By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
‘Yes ma’am.’
The girl glanced at her watch. ‘In half an hour, I should be leaving for the airport. My elder brother is arriving from the US. Better don’t waste my time else I’ll blow you up.’
‘Are you a bomb genius?’ Chioma muttered, thinking that the girl didn’t hear her. But she heard what Chioma said, and even gave Chioma a frown.
Chioma didn’t know what to say to the girl. She didn’t want any trouble, especially not on her first day at work. She had read from a book that customers are always right. It seemed she was going to tolerate the customers since it was the right thing to do. Besides, most of the customers are frequent diners that she knew.
‘Hope the fried rice will be delicious?’ the girl asked, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl.
‘Yes ma’am. My friend is on it.’
‘On it?’ the girl scoffed. ‘Is she sitting on it?’ she said in a huff, then handed the apple to Chioma. ‘Peel it for me.’
Chioma obediently took the apple from the girl. Picking up a knife, she began to carefully peel the apple.
‘Hope the eggs are from the hens raised with natural feed? The girl glanced at Chioma and asked. ‘I want to have delicious eggs.’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ Chioma replied, trying her best to please the girl.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Chioma Chima,’ with her head lowered, Chioma peeled the apple and answered.
‘Do you have a boyfriend?’
‘No, ma’am.’
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