The Housemaid Summary Novels & Stories

ALEXANDER I was restless for the remainder of the day as I sat through endless meetings. My mind kept drifting back to that poor woman and her pale-looking kid. By four pm I was exhausted and found it hard to concentrate, so I wrapped up my work, and decided to head home early. In the car, I reminded Yusuf to schedule interviews, since my housekeeper was due for retirement. She is old and opted to spend the rest of her days with her equally elderly husband. Maria used to work for my parents, and after my mother died, she came to work for me.

Up until noon, everything looked normal. Just as disappointment began to creep in, she suddenly strode straight into my bedroom under the camera. When she came back out, she was wearing my silk sleepwear. She had also put on my jewelry, around her neck and on her hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a glass of red wine, every bit the mistress of the house. At that moment, the doorbell rang. She rose unhurriedly and went to open the door. A young woman walked in.

Everything moved in a slow motion then the stupid coffee just had to fall over onto the floor. "What the actual fuck, Emma!" "I'm... ah... so... rry," I was lost in words as I dropped to pick up the broken pieces. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hol--" "Get a damn broom, and don't use your hands. Are you crazy?" The tears came. Suddenly, someone else appeared behind him and held his waist. "Where do you get these incompetent maids? She can't even serve a cup of coffee," the woman said with an upturned face. She was slender and wrapped in a bath towel also.

"That's fine. I also need to burn some calories for the day, so please, don't burden yourself with that." The maid smiled, pleased at the small kindness the house lady shared. She wasn't bossy like the previous home she served at, and she wasn't rude and cold like the other rich people she encountered either. Had she known this house had such an excellent master, she would have applied for this place sooner. Feeling approachable, Clara decided to ask for a bit of help. She had been struggling without any solution. "Madam, can you please help us with the master's laundry? We are not allowed in his room, and we also didn't get his laundry yesterday. Can we please get his laundry if it's okay w

It’s been two days since Audrey and Asher, along with the housemaid, Flora, came to their new house in the country. The house was already cleaned when they arrived and all that was left to do was to arrange the things in their rooms. Flora took care of that to make sure that Audrey was comfortable. She did all the chores from morning to night, serving Audrey and Asher with all her might.

Maritha replied. "We have at least five maids, a cook, a gardener and a driver. Maritha, please kindly indtroduce them to your Madame." Alec solemnly ordered. "Yes, Sir. Madame, this five women beside me are Wendy, Thina, Alona, Georgia and Rosa who is in charge of the daily housekeeping of the household." Maritha motioned the five women wearing a navy blue maids uniform beside her. The girls gave her a warm and genuine smile which she return in kind.

Talking about the kitchen, she looked over at the dirty dishes in the sink and her face scrunched up in disgust. How was she supposed to wash that? The sight of house flies perching around the rotten plates was a distasteful thing to see. Worse, the bad smell from it made her stomach churn so terribly she clutched her side. It had been like this for three weeks, that was when she sacked the fifth housemaid. She had noticed that Bella, the housemaid, had tried to have an affair with her husband so she sent the bitch packing out without a second thought. She was thinking Edric would employ another one but when she brought up the idea, surprisingly, Edric was against it.

I wonder how many people like her were spread all over the house. “Well, I'm just saying that our fates could be crueler than this. He gave us a roof over our heads, a bed to lie on, and sumptuous meals to feed on. How many masters treat their maids like this?” “And also, we get locked up for the smallest mistakes, get killed for things we should get off with a warning, and we have to live with the constant fear of what he'll do to us,” another maid replied her, “I just think that Bertha is right,” so the timid girl’s name was Bertha.

A quick bob of a curtsy. “Sylvie”. My wife says. Who gives me three curtsies. I assume she would have curtsied until her knees gave out if Skye hadn’t placed her hand on her arm and said, “That’s sufificient”. Marta is the final housemaid. One very nice curtsy from her. The lads, George and Thomas, follow with bows. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here at the mansion”. I say.

The maid didn't stop till when she shows me all the sitting rooms, bedroom together with senima, kitchen, closet and other parts of the house. I have two house maid and the driver, that means we are four people in the house. In this very day, each one of them had explained him and herself to me clearly. And we finally all of us understands each other very well. I really feel whether am dreaming with what's happening to me now in my life.