Writers’ Journal #196 – Fried Potato – 80

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As the professor expected, Malee aced the last exam with ease and then to the university, along with the rest of the classmates at the top of her class. The entry to the university was never in doubt, but nobody expected her to do better than most of her classmates. It was a joyous event for her and Mary as John did well for his examination and was accepted into the well-known institute for the landscaping. Georgia wrote a letter of congratulation to both of them, but George was remembered for his absence of news from him. Mary told them on further questioning that George had been in isolation from what was happening there to ensure that he was not distracted from his tasks.

Years had passed by as Malee had grown into a woman that she was meant to be and it was the final year of the university. She had also taken more responsibilities in the house and had organized several parties for the mistress with her friends. John had graduated from the institute and earned a respectable position in the city council responsible for the environment and the parks. Georgia and George remained oversea with running their father’s business around the world.

The news was that the master would be handing over the business to the twins in a few years and running for political office as most rich men do. The key to his success as a politician was George. Oversea educated, exclusive to all but highest levels and most of all, inheritor of the special blood from his mother. It is said that even the King himself was his godfather and had a keen interest in him. There was no news yet as of when they would be returning back home, but since the master would be retiring from business in 3 years, it was safe to assume that the family would be reunited after that.

But for Malee, the university and the graduation were taking the most of her attention with the chance to get the honors. There had been attempts to poach her from several high-profile companies but retracted immediately after hearing which house she was from. No one would dare to snatch away the servants from the family, such was the reputation that George and Georgia grown up in. It was a little wonder that Georgia decided to send her brother out into the world to force him to grow up.

Summer came once again and Malee was drying the clothes she had been wearing across the exam period. She would know her grades soon and then the graduation itself. It had been nearly 8 years since George had disappeared into the night with Georgia and the memories of the parties with the princesses were only the dreams like her life in the slums. Then she heard the gate opened and a black car came into the garden. Malee wondered who it was for she had not heard of any guests coming over or any events from the mistress. She looked on with curiosity, for the guards were given strict instruction not to let anyone in without approval from the master or the mistress via Mary and Malee.

The car stopped outside the door with no one coming out of it. Feeling more curious, Malee walked over to the car and stood outside the door.

“Are you going to open the door?” ask a familiar voice from the car. Malee instinctively opened the door, and a young lady got out of the car. It was Georgia in her usual wear of revealing clothes with the sunglass on her head.

“Good morning, Georgia. I meant young mistress.” stuttered Malee in shock. There had been no news of her coming back to the servants and Malee wasn’t sure if she was still the same girl she massaged on the beach years ago. She lowered her head to look inside the car for another person in the passenger seat.

“George is not here.” said Georgia as she walked into the house. Malee was still the simplistic girl she was when Malee first met her. Perhaps the standard of education wasn’t that good in the university. Georgia stood outside her door. It looked much smaller than she remembered from her childhood and wondered if anything else in the room had also shrunk with time. Malee opened the car boot room to take a suitcase and carried it up the stairs.

Her mistress was back.

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