CHAPTER 3

Soft.

"Not any more sir", she replied.

Juma stared at her curiously and shook his head. He walked out of the car and purposely exerted force on his hands which he had placed on hers on the edge of the car's door.

"I hope so" , he said and walked to the lift.

"Childish! aah!" Stephany mumbled and closed the door kissing her fingers.

How come he is this petty, trying to get revenge without knowing what happened.

Her hand was in pain. She looked at the back of the man standing in front of the lift through her braids and went to the lift switch and pressed. The door opened and after he entered, she pushed the luggage in.

"I will take the stairs", she turned without waiting for his answer and pressed the switch button to close the lift doors.

There was a sink near the stares and after assembling her braids, she washed her tears off her face. Her eyes were a little red but she never minded them anymore as she raced up the stairs.

Upon reaching the main door to the house, she was surprised to find the door opened but the luggage left outside.

'What's the meaning of this?' She wondered.

Even though he knew him, he wasn't this arrogant and completely careless and crude. She felt like she was facing another interview, more so she wished. Because if it was, she would have gone back to the hostel.

Her mind drifted away again.

She saw herself walking into the house and finding him seated on the couch.

"What are you looking at? Have you never..." Juma asked arrogantly.

Stephany stared at him disgustedly from head to toe repeatedly as her eyes darted up and down. She squeezed her tongue between her teeth and pushed the saliva between her tongue, deflating her cheeks inwards and released a sharp sound.

"Juma, even if the world turns gray and you are the only one who can rain on it to be green, I will never admire that jerk face of yours. Trying to talk to me like I am nobody, let me tell you, I went to. college and earned this job from my own achievement, and you? Still Mama's boy feeding on the milk from Mama's farm", she says.

"The farm belongs to my mom, why can't I enjoy the milk from there?" He asks in return.

"Should I be supportive?"

"???" Juma looks at her.

Stephany shakes her head and rubs her temples.

'What was that? Even in my own fantasy I can't do well ever since he called my name. What's going on' she says in her head but the last sentence sounds louder

"What's going on is you haven't pulled the luggage in the house. I need to rest. You need to prepare my schedules and be here on time tomorrow", Juma answered.

He had come back while Stephany was in her dream land.

She pressed and pulled the handle up and pushed the courage inside, once again ignoring to answer him. She was going soft and she was not liking any bit of it.

The word tomorrow from his sentence had also woke her up to know that she was at work but then again she smiled.

'At least he has some sense left' she thought to herself.

If she can leave here at once, she believes that she can settle her emotions down and plan on how this, them working together will happen. How it will go and how she will make sure she can earn faster and excuse herself from this nightmare.

If she could write a novel, she would have done it based on her story but the one in her mind had revenge which she felt like her heart was not following right now.

Juma walked in too and sat on the couch, coincidentally sitting on the same side she had seen him on. This scene gave her goosebumps. She was not ready to make him know who she was and she wasn't ready to start a conversation about them either.

"I will take your luggage to your room. Should I arrange the clothes or you will do it?" She asked, standing at the edge of the stairs.

"Are you asking me the way you should do your job?" He asked as a reply with a raised brow.

"Okay!" She said and went up stairs, her attitude betraying her fake smile.

Juma, who was seated with no expression on his face, looked shocked. His left arm supported his head with his fingers running. through his forehead and his face turned serious.

"Why does she look angry sometimes and smile at the same time? And why am I so comfortable around her, there's no reaction at all. The first day we meet and I can fall asleep in the car with her? What's so special about her? She even made me have the dream that haunts me and I can remember the name from the dream today? Is it why Doctor Khan said I should come back home and try to see if I can heal?"

Many questions criss crossed his mind as he racked his brain finding no answers. Anyone who knows him, knows that he can't tolerate a woman or accurately any female.

He had an accident and he forgot everything before college and even though he knows that this country is home, he only knows about its history from what he learned and read about it.

He easily forgets the female names and any encounter he has with them. He also has never allowed females near him as he was allergic but since Stella bumped on him, he saw no reaction.

From the information he has about her, she was just a woman who has worked part time since college doing miscellaneous jobs until his company gave her this job. So, what was special about her was unknown.

He brushed his palm down his face.

Stephany was in the closet admiring the closet decor. She was almost vlogging in the closet. She opened the luggage and saw how well. and organized the clothes and was shocked to see the familiarities of clothing preference.

"He still loves these types of suits," she said as she removed them one by one, arranging them in the closet.

She arranged everything according to how she remembers his preference of placing the clothes, shoes and accessories. There was still space after she was done and she knew that they would have to shop for his clothes sooner or later.

Once done, she left and went downstairs to the genitor room, took the cleaning materials and went upstairs.

She even forgot that he was in the house and was so immersed in her work. She vacuumed the bed and removed the bed sheets and covers. She took her phone and called the company.

"Hi, Miss Elisabeth, can you place an order for a blue patterned bed cover and duvet for the boss. Also make sure you follow the example of the one I am going to send you. The curtains too should be changed to brown heavy sets" as soon as the other side picked the phone, she said.

"Okay secretary Stella", the other side answered in a female's voice

"They should be able to deliver them as soon as possible", she added before ending the call.

The bedsheets from the bed were folded by her and placed on the cloth basket. She continued cleaning the bedroom and finished with the bathroom.

Looking at the items in the bathroom, she once again made the call to Elisabeth ordering a variety of soaps, toothpaste, towel and bathrobe. KOLEX. co was a known international company dealing with hygiene products like cleaning materials i.e soaps, tissues, but Juma had his preference.

The company had tried placing some of the products here but they got the colors all wrong and so she was rearranging the entire house. She did not even realize her concern for what he prefers and just continued with her job.

After finishing, she went on with cleaning other rooms and the unwanted products from the master bedroom were all taken to the other guest room. Just when she was completing the cleaning of the last step of the stairs, the door bell sounded and she went to answer.

Juma had gone to the study room and she seemed like she was alone in this house. The one knocking was the delivery person and she was glad everything was fine just how she wanted. After signing, the delivery person left and she went on with her cleaning.

After all the rooms were done, she opened the products and went to the bedroom. She changed the curtains and spread the bed. Arranged the bathroom and toilet products on the shelf and placed everything in an organized manner.

"Mmmh! Done! I can go home now", Stephany relaxed after seeing everything was fine.

Stephany removed the gloves she was wearing and took the cleaning materials to the laundry balcony to dry and headed for the study.

Knock! Knock!

"You are done?" Juma asked from the room.

"Yes sir. There's a male chef per your request arriving in two hour who will be taking care of your dishes. He is a known seven star hotel chef and he will be able to take care of your menu without any problems. I have to go back now and prepare your schedules for the week. Let's meet tomorrow sir", she replied.

"Okay, you can leave"