The Housemaid - Season 1 - Episode 25

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The Housemaid - Season 1 - Episode 25

Oga came back a week later and met a very quiet house.

The children were sleeping so everywhere was silent like a graveyard.
Madam was in the master bedroom so I couldn’t tell whether she was awake or sleeping.

It was the sound of the engine of Oga’s car that roused me from where I was sitting in the kitchen and towards the window to peep.
Oga blared the horn three times in his characteristic manner and I went out to answer him like normal and help him carry his luggage into the house.
The sound of the horn seemed to have roused madam as well and she came out and stood at the door to welcome her husband.
“Honey welcome,” madam said to him which was quite unusual.
The husband was startled.
“Thanks my darling,” he replied and crossed his right hand over madam’s shoulder.

Madam tactically masked her bitterness and resentment.

I trembled slightly as I stood inside the kitchen awaiting the outburst that would emanate when madam finally bursts the bubble before him.
I couldn’t predict what the aftermath was going to be.

Whether I was going to be sent packing or not.
Oga’s right hand lay across madam’s shoulder as they went in together into the master bedroom.
Oga had his bath and soon came out to have his meal. Madam came out too trailing behind.
It seemed madam was having a hard time deciding the best time to bring up the issue. She had remained very diplomatic so far to the best of her ability.
Oga ate quietly and hungrily while madam intermittently asked him about the conference.

“Everything went fine,” he replied gulping down a thick bolus of eba covered with ogbono soup. “Even the Governor of the state attended too,” he added.
Madam kept silent and listened to the gist of the conference.

When Oga finished eating, he and madam went back to the master bedroom.
I washed the plates and then settled to eat my own meal. Afterwards I went to my small room.

Night soon came and everyone went to bed.
In the middle of the night I heard madam’s voice waking Oga up from sleep.
“Yes?” Oga replied with a drowsy voice.
“We need to talk,” madam began firmly.
“About what?” Oga asked sounding irritated over the disturbance of his sleep.
“What is it between you and our house-help?” Madam asked driving sleep away from Oga’s eyes.

“Which house-help?” Oga asked.
“Your house-help,” madam replied.
“You mean Adaeze?” Oga asked.
“Do you have another one?” Madam retorted.

“And how on earth did you think that something was going on between me and that rag?” Oga asked.

Oga’s rhetoric struck me like a hammer.
I couldn’t believe my ears but then I had no choice than to control my emotion
Oga and Madam continued the argument all night long onto daybreak till I stopped hearing their voice.
Then I wondered what the future had in stock for me