[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

"Ma'am sorry," Wanda said in between sobs, "Sir... Yesterday... He......"

Oh fuck! Here we go, I tensed up. The shit is about to hit the fan. This is worse that assumed sex. Wanda is going to turn around and say I raped her. For sure this is going to happen. I am going to jail. The shit got real. This is really the end of Serfly.

I began to feel light-headed. This was going to be bad. I think I read somewhere that a woman had brought her maid to the police as the maid alleged that her husband had raped her and that the man was only acquitted because of evidence in the maid's phone. I wonder if there was such evidence to help me? My mind began to swirl - there must be some evidence to show that we were lovers and there was no 'rape' involved. What about the gifts I showered on her? The new phone? She could claim that I gave them willingly but she did accept them, didn't she? Did she also have videos in her phone of her sucking my cock? Would that be evidence enough that she did it willingly?

What was I thinking? I don't want Wanda to end up in jail! If all else fails, I would just admit to adultery and divorce my wife. Isn't there a saying that 'a wife should never refuse herself to her husband even if it is on the saddle of a camel'? I could say that she repeatedly refused to have sex with me (even before she became ill); that could be another way out, right?

I am over-thinking myself again. We just have to wait and see what Wanda has to say.

"What happened? What Sir do?" my wife sounded irritated.

Wanda pointed to the bed sheet in the corner. So that was why I felt the room looked different. The room wasn't ransacked. It was stripped of all the bed linen, leaving it bare.

The heap of cloth emitted a foul smell. My wife went forward, as if to gather more information of my infidelity from the sheets but as she pulled one from the lot, she saw some stained with a mixture of vomit and goo.

"Aiya! What is this?" my wife thundered.

"Sir, he," Wanda gestured that I threw up in bed.

As if I were 'on cue', I began to choke and I surged forward, pushing my way to the toilet bowl to throw up. With my hands at the sides of the toilet bowl and my face downwards, I pricked my ears to hear what the women were discussing.

Wanda said that I was sick; this was inline with I told them just now. Apparently, she gave me some traditional medication from Indonesia that should have made me feel better but instead it made me throw up. The mess that I made was when I threw up in my sleep.

"Did my husband take any Panadol?" my wife asked.

Wanda nodded.

"You silly girl! You cannot mix western medication with traditional herbs! This will make the patient vomit and maybe become even more sick." my wife chided Wanda.

"Yes, yes. My friend also tell me just now so I scared." Wanda replied frantically, "please Ma'am I scared. Please Sir no die."

Wanda painted a picture that I was so sick that when she called me, I just ignored her and walked away. Seeing that I have left the room, she took all the bed sheets to wash but fearing it would make a mess so she thought it best to rinse them in the master bedroom toilet first.

She apologized for giving medication without first seeking her approval. She admitted she made a mess but she pleaded with my wife not to send her back. Wanda said she needed this job. She needed the money; she cannot afford to be sent home.

My wife softened her stance. She just told Wanda to stop crying and go wash up.

"So old already, still don't know how to take care of yourself." my wife commented at me.

"Adek! Next time when you grow up, please don't be like your father," my wife told my son, "so old already still puke in his own bed. Lucky I am not sleeping in that thing anymore." with that she ushered my son out of the room.

I got up. Bad aftertaste in my mouth. The vomit and panic attack were real.

"You can stop acting now," Nadia said, "they all left already."

I gave her a puzzled look but she returned me a mocking smile and blew me a kiss and then she too left me alone, wondering what to make out of all these?