The Story Of Esther ( 18+ + + ) – Season 1 Episode 19
When I checked on my phone much later, as I changed into a towel for a needed bath, I was stunned to find 21 missed calls! Fredrick had been calling me all the while; certainly to tell me he was about to take off. Too bad I was busy having s*x with my housegirl! Of course, I called back and he was rightly mad, asking me how I could have totally forgotten entirely that he was returning home that day.
The explanations had to begin and I pleaded for his understanding using our son as an excuse.
I was going to be stupid to tell him I was having s*x with our housegirl, of course! And thankfully he soon mellowed down, going on to tell me that he was in town already and was going to be at home in a few minutes time!
I tried being excited enough as that was the expected thing to do. But as soon as I dropped the call I ran out to the living room and began putting things in order! It seemed like Esther already suspected this because I met her there already trying to clean things up! I mean, my b0s0m milk was everywhere as well as our sweats! And we even had to involve detergent for some areas to become clean!
Anyways, everything looked in perfect place by the time Fredrick would get home. Both myself and Esther were also changed into new clothes after having separate bathes. It was hard for me, but I tried really well to act as though nothing had ever happened between the two of us! Fredrick also didn’t seem to notice anything as he looked very very happy to see me and the baby. He asked about us and how we had been pulling through. I wanted to make her a quick meal but he asked me not to do so yet as he had eaten before taking off. So we spent our time talking about a lot of other things that had happened at their station and why they were temporarily discharged.
All the while, Esther stayed in her room rather mysteriously, and I had to check her up on one of the times I walked past there to pick up something for the baby in our bedroom. However, real pandemonium broke out, when Esther came out to tell us that she wanted to fetch a bucket of water behind the house since none of the taps within the house was running anymore; to which we said okay. But for over an hour and half, she was yet to return!
Of course, real worry set in, and we began calling her from inside the house, to which there was no response! We had to go outside ourselves – me first, before Fredrick – and yet no answer! And as though to make the situation even creepier, we met the bucket she had left the house with, sitting right under the pump at the backyard, but with no water inside it! Had she gone somewhere to buy something?
But what? We both hadn’t sent her on an errand except for the water she was to fetch.
Was she kidnapped? How could she have disappeared just like that? That became our biggest fear as we began asking neighbours if they had seen her; after over 5 hours of sending her to fetch a bucket of water and yet without any signs of her! We had just returned from doing this though, when we heard the door, and on opening up, saw my MUM!
What a surprise! And just like most times, there was no way she could tell us she was coming over! That also wasn’t just the only surprise!
Because, right behind her, was a girl who she later introduced as Ogechi – a housegirl she had just found me, after three months of searching for one!! Of course, I nearly went berserk hearing her say that! So who sent Esther?
“Who’s Esther?” was the reply I got from mum!
I almost passed out!
So for that night and many many nights to come, myself and my family never ever stopped talking about this very girl Esther who had stayed and made herself part of us for quite a long time! They never stopped postulating what she may have come for and who she likely was! Mum even claimed there was no single girl called Esther within our community, making it even more eerie! So who was Esther? Who was the girl that had begun with being too good and useful to be real, before ending with being so ‘sweet’ and ‘s£nsu@l’ to be human! She spent exactly 3 months and some weeks with us, and those days would never stop counting as the best days of my life! We shared her story with friends and extended family, and their suggestions kept looking ever frightening! But who wouldn’t be, after such an experience?!
Anyways, while the Story of Esther has continually stricken fear in me; sending brutal cold shivers down my spine, I still manage a grin or two anytime I remember her. Today, the sight of milk, and of course the smell too, hardly ever fail to get me thinking about our little secret. But then, if I was ever thinking that Esther was just your average young girl, then I must have been so wrong. Because, just about 3 months later, a good friend called and asked if I had directed any housegirl to her house!
When I said no, she then said a girl of about 23 visited her that morning, and had told her I had sent her.
“And what did she say her name was?” I quickly asked.
“Esther. She said her name was Esther.”
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