Women Praising Men

Sarah's POV:

My eyes flickered as I tried opening it. I also had a headache, maybe because I cried a lot last night.

My eyes widened in shock when I discovered I was still asleep in Anthony's arm. I raised my head and saw he was still sleeping.

"Father" Josh walked downstairs, and I quickly placed a finger on my lips, signaling that he should keep quiet.

"You both slept here?" He questioned, but I didn't reply. I lifted Anthony's hand slowly and placed it on his chest before walking down the sofa.

"Uhm, I will freshen up," I said with an embarrassed tone. I picked up my phone before hurrying upstairs.

After freshening up, I was about to get dressed when I noticed I had some dirty laundry. So I wore some casual wear before taking the laundry downstairs.

I checked on the chair, and Anthony was not there. Now I felt guilty for abandoning him on the chair.

Then I walked to the kitchen, and as usual, I found the maids making breakfast.

"Good morning, ma'am," they all greeted, and I smiled at them.

"I will take that." Bernadette walked forward and was about to take the basket of dresses I had, but I shoved it away from her.

"I will do it myself; just direct me where."

They all looked at me confused, and this usually meant that I was doing something Elma wouldn't do, but I didn't care. I don't care about what Elma will or will not do.

She had assured me that everyone in the community would be well, but my best friend was dead because of the disease, and her doctors couldn't do anything.

Why do I even continue with this when the safety of everyone in my community can't be assured?

"We don't mind doing it, ma'am," another maid said, and I frowned.

"Just direct me." I was a little pissed, and it could be noticed from my tone.

"Please take her," Bernadette said to a maid who nodded before walking past me, and I followed her.

We went upstairs to the last floor; I don't think I have been here before.

The place was quiet and had just two doors; how could such a long corridor have just two doors?

"This way, ma'am," the maid pushed the first door, and I looked inside. The place was lined with five washing machines, a tap, some buckets, and washing soaps.

"Thanks, I will take it from here," I said, and she nodded before leaving.

Luckily, I knew how to use the washing machine, so I wouldn't have to hit my clothes.

And these clothes were designed by top designers; it will get bad if I hit them.

After placing the clothes in the washing machine, I sat there idle, then I decided to check out this corridor.

So I walked out of the door and walked to the other door. Then I held the door knob and tried opening it, but it was locked.

"Why is this door locked?" I was curious and tried so hard to open it but to no avail.

I finally gave up and returned to my clothes.

Minutes later, I was done. I walked to the bedroom and got dressed before going downstairs, where I found Anthony and the kids having breakfast.

"Elma, come join," Anthony said, and I was surprised by his offer. I glanced at Kim and Josh.

Josh looked excited, but Kim didn't. It's like she was going to lose her appetite if I joined.

But hey, I was now doing things that Elma wouldn't do. "Sure," I smiled and I walked to the table before sitting on the chair next to Anthony.

He leaned closer. "Are you okay now?"

I cleared my throat; it was never my intention to cry in front of him, but his presence was very helpful. He was so kind and still cared for a woman like Elma.

"I am fine," I said before smiling at Kim.

"How are you doing?"

"If I say I am not fine, what will you do?" She questioned me with a sarcastic tone.

"Kim," Anthony called, but she sighed heavily before standing up.

"I suddenly lost my appetite."

"Are you going to attend Kelvin's birthday party tonight?" Josh suddenly asked, and we all turned to Kim, who looked shocked.

"Who is Kelvin?" Asked Anthony.

"He is a bike racer and is..."

"Just shut up," Kim said angrily, and Josh pouted. A bike racer? Is it the guy I saw at the poolside?

"Let him speak," Anthony scolded before he turned towards Josh.

"Who is Kelvin?"

Josh didn't answer; instead, he concentrated on his meal.

"I need to be in school." Kim walked away, and I held my head. This family was filled with drama.

"Me too," Josh said before leaving.

"Remind me why Kim hates me so much."

"Let me think, hmmm... maybe because you never miss the opportunity to call her your biggest mistake," he answered sarcastically.

"And what about you?" I asked.

"I will never call my child a mistake."

"No, I mean, has anyone ever judged you for having a sixteen-year-old daughter? Has anyone ever reminded you that it's a sixteen-year-old woman who gave birth to your daughter?" I have been Elma for less than a week, and two to three people have already reminded me that I gave birth at the age of sixteen.

Anthony didn't say anything; how could he say a thing? It's always the woman who is judged; how about the man who was responsible for the sperm transfer?

"Elma, you know..."

"Women insulting women, women praising men—such a confused generation," I hissed before standing up.

I picked up my purse and walked out of the house before getting into the car.

That's when I received a call from Elma. I didn't want to pick it up, but I knew she would only call if it was something important. So I picked up the call.

"I am back in New York; I have something to deal with back home. So you come to stay at the hotel, and I will continue as me," Elma said, and I frowned. Does it work this way?