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GODFATHER ?
( Bounded By Honour. . . )
CHAPTER 3&4: PABLO
By; Holland Cisca.
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Anastasia was forced to put on a sack cloth which covered only part of her body. She could still feel the pains on her back and legs. They had tortured her mercilessly.
Vito ordered the rest of the torture should be terminated, rather she will remain as a slave and serve the Escobar household as a payment of her father’s debts.
Anastasia tried not to make eye contact with anyone since it was against the rules. She would only look when asked to.
The news of the youngest son of the boss returning that day was almost like a public announcement in the house. Anastasia felt frustrated on hearing this.
She knew works will be doubled on her since she will have to serve everyone equally. She met a maid who was heading to the kitchen and she stopped her.
” Excuse me. What’s going on?” She asked.
” The boss’s youngest son is returning from the military today. He has ordered for a bouquet for his return.” Said the maid excitedly.
” Okay. Thank you.”
The maid smiled at her, heading to the kitchen. Anastasia glared around, confused and more frustrated than she already is. Every other maids and servants were putting on a good cloth except her.
She looked more of a slave with the capital letter ‘S’ than to just the word with the small ‘s’. Everything she does was supervised by Micheal and most times he’d spank on her like a kid.
She was given a room in the basement where she stays whenever she was free, and only Micheal was permitted to go there.
She sneaked out of the basement to the garden to get some leaves to treat her wounds. She could barely feel her joints, the marks on her body were so deep and they hurt a lot.
Micheal caught her sneaking in the process and called her back. She thought of what to say to him and avoid getting a slap in return.
“Where the fu*k are you going to?” He asked angrily. ” Didn’t I ask you to stay in the basement?”
” I. . . I thought I should help out since your younger would be returning home tonight.”
” There are lots of maids who can do the preparations without your help. I don’t want to remind you that apart from my father, you don’t have any right to work or serve anyone else. Understood?!” He barked.
Anastasia nodded her head.
” I wanna hear the words, Ana.” He said.
” Yes, sir ”
” I can’t hear you.”
” Yes, sir.” She said a bit louder than before.
” Good. Now get your @$$ back in that basement or I drag you down there myself.”
She turned, returning back to the basement without turning or looking back. She shuts the door, leaning against it. Everytime he yelled at her, the pains would hurt her the more. She was trying to do herself some favour, but he wasn’t granting her that chance.
Anastasia remained in the basement until it was sunset. She was convinced that the approaching footsteps was Micheal coming since he was the only one who comes down there.
The door open but he didn’t enter. He stood at the door with the mean look on his face which always gives Anastasia goosebumps.
“Get your @$$ over here.” Immediately, she stood up from the ground walking to him with her head facing the ground.
” Yes, sir.”
He dragged her out of the room, shutting the door close. ” Our guest is almost arriving, and I want you to respect yourself out there. Like I said, you aren’t taking any order from anyone except my father.” He reminded. ” So, as soon as you get there, you do wh@tëver you’re meant to do and try not to maintain eye contact with anyone, especially to our guest.”
Anastasia didn’t have to ask why, that was an order given to everyone who served the Escobar family. No eye contact, no conversation with any of the family members, always mind your business. The rules were plain and all written on Anastasia’s palms despite her stay in the house is just two days now.
She trailed after him as they left the basement to the main building. They went in different directions as she went to help the other maids serve the dishes. When Vito’s youngest son finally arrived to the compound, the information was announced to Vito.
Vito was so much delighted to see his youngest son after so many months which almost seemed like years to him. He stood beside the window, staring at his son who just stepped out of the car.
Pablo noticed his father was staring at him from the sitting room, he looked to the direction of the window, returning the warm smile. He was happy to be back home after seven months of leaving.
As he walked into the building, the maids all stopped what they were doing, bowing their heads at him. Pablo was well respected by everyone in the household. Despite coming from a drug gang background, yet he served in the military field and he has never for once brought shame to his family.
