Six

 GIGi’S POV

What fun should we have had with his sport car?

I wondered .

Now, have gotten to the place that steadily brings pain to me..

The thought sank into my skull.

“Thanks for the ride” I said with an obviously-fake smile.

“You’re always welcome darling, I would do anything for you” He responded.

A smile on his face. One I obviously despised.

He alighted heading to my seat door, I became amazed the second he placed his hands on the handle, pulling opening the door.

“My Queen” He said, bowed slightly.

Damn! I have never been treated like a queen since my days on earth.

Moon goodness sure knew that I have been deprived of love and sent me omix, I couldn’t thank her enough.

Stepping into the same place that reminded me of nothing but agony. I met my aunt sitting on one of her favorite wooden chair, the one I never dare to share.

“Why were you with him?” She asked, her eyes trailing over me.

Fright was heavily embedded in me at the moment, looking helplessly at a small stool underneath her chair. 

I dare not look into her eye if I don’t want myself torn into pieces.

“Oh, you’ve started sleeping around you shameless idiot!!!” She yelled.

“No a.u.n.t.t.t.” I stammered.

“Well you would only bring disgrace to your poor mom in the grave, not me.” She yelled loudly. Her words stinking into my head.

She picked up her purse, pulling out her mascara and red lipstick.

Make-up has been aunt do or die since I knew her,.she could do this day and night.

Lol!

It wasn’t like she was good at it . Most times she would end up looking like a lost witch.

“Get the hell outta my sight”. She yelled again. This time louder 

On getting to my room, I saw my long lost teddy, Fiffy. 

Fiffy had been my favorite, She lightened my soul anytime I was sad.

I haven’t spilled up the beans to my best friend.

My last birthday was boring as usual.

Being an orphan has been hell. I had no idea of the actual date I came into the world.

Last three years, when I met Bella, she had wanted to know more about me.

“What’s your birth date.” She asked. Her question still stuck in my head.

“I don’t have any.” I responded, as I tried to hide my pain.

She got curious about me, I had to make a detailed explanation of my misery existence. 

It made her pathetic and she later vowed to always be my friend.

She chose 12th of May as my birthday.

My last year birthday was boring as usual, I eventually had a memorable one when Bella gifted me Fiffy.

 “Fiffy ,I’ve missed you a lot.” I said as I bent to pick her.

“You look so dirty right now..” I stared at here with tears in my eyes.

I quickly rushed to the restroom, picked up a green liquid body scrub alongside a white towel. This has been her personal belongings.

“I’m glad you came back.” I whispered to her.

Few minutes later, I was out of the restroom. A towel wrapped around her body as I headed towards the dressing table.

It’s a small wooden furniture, nothing to wow about. It has my body lotions and some stretch mark cleansers 

I have been eager to get them off my skin, wanting to look fit and sexy for my mate. 

But who was I to question the moon goodness.

I picked up my hair comb, placing it on her tangled hair. 

“Look pretty for me, fiffy.” I helplessly rubbed her cheeks.

My eyes trailed to the corner of the room, I saw my almost ripped-off bag of clothes. I hurriedly unzipped it,bringing out my tattered blue gown.

I’m not really good at stitching but I’ve always loved making clothes for her. 

Taking out my needles from a container sitting lifelessly on my so called dressing table.

“It’s time to make so magic.” I chuckled.

Boom!!!!!

“The magic has been done fiffy.” I said, smiling at her. 

Placing fiffy on my thigh as I’m getting her dressed. I wore her a green gown accompanied with a matching color hair bow.

What was I going to wear to Omix’s birthday party?

Help me Moon goddess!

I honestly had no idea by now, none of my clothes befit a big occasion.

I had no nice clothes except my school wear and a pair of black socks. Most times I was on my few under wears in my room.

“I need some new clothes.” I mumbled to myself. 

But where will I get some money?

I wondered.

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Argghhh!!!! 

My tommy hurts. 

I knew I must have starved myself so badly today so I hurriedly made my way to my aunt’s kitchen.

She can be so cruel and wicked but not with food. I could make and eat foods but never to waste her food.

She hated seeing me waste her food. She would always scream at the topmost of her voice.

“You wasted idiot!!!” My aunt would say.

I’m a lover of Lasagna. I could cook it every day and every single second.

“What a delicious meal type.” I marveled.

My aunts kitchen wasn’t that big. It had an hot plate and few cooking pots, placed on an old-staggering wooden table. 

She hardly came in to cook. Most times she ordered me to make her food or she ordered stewed chicken from Da Savor kitchen.

She would rather spend most of her times on doing skin care routines and some wacky makeups.

Oh my goodness!!

I screamed looking at hefty-used plates laying lifeless on the sink. It stinks so badly.

Max could be so unreasonable. 

I often wondered who on earth would end up with that annoying brat. He hardly worked.

I could remember clearly I made his meal before leaving to school this morning, and he wanted me to wash the plates too.

Gosh!

I was used to doing huge chores. Being a female, I had a lot to keep up with.

Despite Max’s cold behavior towards me, I never hated him. I often prayed to the goodness to let him see me as someone he could stop hating either.

I knew I needed to wash the used plates first.

I picked my favorite plate wash, Sparkles, and stated to mess with the plates.

“Chubby people are dirty.” Most people assumed.

Never to judge a book by it attractive or unattractive cover. 

Haha!

Maybe I just did.

But one thing I loved was my hygiene.

I would rather sweep an ocean than stay in a dirty place unlike Max he doesn’t give a care about his hygiene. Most times, he pay to get his duties done.

Most times, He paid me some penny Euro to get his clothes washed. That had been my side job.

“Half bread is better than none.” I reminded myself. 

The plates was now washed so I proceeded to cook my priceless lasagna.

I brought out my noodles from the cupboard and some balls of fresh tomatoes from the deep cooler. My favorite sauce paste, Gino bodly inscribed on it.

Cheese has been a main ingredient of lasagna, It’s a dairy product made from the curdled milk of cows, goats, or sheep. It comes in many different varieties, textures, and flavors, depending on the type of milk used, the production process, and the age of the cheese. Some common types of cheese include cheddar, mozzarella, brie, feta, and gouda. 

“My lab animal teacher, Miss Carolina, taught me well..” I smiled to myself. 

Meat is a major thing too, It gives sweetened taste to most dishes especially lasagna.

“Oh my! I nearly forget vegetables!!’ I yelled out loud.

I had to rush to the yard where I planted some veggies.

Most common vegetables that I used in lasagna included spinach, zucchini, and eggplant.

Fortunately I still had some spinach in my yard.

Spinach leaves was typically dark green and have a slightly bitter taste. It can be eaten raw in salads or cooked in a variety of dishes, such as soups, stews, and pasta dishes like Lasagna. 

It had high vitamins A and C, iron, and other nutrients, making it a very good choice for me.

I hurriedly plucked some, heading back to the kitchen, nearly stumbling on the staircase.

I sliced it thinly and layered between the noodles and other ingredients.

Flavored aroma filled the house, boiling my raw meat. 

Before cooking the meat, I seasoned it with sauce, pepper, herb and spices to add some flavor.

I proceeded, placing it in a pan over medium-high heat until it’s browned on the outside. 

Finally, my meal was ready, I placed some portion in a golden flat plate for aunt. She had been savoring, inhaling the nice aroma.