Chapter twelve

The door pushed open and Naomi’s hand trembled but she was able to catch herself to avoid dropping the plate she was holding. She softly placed it on the dining table and gulped before looking up at the man that entered the house. “Good evening, dad. Dinner is ready,” she smiled softly.

The man ignored her and strode to the dining, he drew out a chair and plopped down on it, pulling the dish close to him. “Have you had something to eat?”

Naomi looked at him in surprise but she controlled her tone and not reveal the surprise in her voice. “I am about to, I wanted to set the table for you first.”

“Go get your plate and join me,” he said.

“Um…you don’t have to worry, I will prefer eating in the kitchen,” she said and slamming of a fist on the table reverberated in her chest.

“Are you my daughter or my house help?”

“I’m your daughter, sir,” she rushed to say, not wanting to get on his bad mood.

“Good, now go get your plate and join me.”

“Yes sir,” she replied and hurried to the kitchen t