She woke up this cold morning to prepare for her new job. She glanced at the man sleeping next to her. She approached him quietly and gently kissed his forehead. Then she removed the covers to go take a shower.
After her usual morning routine of taking a shower, then running for half an hour, and then preparing breakfast for her and her husband, she stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her appearance and chatting with him.
She said she had a passionate, loving husband, and she considered herself lucky to have him.
"This job will be a good way to improve our circumstances, believe me."
"Are you really willing to work as a maid for someone?"
"You didn't see the salary in the job offer? Didn't you?"
"Yes, I did, but don't you think it's a lot for simple housework and sitting with the master of the house's wife?"
"I don't think it's a lot of money for simple housework and sitting with the master of the house's wife?" She turned to meet their eyes. "I'm your wife, and I must be by your side at all times, whether good or bad. Now we've fallen into the abyss after going bankrupt, so let me handle the expenses, and you handle the search for whoever pushed us down. Please get hold of him." He smiled. He loved her for her tenderness and kindness, and how she could change his situation from bad to better. He didn't respond, so she returned the smile with her cheerful face and went back to brushing her hair. They left the room, so he could hug her before she left and he went to sit on the couch. She took the house key and said, "I'll call you with the details."
"Okay, good luck. Bye."
"Bye. I love you."
"I love you more."
She put on her shoes, took her phone, and left. She was walking briskly to catch the bus. She looked elegant enough to be a maid. Her long linen coat reached her legs, along with white pants, a bone-colored, high-necked shirt, and matching mid-length boots. Her long, violet-blue hair was blowing in the wind behind her. She thought she was late, but she arrived a few minutes early. She stood waiting for the bus, watching the clouds gather in the sky.
"It's going to rain," she muttered as she glanced at her watch to check the time.
...................
A few minutes after arriving at the address written in the letter the employment agency had sent her, she checked the address on the house and her phone to confirm it was the intended location.
The job application stated that the owner owned a chain of diamond stores around the world. The house was very simple, not reflecting their extreme wealth.
"They don't like to attract attention. Good." That was her first impression.
She walked over to the front door and knocked quietly. A white woman in her fifties, short compared to Hinata, and plump, opened the door, smiling slightly.
"Here, how can I help you?"
"Oh, I applied for a maid position here, and the lady of the house accepted me. I'm the one you contacted yesterday."
"You're Hinata?"
Hinata nodded affirmatively, allowing the lady to make way for her and ask her to come in. Hinata entered quietly, and the lady began to explain.
"I'm here to take care of the cooking every day of the week. You're responsible for taking care of the house and arranging it to suit the lady's mood." Hinata raised her eyebrows in surprise, but the lady didn't notice. She continued, "You'll start working today, but before that, I'll show you around first."
"This is a rapid development in events," she said to herself, laughing. The lady began leading her around the house, the lower level first, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a room for the lady's activities, including painting, embroidery, playing music, and sewing. The room was medieval in style and was the largest room in the house by far. Then they reached the study. The lady said in a low voice, almost a whisper: "This is where the master spends most of his time. The study must be arranged precisely so that nothing shifts by even a centimeter. The master doesn't like people messing with his things." Hinata interrupted her, laughing, "Oh my God, it's as if he'd know if I'd move it by a centimeter or a millimeter. She's exaggerating a lot." The lady continued, "And I almost forgot... If you ever enter the study and find it messy, don't touch it." All this while they stood in front of the massive white, two-piece office door. The lady approached and knocked three times in a steady rhythm until she heard a loud voice permitting her to enter. Shivers ran through Hinata's body at the strength of his voice and the sight of him, his back turned towards them. Hinata couldn't deny feeling afraid of her. Millions of horrific scenarios crept into her mind. Damn her vivid imagination.
After the door opened wide, Hinata and the lady stood opposite the master of the house's desk, who was searching for a book from the library behind it.
The lady snorted briefly before saying, "The new girl Mrs. Jefferson hired, sir. As you requested, I brought her directly after showing her the basement." He didn't turn around or reply, but continued searching for his book that had been occupying his mind since yesterday. But after their long wait and his own search, he decided to give up and resume his search another day. He finally turned to them, and Hinata saw his handsome, masculine features. His face was handsome and calm, as if the voice she had heard a moment earlier hadn't come from him. He had brown eyes and long, carefully combed chestnut hair, with an elegant formal outfit. He looked as if he had stepped out of a fairy tale. He was tall and had a perfect body. His clothes were also elegant: black pants and a formal shirt, and a luxurious silver watch. Hinata let out an audible sigh of relief, and the short lady looked at him in confusion, and the man standing behind the desk looked at her with great surprise that overwhelmed his features. Her face turned red and she was about to apologize, but Mr. interrupted her, saying, "I'm Samuel." Jefferson: I think you know me from the newspapers...? She nodded as he continued, pointing to the short lady: "And this is Mrs. Louise MacInnes." Hinata looked at her, and Mrs. MacInnes smiled. Hinata returned his gaze to Samuel, who said: "Have a seat." Hinata sat down, and Mr. MacInnes stood beside her. Samuel continued: "Louise will take care of any instructions you may expect from me or my wife, as she has been working here for a very long time, so listen carefully. My wife loves perfection."
She nodded in understanding as he sat down, handed her a piece of paper he'd taken from the drawer, and placed it in front of her, saying, "You know the salary you'll be receiving, and you've already signed a contract with the company that hired you. So, this contract is for the safety and security of my house. You must sign here, promising not to divulge the secrets of this house to anyone, even to yourself. Saying anything that happens outside the house will put you under legal accountability." Hinata opened her eyes in surprise at his words. "Why all this secrecy and isolation?" she said to herself. "It's none of my business. Now I get my salary, pay Naruto's debts, and build our empire away from this nonsense."
"Ahem." Samuel cleared his throat to get her attention after seeing her absent-minded and continued, "I don't want to see this behavior again. Being distracted while talking and not concentrating will get you fired before you've even finished a week here."
Hinata wasn't pleased by his sudden change of tone. She wasn't used to this life: being ordered around and reprimanded for her mistakes. But life is always full of surprises. If she wanted to help her husband, she had to obey.
"I apologize, sir. I'll try to be more vigilant next time."
"Don't try, just do it."
His words had two meanings: the first was to urge her to make a double effort at concentration, and the second was to urge her to sign after he brought the paper closer to her.
Hinata looked at the paper for a while, without carefully reading everything written on it. She took a pen and quickly signed. She was surprised to see Samuel get up, pick up the paper, his long brown coat, and the bag, which appeared to have been lying beside him on the floor.
He left the office without even looking back.
Hinata stood up, puzzled. "What kind of idiot husband did you marry this lady?" That was what she was thinking. Curiosity overcame her and she asked, "But where is Samuel-san's wife?" "She's in her room today. She probably won't leave it. Sometimes she doesn't like to meet or see anyone." "Is she old?" "Because Samuel-san looks very old." "No, he's not. The gentleman isn't even forty yet, but the lady is probably five years younger than him." "Really? She's only a year older than me. We're almost the same age. How sweet." Hinata clapped her hands enthusiastically, hearing Mrs. MacInnes say, "The lady here is very kind and sweet. You'll love her. But please don't become friends with her. You'll regret it later, believe me." Well, they deliberately say things that confuse me and make me lose my mind. Damn it, and then they ask me to focus.
Hinata and Louise went to show her the rest of the house, except for the master bedroom, which, in Hinata's opinion, shouldn't have been entered given the mysterious lady's condition.
After the tour and the instructions here and there, some of which Hinata had memorized and others she had written down for later, she told Naruto about her late return.
She then got to work hard, sweeping the floors, polishing the furniture, washing the dishes, and cleaning the guest rooms, which were four, which were too many. Then evening came, specifically at nine o'clock...
Hinata was getting ready to go home when Louise stood in front of her, carrying a medium-sized plate covered in foil. "I've made you some of today's dinner. I hope you enjoy it." Hinata smiled gratefully. She was too tired to cook, and she couldn't let Naruto cook, either. Otherwise, they'd both end up in the hospital poisoned. "You can't believe how happy I am now. You saved me. I didn't know how I was going to get back and cook dinner tonight." "Mr. and Mrs. would love it if I cooked a medium-sized meal to share with me and any other girl who works here, so thank them tomorrow." "Okay, I will." "Wait a minute. Some instructions for tomorrow and a few special days." Hinata looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "Work will be every day from 8:00 AM to 9:00 PM, except for Sunday. There are also days when you might have to stay overnight.
Here, I don't sleep with them. Also, for the first three days,
you'll be cooking the three main meals.
I hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all."
"Good, then, good night."
"Good night."
Hinata bid her farewell and headed home. She was truly exhausted, but she couldn't hide her curiosity to know what this family was keeping secret. She was also excited to see the lady tomorrow. .....
It's a very beautiful house. I wonder what makes its owners so mysterious and secretive, she said to herself after she began imagining some strange secrets, such as nuclear weapons and plans to kill the queen and take her crown, until she began laughing like a madwoman at her strange thoughts. She returned home to be greeted by her husband, who said, "Welcome back! My beauty! Tell me what's up..."
They sat together at the dinner table and placed the plate Louise had prepared between them. He began to take a small amount of it and place it on their plates. Hinata told him about the house, its simplicity, and Louise's kindness. She was about to go on to mention Samuel's strangeness and the woman she hadn't met yet, but then she remembered Samuel's words about complete secrecy. She told him about the contract, saying, "They asked me not to utter a word. I'm deaf, blind, and mute. I only speak when necessary. I signed a contract of silence, and I can't break it."
- Why all this strange caution?
- I really don't know.
- Did you feel that this Samuel might be dangerous?
- No, he doesn't seem dangerous at all. On the contrary, he seems ordinary, tidy, elegant, and like any other aristocratic man.
- First of all, no one uses that word these days, my dear. Second of all, haven't you ever seen any movies about the mafia?
She shook her head, so he continued, "Seriously, elegant men are the ones you should be suspicious of. Look at the Italian mafia; they're more sophisticated than the Italian president himself.
While the good guys look evil, if you don't know these simple things, you'll make me worry about you while you're there."
- Hey, Naruto, don't worry too much. Just let it go, please, and you'll see that I was right.
- I'll try for you.
I also hope you're right.
________________________
Hinata arrived an hour early because she was the one who would prepare breakfast and the rest of the day's meals. She met Louise in the garden of the Jefferson family's home. Louise greeted her, and Louise handed her a spare key to the house. "This is for emergencies and special days I told you about, and also if you'd like to come early," she said. "Thank you." She smiled and took the keys from her. Louise opened the door for them to enter, and they immediately headed to the kitchen. One hour was enough to prepare the delicious food for everyone's favorite morning meal. With Louise's help, Hinata was able to do everything she'd found in the instructions for Tuesday's breakfast. They began carefully setting the table for two. Hinata was focused on every detail. She truly wanted to keep her job, and she kept repeating, "The lady loves perfection, the lady loves perfection." She added her own touch here and there to add her own flair to the lavish table. After she finished, she and Louise went back to the kitchen to tidy up the mess Hinata had left behind and also to eat breakfast. While they were eating, Hinata asked curiously, "Why don't you go wake them up? It's 8:30."
"The lady doesn't like to be woken up. She'll get up on her own and wake the lady up with her. When they come down, we'll move on to heating everything up."
Hinata sighed in frustration and finished eating her breakfast.
A few minutes later, they heard a soft, quiet voice coming from upstairs.
"Louise, are you here?"
Louise stood up, startled, and pointed to Hinata, who was very excited to see this mysterious woman. Hinata understood and quickly went to heat the coffee, tea, and milk again, while Louise went to the source of the voice. While Hinata was heating the drinks, she tried to overhear the conversation taking place between Louise and the lady.
"Ma'am, are you feeling better now?"
"Of course, Louise. Thank you for asking. Is breakfast ready? I'm feeling hungry."
"Yes, of course, it's waiting for you, ma'am."
"Is the new girl good at cooking?"
"Yes, she's good. I think you'll replace me after you taste what I've cooked."
"She laughed gently, then I heard her say, "That's never going to happen."
Her eavesdropping was interrupted by the boiling milk, which spilled all over the stove. What a foolish predicament Hinata had gotten herself into.
After she finished heating the items and placing them back on the table, she stood in front of the stairs, waiting for Mrs. and Louise to come down. Moments later, a young woman with pale, white skin, a slender body, and attractive features came down. Her eyes were sleepy and emerald-colored, her eyelashes were thick, and her hair, which was short and reached her neck, swayed softly with every movement she made. It had an attractive color.
"Pink...???" That's what Hinata muttered when she arrived, her eyes on her hair.
She was wearing a long, pearly silk dress with long sleeves tied at the wrists. Her neck was adorned with a simple necklace. A flower hung from it, its petals covered in diamonds. This wasn't unusual for Hinata at all.
The lady smiled as she stood in front of Hinata, with Louise behind her. She returned the smile, and before Hinata could say anything, Louise spoke, "My lady, Hinata Uzumaki, the new maid."
The lady's smile widened as she said, "Welcome, Hinata. I hope you don't find work here tiring. I'm Sakura Jefferson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Sakura bowed respectfully, as the Japanese do in greeting, and Hinata did the same, saying, "Me too, my lady."
They sat up at the same time, and Sakura said, "Don't call me ma'am, please. Just Sakura."
"Yes, Sakura-san, here you go eat."
Sakura laughed loudly, "Seriously, don't be a mini-Louise and don't make me feel like I don't live in my own house. Please, just act smoothly."
Hinata smiled and nodded in agreement. She hadn't expected that this was the woman her husband and Louise had described as loving and perfect. On the contrary, she was extremely spontaneous and didn't care about details, as had been said about her.
Spontaneity is the exact opposite of perfection, and they only appear in the same sentence when she deliberately put them together, as I did.
Now...!
Sakura sat at the head of the table and began to eat, with Louise and Hinata standing relatively far away from her.
Hinata chattered, "Where's Samuel-san? Didn't you say she'd wake him up? Don't make me heat things up again. I might burn the house down this time."
Louise helplessly hit her forehead and said, "The master left early for important business and won't be back until late. That's what the lady said."
Sakura interrupted them, placing a piece of food stuck in her fork in front of her mouth as she finished chewing the one in her mouth. "This is delicious, but it sounds just like your cooking, Louise."
Louise was a little confused and then said, "I think Hinata is so good that she followed the recipes I wrote her word for word. Maybe that's why you feel it resembles my cooking."
Sakura smiled and turned her head back to the table to continue, but then turned back to them and said, "Have you had breakfast?"
They both shook their heads, and Sakura said in a voice that sounded sad: "Come on, come and eat some with me. I don't want to eat alone." They both came forward and sat down, Hinata on her right and Louise on her left. Sakura smiled, saying, "Thank you both," before finishing her meal. Louise muttered, while Hinata replied, "You're welcome."
.............
Breakfast was over, and when it was time for lunch, the three of them sat down at the table. Sakura commented on Hinata's cooking again, saying that it resembled Louise's, especially the way she made the meatloaf. This caused Hinata and Louise to become confused once again, even though Louise lost her appetite and stood up, claiming indigestion. As for dinner, it was the same comment, and the strange thing was that no one offered an explanation this time. Perhaps they thought Sakura was stupid and wouldn't understand that Hinata was clever, or perhaps because they were hiding something and were afraid that if either of them spoke up, their secret would be revealed.
Hinata's first day of cooking and organizing went well. She heard some simple instructions from Sakura about her private, diverse room. Other than that, she never spoke to Hinata, even when sharing meals with her. She never asked her about her personal life or anything else. Hinata, meanwhile, was eager to ask her questions and talk to her, but she never found the right opportunity. It was almost nine o'clock and it was time for Hinata to return home. She was putting on her coat outside the door. She saw Sakura sitting in the living room, reading, holding a glass of wine. She was staring at her for a long time, lost in thought, with millions of questions about the secrets hovering around her running through her head. Meanwhile, Sakura felt someone staring at her, so she turned around to meet his white eyes. She looked at her for a long time, and when she realized that Hinata was lost in thought, she smiled and said, "What are you, Sakura? Do you like me that much? Or are you thinking of a way to kill me?" She said her last sentence and laughed. As a result, Hinata woke up from her reverie, saying in confusion, "No, no, I don't mean Sakura-san. Excuse me for being distracted." "Don't worry about it," Sakura said with a smile. "Thank you. Good night."
- No need to thank me, good night.
Hinata hurried to the door to see Louise carrying a plate like last night. Hinata happily took it and whispered, "Thank you for not exposing me today. I owe you one."
Louise added, "Three."
Hinata nodded, "Yes, three. Thanks again. Good night."
She was about to leave when she heard Louise say, "Good night to you too, Hinata."
Hinata went out and Louise closed the door behind her. She heard Sakura calling her. Louise walked over to her, and Sakura said, "Do you really think I'm stupid, Louise?"
Louise swallowed and continued, "I can tell your cooking from a thousand dishes. Tell me why I helped her?"
Louise looked regretfully and said, justifying herself, "Actually..."
...
- I'm back.
Naruto approached her and looked at her carefully, saying, "How did it go?" Then he looked at the plate and added, "Another plate. This means you're not expelled, or you've been expelled, and this plate is a message saying, 'This is your last plate with us.'"
Hinata took off her shoes after holding the plate out to Naruto, saying, "A miracle has happened. Rest assured, I'm not expelled."
Naruto got excited, his eyes shining, and then he said, "Tell me what happened."
They entered the kitchen, and she sat at the table while Naruto placed the cutlery on it. She had eaten dinner earlier, but she loved sharing food and talking with Naruto. He sat in front of her, waiting for her to speak. Hinata said, "... Actually, when I went in the morning and found the cook, I told her about my situation. I was like the owner of this house, pampered with servants and many cooks, so I didn't bother learning to cook even once. I also told her about my desperate need for this job. She was a kind woman and accepted my help. However, Lady Sakura was suspicious of every meal, but Louise had a good excuse, and that's how I survived." Naruto laughed loudly and then said, "When you came out this morning and said you had a plan to take over, I never imagined you'd beg the cook." Hinata laughed along with him. She truly had no other choice, but despite all the stress she'd gone through today, she had, to be honest, enjoyed it. .....
She finished brushing her short hair and looked at herself in the mirror for a while before getting up and slipping under the covers on her large bed. Sleep was caressing her eyelids as she checked her phone. The door opened, revealing the handsome man in his thirties, "I'm back."
He heard her reply quietly, "Welcome back."
A slight smile appeared on his lips as he headed toward the bathroom.
She came out after he showered and changed his clothes, lying down beside her, while she leaned her back against him, fiddling with her phone.
- It's been a very tiring day.
..... -
- I can't remember the last time I worked this hard.
..... -
- How was your day?
- Good.
- Is the maid good?
- Sort of.
- I still don't know why I chose her so quickly without testing her out like the others.
- It's special to see this in her.
- Are you happy now?
...... -
- Can I do anything else to make you answer this question?
- Maybe a new life where I can start from scratch since the day I was born? She put the phone aside, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and exhaled with fake anger.
He sighed tiredly before approaching her and planting a kiss on her forehead. He stood up, took his pillow with him, and left the room.
.. To be continued..
❤︎ Hayes Guys ❤︎
❤︎ What do you think of the new chapter?
❤︎ Samuel's wife shocked you, didn't you?
❤︎ What do you think makes Sakura yearn for a new life?
Does it relate to Samuel?
❤︎ What do you think of the characters and events so far?
❤︎ What do you think was the reason that made Sakura marry Samuel in the first place?
❤︎ I hope you liked and enjoyed the chapter.
.png)
.png)
.png)
