CHAPTER NINETEEN : INTO THE ROSE GARDEN.

                                    

                                          

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Roohina descended the stairs, freshly dressed in a luxurious lace outfit expertly tailored into a borno-style gown. The intricate design hugged her form gracefully, exuding elegance. She completed her look with matching jewelry and a complementary cap, the ensemble highlighting her refined taste. In her right hand, she held a beautifully crafted incense burner, and in her left, her phone.
After carefully placing the incense burner on a side table, she sauntered into the kitchen to ensure everything was in order. Roohina had already prepared lunch earlier before taking her bath, but her meticulous nature demanded she cross-check everything. As usual, the kitchen brimmed with various dishes sent by her in-laws, showcasing their generosity and wealth. Nevertheless, she had insisted on preparing her signature party jollof rice for her guests. Alongside that, she whipped up some creamy caramel desserts and filled two jugs with fresh strawberry juice.
Just as she was taking a moment to appreciate her efforts, her phone buzzed with a call. Glancing at the screen, she saw the caller ID: Ummie. She immediately picked up and greeted warmly, "As-salamu alaykum, Ummie."
"Wa-alaykumu as-salam," came the kind response. "I’ve sent the chief maid along with the maids she interviewed for you. Your villa already had staff, but Ashmaan dismissed them all, saying he didn’t need them. Now that you’re here, I’m sure you’ll require some assistance."
Roohina smiled and replied, "Oh, thank you, Ummie. That’s very thoughtful."
"Never mind, dear," Ummie assured her. "They should be there any moment now." With that, the call ended.
Moments later, the doorbell chimed. Roohina made her way to the door, unlocking it to reveal a poised, dark-skinned woman standing at the threshold. The woman, clad in a neat uniform—a straight brown skirt paired with a white, ankle-length shirt and an elbow-length hijab—greeted her with an air of professionalism.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the woman began in a calm and respectful tone. "My name is Lami. I am the chief maid of the Makhtoum family. Welcome to the family, madam. I’ve brought the maids who will assist you. Don’t worry; I’ve personally interviewed them all, and you can trust their competence. With your permission, may I introduce them and their duties to you?"
Roohina, impressed by her demeanor, replied warmly, "Good afternoon to you too, Lami. Yes, you may introduce them. Please, come in."
Lami stepped inside, but despite Roohina’s insistence that she take a seat, the chief maid remained standing, embodying her dedication and professionalism. Roohina decided to let it go, her respect for the woman increasing. Lami then called out loudly, "You can come in now," and the maids began to file in.
Roohina was taken aback by the sheer number of them—twenty in total, each dressed in uniforms similar to Lami's but in a black-and-white color scheme. One by one, they introduced themselves, stating their names and roles.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. My name is Hooriya, and I am your chef," a young woman in her early twenties said meekly.
"I’m Amina, your room cleaner," another introduced herself confidently.
"I am Baheerah, your personal organizer and assistant," said a woman around Roohina’s age, her tone professional yet friendly.
The introductions continued until all ten primary staff members and the remaining ten standby maids had presented themselves. Roohina listened attentively, nodding at each introduction. By the end, she was thoroughly impressed by their professionalism and the Makhtoum family's attention to detail.