? are you with me or against me. Pick a struggle and stop confusing thunder."

He laughed out loud and I giggled shaking my head. "Don't get me wrong, I for one hate when someone tells me that they didn't tell me something because they thought I should figure it out. It's a very unfair place to place someone."

I hit the desk in euphoria. "Ggam! Exactly. Or when you hide your life from someone refusing to open yourself to them but expecting them to open their self to you. Who does that?"

"I once did." He laughed.

"Although it's true that sometimes you are really supposed to figure it out. I guess it does depend." I said thoughtfully.

I laughed knowing he was right. "I'm even tired but then at least they should know when it's easy to figure out and when it's not. There is no way I'm expected to figure some s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e things out without a prior knowledge of anything."

"I agree though. The problem is in what people consider as what a person "really ought to figure out". Like what they consider "basic" for you to figure out. Sometimes, it is basic in their own head and really not basic in reality but they'd judge you by their own standards of what they consider "basic". Like I said, we humans are f.u.c.k.e.d and no one is the same and what's "easy" differs like people's IQs differ thus, it is unfair to put anybody in that position. Simple."

I shook my head in understanding. One of the waiters, a slim tall man came just in time to take our orders.

"A bottle of whisky will do too." He waved at the waiter.

"You do drink a lot?" It was a question not that I found anything wrong with drinking but I didn't like an alcoholic, who did?

"When I'm with beautiful women. Yes. I'm usually shy so I need the alcohol to loosen my tongue." He said it so seriously although his face was so amused I burst out laughing.

"You are one hell of a guy."

"Yea a prince charming who is not charming." I smirked at him.

"I like that you shake your own table." I chuckled. Just then we heard a loud scream from behind Me and I turned around immediately. The sight that I saw scared me, a young girl was lying on the floor unconscious and her mother was screaming besides her.