chapter=8 Excuse me Sir, Am only a maid(edited)

Even though it may seem like a dark road, keep moving forward and trust in Allah because HE is the greatest planner.

Our worries vanish as soon as we acknowledge that Allah's will is the source of everything.

Zainab:

Despite asking him a straightforward question, I felt so uncomfortable and out of place that I made a mistake because it took him so long to respond.

My eyes were halfway to his face when I looked up and realized I did not recognize him. I quickly looked down. I cleaned everything since he refused to respond to my question, even though I knew it was really wrong of me and he was staring back at me. All right, I will not bother! I just finished my work the same way I had before he arrived, so I let them wait.

My first thought was to ask him again after I had finished cleaning.

I looked down and said, "I asked you a question," but there was still silence, as if I were speaking to the four walls. Damn him and his silence.

I was relieved that the person at the door had moved us out of the awkward situation when there was a gentle knock. I was getting uneasy. I had never talked to a guy by myself before.

I quickly picked up my belongings after someone cleared his throat because I still had a lot of work to do.

"Where the heck were you? He sounded irritated that I took so long to call him, saying, "We just told you to call him and it took you that long."

Oh no! He caught me with his son! What on earth will I tell him? that I was unaware of Zahid's identity?

"I am so sorry," I turned to see who it was and apologized, but before I could do so, the room erupted in laughter. I sighed with relief when I turned around and saw that the man was laughing and holding his stomach. It was Uncle Chef.

They tricked me with these two, ahhh, but thank God I was saved again.

He gave uncle Raza (the chef) a high five and said, "Although your face was covered, your reaction was worth watching," at which point they both burst out laughing. I turned my head away and grinned, thinking these people were insane for even mimicking my evil uncle and aunt's voice.

"By the way, uncle Raza (chef), have you seen Zahid? She came to call him as he was called downstairs," said the guy whose son spoke in a teasing tone, and I knew something was up on their sleeves. Were they making fun of me again?

I pleaded with Uncle Chef to tell me where Zahid was! in order for me to go downstairs and finish my work in Rehmat's room. I will definitely get a great night's sleep today after working a lot, as I always do when I am really tired.

They both erupted into laughter, sensing that I was being quiet. Since the chef was standing by him today, I will have to find out for myself.

I should have allowed my uncle to tell me these people's names that day; I will now pay the price.Zainab...

"Hurry up, your mother is waiting," the uncle said to the evil aunt's son, who replied that he would be downstairs. I shrugged my shoulders, and just as I was about to leave after Uncle the Guy ointed his bed, which I had forgotten to set while I was setting, I heard his smooth voice.

"By the way, my name is Zahid," he said in response to my earlier question, and my eyes widened. Oh no!! Alhamdulillah, I do not care what he thinks; I believe he is kind and unique, even though I just embarrassed myself in front of him and he must have thought I was stupid.

Given that they are all members of the same family, it is too soon to pass judgment.

Thus, Zahid is the name of their son. We share the same initials, Zahid? Whoa! Z..ya Allah Zainab what's wrong with you? Put an end to your absurd, crazy, and forbidden thoughts.

"I believe in you," he said, but everyone else did not share his confidence. He abruptly left, but not before leaving the room open, leaving me inside. What if someone happens to see me in his room? I was somewhat relieved that someone had put their trust in me here; perhaps he is different; perhaps we should wait and see.

It is time for me to head out. Upon finishing, I proceeded to Rehmat's room, but it was closed; perhaps she was having breakfast. Considering the size of this mansion, I decided to clean another room.

I did all the cleaning. When I heard very familiar voices arguing and then I heard about me—they never called me by name—but since other maids were on leave and would be returning tomorrow, it was just me and I just stood there behind the curtain when I was finished. I went to Uncle Chef and considered telling him that I would be in my room.

"Where is the maid?" the evil aunt inquired. Could not she say my name like it would burn her tongue?

"She is cleaning my room," Zahid said to his mother, but she did not stop there.

Her voice a little higher, doubting me, "You just left a newly maid who has been here three weeks all alone with all your stuff...ahhhh."

His father, as always, encouraged his wife, saying, "Do not trust anyone so easily." puppet of a wicked aunt rather than a man offering guidance to others.

"Yes, sir! Nobody can be trusted "An additional person had to stick her nose in like a daughter does.

"Why do you guys think it is such a big deal? Was it really necessary to point out that she was not even familiar with my name? "She is just fat, ugly, and wearing big spec maid like any other maid in this house f she takes something we will know we have CCTV cameras," Zahid concluded. Despite my tears welling up, I wiped them away. Face them with strength, Zainab.

I closed my mouth to stop myself from speaking further. Was it because he was always friendly with me that his words hurt so much? I simply believed he was unique, but he ended up being the same. It is true that you should never expect anything from someone, and just when I was ready to believe otherwise, he dispelled my doubts. From now on, I can only assume he is like them.

Anything he said, no matter how nice it sounds in private, will hit you hard in public. All of those words were lies.
Even though I knew Allah was watching, they were still doubting and criticizing me, so they felt the need for the damn CCTV.

I wiped a lone tear from my eyes, crying, but I could not stop myself—these people were not meant to be loved. I am going to avoid everyone, even you, Zahid. You treated me so poorly, and I will never forget where I was born. I promise to show you both mine and your place. Two complete opposites, that is us.

Despite what I had heard about me, I made an effort to be brave and grinned. It was difficult, but not impossible.

I even started wearing niqab, which is covering half of the face with a scarf, insha'Allah. Only my eyes were visible due to my partial face covering.

After breakfast, I went to the kitchen because everyone else was in their rooms. However, Chef Raza stopped me from returning to my room because he sensed a problem.

He insisted that I tell him because, ever since I arrived, he had helped and supported me. I trust him; sometimes we need someone with whom to share our emotions rather than keeping them hidden.

"Maybe he just said to shut them up, dear, he is a good guy," uncle chef was supporting him, defending him, and I once thought he was different, but what happened was that he judged me in front of everyone.

"I do not want to expect anything in return for being hurt," I said in a tired voice after cleaning all morning. My hands ached already, and I still had to clean in the evening. I am relieved that uncle did not press me on this issue further.

"It is okay, I will get your breakfast in a few minutes. Go relax, you must be tired," he smiled, and I simply nodded.

I raced to the kitchen door, but I ran into someone at the threshold.

Do not be him, please!please don't be him..., "Does anything go my way even though I kept saying the same thing?

I moved away Like his touch had burned my skin right away. Ya serves him right; let him believe that I recognized him based on the fact that he instructed the uncle to give him warm water and that I was now familiar with his voice.

He blocked my path by moving to the right, and I moved to the right because I did not want to talk to him. Damnit, why was he acting in such a rude manner? The more I pushed him, the more he appeared everywhere. His words had wounded me, and now he was in the way.

"Say my name, and I will move," he said, blocking the door with his hands, and I knew uncle chef was listening because he recognized and understood me. He will know why I am doing this.

"Excuse me, Sir, I need to go; I am a maid, and I need to be back by evening," I told him, which distracted him.

Without waiting for his response, I hurried to get farther away from him. Since he had put up his hands to block my path, I managed to get away from him by bending down, but when I got to the outside door, I turned around to see that he had banged his hand against the door with his hands clenched and his fists tight. His back was to me.

"What made him so angry?"

Let's see what will he do. I knew why I said that and went against his orders.

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