It was a bright Monday morning. Olima woke up in her bedroom at 5:30 a.m., wearing a light blue nightgown. She rushed out to tidy up the house, aware that it was the first day of school and her younger stepsister, Mia Adams, was returning to college.
Olima swept the entire mansion clean, starting from the top floor and working her way down to the first-floor living room. She swept and mopped until everything was spotless, then headed outside to sweep the entire compound.
After finishing her work and ensuring the mansion was neat, she returned to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her stepsister. She knew her stepmother and stepsister would soon wake up.
Mrs. Gina Adams, a 39-year-old woman, woke up in her bedroom upstairs, the first room given to her when she initially married Mr. Leo Adams.
She yawned and stretched as she sat up carefully on the bed, looking around her bedroom and feeling like the madam of the house again.
"Hmm... How time flies," she said as she dropped her legs from the bed and stood up.
Mrs. Gina was wearing a long white nightgown. She slipped on the slippers beside the bed, knowing it was school resumption day and her 14-year-old daughter, Mia Adams, was going back to college.
The clock in her room showed 7 a.m. She went downstairs to inspect the house and see if Olima had finished sweeping and mopping the entire mansion to ensure it looked clean.
Mrs. Gina stepped into the living room and looked around. Seeing that Olima had cleaned everywhere, a satisfactory smile curved on her face as she considered punishing Olima as well.
She walked to the dining table to sit and wait for her daughter to come for breakfast before the school bus arrived.
Just then, Olima stepped out of the kitchen and saw her stepmother in the dining room.
She came out to check if Mia was ready for breakfast. Seeing her stepmother, Olima quickly greeted, "Good morning, Mother."
Mrs. Gina swiftly turned to Olima, her blood boiling at hearing Olima call her "Mother."
She rushed toward Olima and landed a resounding slap on her left cheek.
[SLAP!]
"How many times have I warned you never to call me mother again in this house? Do I resemble your late mother?" Mrs. Gina demanded angrily, glaring at Olima.
"No, Mother... I mean, Ma," Olima replied, sobbing. Mrs. Gina glared at her, releasing Olima's shoulder she had tightly gripped. She questioned Olima again, "Have you prepared my daughter's breakfast? Or do you want Mia to be late for school today?"
"No, ma, I have prepared Mia's breakfast," Olima replied shakily, and Mrs. Gina's eyes narrowed before she moved away from Olima, sniffing her palms, which had held Olima.
Mrs. Gina hated Olima's scent, which reminded her of late Mrs. Zoe's apple-like fragrance.
She went to the kitchen to wash her hands clean of Olima's fruity scent, feeling irritated by the reminder of late Mrs. Zoe.
Olima resembled her late mother, which Mrs. Gina despised.
Mia, who had been standing at the balcony upstairs, saw her mother grip Olima's shoulders and deliver the slap. The sound echoed in the living room and shocked Mia as she descended the stairs.
Mia knew her mother disliked Olima, remembering how Olima had enjoyed the luxury of their late parents' wealth and how her late father adored Olima and late Mrs. Zoe while neglecting her own mother.
Mia was dressed in a blue school uniform with white stockings and black shoes, carrying her black school bag on her shoulder.
She carefully descended the stairs, aware that her school bus would soon arrive.
Not inclined to apologize to Olima, Mia looked away and sat at the dining room table to have breakfast.
Mia was a dark-skinned 14-year-old while Olima was 17.
Mia resembled their late father a lot, and her mother had explained how Olima's mother had begged her to marry Mr. Leo Adams.
Mia had witnessed how her late father treated her mother, feeling unhappy with her mother's inferior treatment compared to Olima and her late mother, who were cherished.
Settling into her dining chair, Mia placed her school bag on the chair beside her. Her mother emerged from the kitchen and glared at Olima.
Tears welled up in Olima's brown eyes as Mrs. Gina yelled, "What are you standing there doing? Haven't you prepared Mia's breakfast yet? Get lost in the kitchen and dish it out now before I break your head!"
Olima quickly ran to the kitchen to serve Mia's breakfast, not wanting her stepmother to flog her. She sobbed, dishing out the delicious noodles and fried eggs onto a red flat plate. She placed it on a white tray, and stepped out of the kitchen to serve it on the dining table in front of Mia.
Mrs. Gina knew she had to live with the gruesome sins of killing her best friend and their late husband out of jealousy, as Olima resembled her late mother while Mia looked like late Mr. Leo Adams too.
Mrs. Gina grimaced as she remembered when Mr. Leo was still alive; he usually fed Mrs. Zoe in front of her and pampered Mrs. Zoe in the dining chair across from her whenever they had their breakfasts and dinners in the dining room before she was sent to live outside the mansion.
She wished she had peacefully signed the divorce papers and left when Mr. Leo had offered her a divorce after their first quarrel. But she stubbornly refused to leave, as she loved Mr. Leo so much and wanted him as her husband too.
Now, she had killed the truck driver to hide her secret for life, as they were living in the Emerson Estate, where the billionaire families lived. And she was not ready to go to jail yet.
Mrs. Gina sighed heavily, and Mia asked her, "Mom, what's the problem?"
Mrs. Gina replied, "Nothing, Mia, I am fine. What's Olima still doing in that kitchen? Does she want me to storm in there and break her head?"
Olima quickly stepped out of the kitchen and walked to the dining table to serve Mia's breakfast while Mia adjusted her seat closer to the table. Olima stood aside, wondering if she could speak to her stepmother about the need for her to resume her tutorial classes, as she really wanted to further her education and become a nurse.
Olima stood beside the dining table, and Mrs. Gina glared at her, asking, "What are you standing there doing again? I thought I asked you to leave?"
Olima shuddered in fear and moved backward a little, while Mia continued eating the delicious noodles and eggs on the table. She knew she didn’t know how to cook, and Olima had been forced to learn how to cook by her mother.
Olima stopped beside the kitchen door and decided to try her luck, pleading with her stepmother about the need for her to resume her tutorial classes.
She spoke, "Ma, it's about my university entrance examination form that I have talked to you about?"
Mrs. Gina stood up harshly from the dining chair and pushed it back as she stepped out and said, "And I told you that you’re not going to any stupid university, Olima! How did you graduate as the best in your class and pass your examinations when you cannot understand simple English at home? Just get out of my sight now, before I give you another slap!" Mrs. Gina warned, and Olima quickly ran away toward the kitchen door and stopped.