Angelina hummed softly, moving her body as she diced and chopped the vegetables swiftly to cook the Spaghetti Alla puttanesca. A popular spaghetti was made in the brothels but it was very nice. She removed the apron on when it hung and wore it, wrapped it tightly around her body.
Faith stood and watched in awe how Angelina was holding the cutlery knives, cutting the vegetables into amazing shapes like a pro, she couldn't help herself to question how she learned to cook.
"Oh?!" Angelina wiped her head to give her partial attention to her new friend, "Where did I learn how to cook?" she asked the question faith had asked her. "how won't I know how to cook" she spoke sarcastically, "when my dad was a five-star chef" Angelina smiled brightly, "my dad never for a day stop cooking" she giggled, bringing out the saucepan to fry the vegetables.
"Did he teach you?" faith inquired, helping her to light the gas cooker.
"Oh" Angelina shook her head vehemently, "he didn't" her eyes widened, laughing softly, "I always watch him when he cooks and practicalized it whenever he's out" she joked, stirring the vegetables that were on fire with a wooden flat spatula.
"Then why are you not in cooking school?" faith asked, helping her with another hand.
"Well, I like cooking as a hobby but to make it as a source of income or job," Angelina eyes widened and scoffed, "no way!" she shook her head, "even though my dad wanted me to become a first-class chef" she laughed awkwardly, "but I don't think it's my thing so I go for business studies" she added, turning her attention to what she was cooking.
"And your dad accepted that and supported you?" the shock could be heard in her voice.
"Why won't he?" Angelina quirk her perfect brow.
"Yeah" she nodded, "you know some parents are so controlling that they won't accept what their children want" she muttered, "Like my parents, they force me to take law when all I want is to be a fashion designer" she mumbled, rubbing her arms. Angelina could understand her plight, some parents were so annoying and complicated to make their children's lives problematic.
"Lemme burst your bubbles" Angelina chirped, "my dad is one of the amazing people ever seen, he supported me wholeheartedly in everything and anything I do. He gets my back and I've his total support. My number one fan" she laughed, turning off the fire on the parboiled spaghetti, taking a sieve to drain the remnants water from the Spaghetti.
She poured the drained spaghetti on another hot oil pot, adding garlic and tomatoes not thoroughly cooked then stir together, adding chill and seasoned chicken on it.
After she was through, she served Nathaniel's food on a white ceramic plate, garnishing the served spaghetti with cucumber, onions, and cabbage; putting it on the sine table then covering it before going back to the kitchen, to serve the maids.
The maids were shocked by his lady behavior, she took two plates outside for the security men then called all the 6 maids to the kitchen, serving them as they sat. After she seeded them she sat with them in the kitchen making one conversation with them while eating together with them. Telling them to stop calling her ma'am or lady, they should call her by her name because there was no difference between her and them. She was just lucky to marry a wealthy man yesterday.
Ester stared at Angelina adoringly, feeling nostalgic, why couldn't her children be sweet like her?.
She stood by the stairs watching how Angelina was interacting with the maids, a big difference between her granddaughter.
When they were done eating, they watched the dishes together laughing at the silly joke, faith was telling them about her childhood. Angelina wiped her wet hands together and thought it was time to call Nathaniel down to eat his food.
Is he still sleeping?, she thought as she turned to the stairs to wake him up when she was stopped by an elderly woman in a maid outfit, watching her every move. "where are you going my lady" Angelina blushed furiously, fiddling with her fingers in anxiety under the woman's scrutinize her gaze on her as she breathed haggardly, "Well," she started, fumbling with her words, "I want to call Mr. Nathaniel that the breakfast is ready" she said.
"Oh dear," Ester said concerningly, she didn't want to break Angelina's bubble expression but she had to know, "Don't tell me all this cooking was for your husband?" Ester exclaimed with widened eyes while she nodded.
"Well…" Ester paused, sighing softly, "your husband has gone to work" Angelina face heart crumbled when she heard Ester, her anticipation and excitement to see her husband expression when he tasted her food, she couldn't wait, she knew she was the best cook but just the satisfaction face was enough to make her day brighter yet disappointed upon disappointment. She tried to hide her heartbreak but the elder woman knew well and saw the sadness brimmed in the lady's eyes.
Angelina shook her head, blinking continuously to keep the tears at bay before smiling politely at the woman then went to the table, took the food, and put it in the microwave, putting it in the back of her mind to eat it later not wasting the food. She took a turn abruptly and ran upstairs, using her hands to clamp her mouth shut not wanting a scream to escape.
What did she think that they would become friends like that, she sniffed, wiping her tears harshly.
She banged the door after and went to the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face to calm her hysterical breathing down then went to the bed and sat down, using her hand to pat her chest.
Calm down, you shouldn't have got your hopes up, she reprimanded herself, smacking her chest lightly. She took her phone from the table, checked the time, and saw it was noon already 12:02. She punched her password on her phone and swiped it up checking the missed call she had from her friend than a series of messages before replying to the last one.
11:00
Foody Belle :
He gel, don't tell me you are still asleep at this time?.
11:01
Foodie Belle :
Ya have a sleepless night?.
11:30
Foodie Belle :
If you're through with whatever you are doing….. Messages me.
12:00
Foodie Belle :
Meet me at the usual joint, I'm waiting.
12:05
Crazy beastie
I'm sorry for the late response, my phone was silent. Imma meets you there as soon as possible.
She clicked the send button and her phone dings in notification immediately.
12:05
Foodie Belle:
Imma waits for your slow ass.
12:06
Foodie Belle :
You are treating me today as a bribe <3.
12:07
Foodie Belle:
I've called the usual Uber to kidnap you for me because I'm not a waitress who is good at waiting for ^.
She giggled out, reading her friend's response, she could meet up with her friend to take her mind off something.
She took her scurvy scarf and wrapped it tightly around her neck, she packed her ID cards, keys, atm with $25 she had, inside her handbag, closing the door behind her.
She went down the stairs and informed the maids that she was going to see her friend down the street.
She got outside, blaming herself for not wearing a thick cloth or taking her cardigan as the cold breeze seep into her body, the security men inquired about where she was going and told her to take a car from the garage but she politely declined, telling them that she had a Uber ready for her.
With that being said, she hugged her bag closed to her chest and walked out of the big gigantic gate.
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