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I rolled over until I made myself comfortable then pulled the comforter closer to my chest. That's when I realized something was off. I was outside how did I get inside. I rubbed my eyes while looking around trying to figure out. "Where am I ?" I walked out the bed. "Did I wake up in the after life. Is this paradise?I expected more come on!. Something more beautiful not a single man's room. I can't believe after life is so normal." I look at the couch then the window that still had the curtains on. I walked towards the window and reached out my hands to remove the curtains. Then I heard someone clear his throat. I turned around to check who shares a room with me in the afterlife. He was dressed in white. He wore a white jean trouser and a white shirt with the two buttons undone. He looked at me with so much care. His brows creased. I took a step back "are you dead too?I don't get it am I alive ?wait I didn't die? Is it a dream again? Am I dreaming of you now. Then it's better to grasp the moment. I stopped moving backwards as he moved towards me. I stood still looking at him. It felt like forever until he was next to me. "How are you feeling now?" His voice low and calm. He eyes kept moving a round it's like he didn't want to look directly at me. He turned around slowly like he was distabed by presence. That's when struck me that this isn't a dream it's reality but how is it possible. How did I end up here?  What happened yesterday when I past out? He moved away from me with his back towards me. "I think you should cover up"his voice still calm. I looked at myself and realised I had nothing on apart from my inputs. Damn I jumped to the bed and wrapped the comforter all over my body and hid my face in the pillow . I could feel it . My face burning. "I will go out so that you can dress up. Your unform is in the walk in closet. Change and tell me when you are done I'll be out near by." He said. But I didn't understand but I'd there is a walk in closet then there is no need for him to walk out. "you don't have to live, just turn around" I mumbled under the comforter. He seemed to have heard me. "I've turned around" I peeked to check if he really did. After confirming, I got out of the comforter and started to run towards the bathroom. I totally forgot I was injured. I felt a sharp Bain on my heap joint that sent me crying out on the ground. The next moment he was next to me. Not caring that I was barely dressed. His hands wrapped around me naturally and he lifted me in his arms and placed me back on the bed and covered me without a word. Then went into the walk in closet and brought out  a dress. It was light and soft and mostly descent he put it over me and let it fall over me. I didn't understand what was happening. He did everything so naturally like he is used to it. Then the care in his eyes. "Where did you get this night gown?" I was surprised by the question the popped out of my lips. He kept quiet as if contemplating what to say and not to."it's my wife's". Oh it's for his wife. Wait he just said wife. He is married. but why is it no one talks about her. "Where is she? Am on your matrimonial bed ! Hell aren't you afraid your wife will misunderstand ?".  He touched the tip his nose and small smile hung there on his lips. I felt jealousy over power me. Why can't it be me? See how happy he looks just by the mention of her. I light sigh escaped my lips and it didn't go unnoticed. "She and I were the bestfriends , lovers, soulmates and each other's weakness. " He said. Fuck am dieing of jealousy and he Is still blabbering about his wife. "Where is she then ? Did she ... Am sorry I shouldn't dive into your private life. You are my boss. Pardon me for crossing the line." He looked at me like he couldn't believe what I was saying. "How about we be friends?"he said. Did I get that right ? That was my first thought. I stupidly smiled like a fool full of excitement. He smiled back at me. "But why ? Don't you think a servant can never be friends with his master?". He adjusted his sitting his sitting posture."I haven't told anyone about what I had with my wife. I think I trust you already. Besides,servants don't sleep in the bedroom of their masters room and you did". And it struck me I was in the boss's private room. He let me wear his wife's night gown which he probably once pulled off her. Damn me for those stupid thoughts. "I..I.." I found myself strummering trying to figure out what to say. He smiled again and I got lost. Damn when I say lost I mean it really. I felt his fingers on my lips and there I fell back to earth."Don't droll on my comforter, I know am handsome."  Is he flirting with me or am I going crazy. "I think I should shower and change and go back to the maids quators Eldest master". His face snapped towards me. "Raymond for you. Never call me master. Are we clear!" There was anger in his voice. He seemed so pissed off. I don't get it he is treating me not so like a boss should something is off about this place about him as well. He walked out of the room. I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. After a refreshing shower,I changed into the the uniform and placed the laundry basket.Then I left the room after making sure everything in order. I took a last glance at it and inhaled his scent. I shut the door and took steady steps away from the room.But then a painting on the wall caught my attention it looked so unique from far. I walked closer to it. It was Master Raymond and his siblings in order. He was the eldest followed by his sister Rowena.then the rest. Ofcourse I wouldn't forget the last born Richard. I wonder how their mother was able to withstand seven sons. I hadn't met Rowena yet so I didn't know what she was like. There was another portrait next to the family portrait it was Raymond's at a young age sorrounded by his three other siblings. I guess that was before the rest were born. The biggest portrait was of his parents. But something isn't right again why is no portrait of him and his wife. It's supposed to be a wall of family portraits. I don't get it . There is no picture of her in this house and it like they got rid of everything that led to her. I wonder what really happened. Did she die of cancer or run off with another man like the ladies in soap operas who meet hotter hunks . Damn who could beat Master Raymond with the wealth he has. In the portrait he held no expression as usual but in this single morning,I've seen more to him than the rest. The loneliness in him. He missed her his wife. I hate to admit it but he loved her. Deep with in I was hoping that those beautiful eyes would look at me with love.

Life is bitter really I wish to bring light in him. To see him smile for more than a second.