Chapter 5: CHAPTER 4

Alisha Chuma (POV)

Hillside Garden Estate

Driving through one of the fancy gates that enter the Hillside Garden Estate, the neighborhood where I and my family had been living for five years now, pride filled me.

This area was the most expensive neighborhood in the whole city of Sharare and each mansion, the houses found in this neighborhood, was crazily huge with a lot of space.

The mansions in this area were priced around five million to twenty million Shuewana dollars, my country’s currency.

The whole estate had thirty mansions in total and the one that me and my family were living in was priced at eight million when we bought it.

We weren’t the richest family in the neighborhood, but the fact that we could afford to stay there was already enough to satisfy my vanity.

I wasn’t born rich, but not too poor as well. I was raised by a single mother in a foreign country and grew up without knowing my father, which was something that I didn’t regret at all.

My mother was and is still the best thing that ever happened to me. While living in a foreign land and unable to return to Shuewana due to some personal reasons that I now know of, she still sacrificed all to raise me.

It is not an easy thing to single-handedly raise a child when jobs are scarce and the economy is bad.

Most women, from teenagers to old ones, recently they have been busy dumping their babies as soon as they give birth to them. Because they can’t afford to raise them, they are busy doing all sorts of cruel things that make the hearts of people like me ache.

After giving birth to my child, I wasn’t that lucky to be blessed with a second one and my love for children is that huge. So, watching the news and hearing that several infants had been found dumped in pit latrines alive or dead, truly makes my heart feel that pang.

And though I can’t change much about this since I can’t help everyone, I have been an angel and donating to associations and orphanages that usually take in children like these and offer them a brighter future.

Returning to my expensive neighborhood, my house is a special one, and as I near the road where it is located with only eight mansions on one road. Four on each side, providing a lot of space for activities, parking and all that, the feeling of returning home was overwhelming me.

As I was saying earlier, I was raised by a single mother until the age of thirteen before my mother finally found her soulmate, a very nice and caring man who loved her with his all.

This man became my father and has been ever since. The two had been married for over three decades now and their love is just so sweet that I get envious every single time that I see them.

They make me have all these sorts of crazy thoughts of what it would be like to be with someone whom I really love and just want to spend the rest of my life with without any lingering regrets.

My stepfather isn’t overly rich, but he is the kind that could afford everything that my mother and I wanted. And because of this, I really can’t say that I was born poor, for I was more blessed than others.

However, it had always been my lifelong dream to become very rich and live in a huge house with a lot of servants who would be serving me. I have always wanted to live like a queen that I was born to become and honestly, there is nothing that I can complain about my life right now.

Everything was just perfect, but it could even become more perfect and it was just a matter of time before that happened.

But for now, I will be just taking things as they are.

I am Alisha Chuma, the wife of a proud hotel owner who also happens to own and run a private school. Money is one thing that I have in excess and I am not embarrassed to talk about it.

I live and breathe money and this is something that the majority percentage of people in our country won’t ever experience. Life is unfair, and this has always been like that from the beginning.

One had to be determined, willing, and bold enough to grasp whatever opportunity comes his or her way, otherwise one would die in poverty. And pass this to the following generations making it seem like a curse.

This is something that I rejected from a young age. I was born for greatness; I reminded myself every single day and now look at myself.

It didn’t take long before my Maserati Levante SUV reached the expanse mansion of a house. A screen wall enclosed every mansion in the Garden estate to provide privacy for the tenants.

When my car appeared in the driveway, the huge black gates opened automatically and I just drove right through.

I honked on the horn as I passed by the gate and this was enough greeting for the diligent man who worked as my gate man and had been guarding that gate for almost four years.

Since these people were working for me, it didn’t matter if they were considered lowly or not. They are also human beings and should be treated with respect and like people. They weren’t animals and also had feelings.

So, to live harmoniously with my workers without fearing being poisoned just because I treat the maids unfairly; I have always been good to them the best way that I can without crossing any boundaries.

I drove the car straight to the car shed a distance away from the house, where a young man was already waiting for me.

The house that I live in was huge, so the staff were also many that I employ. And with how sensitive and expensive most of the things like cars that I, my husband and son use, I preferred having my own people at home.

Which is why the young man was currently waiting. To clean and wash the car before taking it into the garage where some of the cars were.

“Welcome home, ma’am,” the young man by the name of Joseph enthusiastically greeted me as soon as I opened the car door.

I flashed a smile at the young man whose face was just on point and to her liking and responded to him, “Thanks Jos.”

The young man blushed shyly as I brushed past him slowly in a teasing manner before I made my way towards the house as if I hadn’t done anything.

“Alisha, get a grip on yourself. Remember that you are not allowed to touch any of the house mice no matter how hungry you are!” I chided myself as I walked further away from the temptation of a man my husband hired to become our personal mechanic at home.

Who couldn’t resist such a fresh piece of meat?

Tall, broad-chested, and his face was just a piece of art. He was one of the most handsome young men I have ever seen and it felt like a blessing every single day that I get to see his face.

Just seeing his face and remembering how he trembled as I brushed past him, I even found myself forgetting that I was just coming from the church.

When your house was filled with such walking temptation, it was very easy to go astray.

But if I were to really ask myself a serious question, “Are you really getting astray or you are already like that?”, that would be a very funny question to answer.

Did it really matter which answer I provided?

As long as I remain true to myself as I have been from day one, then everything else would have to go to hell.

Who didn’t have a few secrets about her or him?

People are all the same and just because I am Madam Elder doesn’t change anything. And walking into the house that I and my husband paid dearly to own, all depressing thoughts I completely threw away.

Is he already there? What are they doing now? I couldn’t help but wonder as I smiled politely at the three maids who had been working for me for some time now.

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