~ISRA~
“Why is dinner not served yet? What have you been doing, do I have to come back from work and meet an empty table!” Dad yelled from the living room, I was in the kitchen assisting the maids in charge of cooking dinner.
I was in haste to make sure everything was in place so I didn’t get locked in the storage room, my face, down to my neck had been dampened by perspiration.
I wiped my forehead, and I could feel my temperature rising.
“Are you okay, Miss Isra? You look as if you’re about to pass out.” The chef in the kitchen asked and held my hand to stop me from taking the plate and spoon to serve in the dining.
I gently removed her grip from my hand and went about to go on with my duties.
“Isra! Where is the dinner?” Dad shouted. I hurried with the plate to the dining.
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