More Than A Maid

Bella’s POV

“Mom” I muttered her name.

“Actually we are here to see Mr and Mrs Benson” The man beside my mom spoke.

“You are to see my husband and I not Bella?” Mrs Benson asked.

“Yeah” instead of my mom, the man responded.

“Who are you please?” Mr Benson asked.

The man brought out his ID card and showed it to their faces.

“A retired police officer. My fellow police offers will take over from wherever I have stopped.” He said, they didn’t understand him though.

“Why are you here?”

“Ahem! ” My mom spoke.

“I’m sorry Mr and Mrs Benson, i’m not tryna disrespect you but…” She paused. ” I really have to do this. I was the one who brought in the cop” My mom told them.

“What? Why??”

“Cop?”

The Bensons exclaimed. Why do I feel like they all seemed suspicious now? God!

“Please I’m not asking for anything much but total cooperate okay?” The police offer resumed.

Mrs Benson looked at me suspiciously.

“Wait! Does this have to do with your daughter, Bella? She went home to you just yesterday and then today, here you are with a police in my house! Did she lie to you about something I didn’t do. I mean are you tryna array us without just like that?” Mrs Benson flinched.

“No! No! Not all of what you have said” The coo told her. Mrs Benson wanted to speak again but he cut her off by shushing her.

Then he faced my mom and said; “Go ahead!”

“Mr and Mr Benson, you once worked at Hittz company didn’t you?” My mom asked them.

“That’s right. We literally started from there. ” Mr Benson responded.

“We are now at somewhere different and better. Just incase you are here to make enquires about that company, just go right there Mrs Davies” Mrs Benson said and she smiled.

“No. You must have met my husband then” My Mom further more spoke.

“Nah!” Mrs Benson blurted. “This is a set up! I do not know your husband” She raised her voice.

“What’s going on here?” Peter whispered to me. He was still standing beside me “Any of this doesn’t have to do with you right?” He asked.

“No” I mumbled, shaking my head.

“Honey, please be calm. Let them speak. We are all ears. Please go straight to the point” Mr Benson said.

“No dear. She just asked me if I knew her husband like I was cheating on you somehow” Peter’s Mom wouldn’t just keep quiet and listen!

“She didn’t say you are a cheat! Now listen!”

“Her husband is late, He died some months ago!” The cops said.

“Oh!” Mrs Benson sighed in relief then suddenly exclaimed: “Oh My God! What? Geez, I’m so sorry” She sympathize.

“I’m very sorry about that Mrs Benson. May his soul rest in perfect peace Please may I know why you are telling us this” Mr Benson asked.

,”Because… I figured out he worked with you both at Hittz company” My mom resumed.

“Oh!” They both exclaimed at the same time.

“I’m not sure we know him” Mrs Benson answered.

“I don’t think so”

“Actually while he was alive, she doesn’t know where he worked because he has always been secretive. Her husband died in a hit and run accident”

“Sorry. I’m so sorry about that. How may we help you Mrs Daves?” Mrs Benson asked.

I think I’m just witnessing the sweet part of her.

“Mr Daves” My mom mentioned my Dad’s name.

I watched Peter’s parents closely and I noticed they were shocked when the name was mentioned.

“Mr Daves, that’s my husband’s name” My mom told them.

“Does that name ring a bell?” The police offer asked them.

They were silent for a while, I also observed that Mr and Mrs Benson exchanged glances.

“Yeah the name rings a bell” Mr Benson finally responded.

“My husband!” My mom said.

“Mrs Daves, we do not know your husband, Mr Daves. The only Mr Daves we know is… Huh..” She paused.

“Did you say your husband name is Mr Daves?”

“Yeah” My mom nodded.

“He is late and he worked at Hittz Company while he was alive?””

“Exactly!”

“Wait! Did you say he died in a hit and run accident?” Mr Benson asked.

“Yes! Yes”NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

I noticed that the police was taking note of every of their moves and facial expression.

“Err … uhn, do you have a picture of the Mr Daves you are talking about? I… uhm… I just wanna be sure that whom you are talking about is the same person we know..” Mrs Benson began to stammer.

Oh God, please no!

I hope it isn’t what I think it is.

“Yeah. I bought his picture, like I knew you’ld ask for it” My mom reached for her bag and brought out a picture. Since she was standing opposite us, she faced it towards us.

It was our family picture and I was in the middle of my mom and late Dad.

Mrs Benson walked towards my mom and collected the picture from her for clearer view.

“Oh My God” She exclaimed again but with her hand on her mouth.

“Let me see” Mr Maya got the picture from her. He hut his eyes and took a deep breathe in, he let them all out and said..”Yes, he is the one”

“Oh My God Bella, I didn’t know he was your father. I should have know since you both bear the same last name but I never thought of it. I’m sorry” Mrs Benson said to me.

I don’t really know why she was apologising, and it was awkward. I looked at Peter, he gestured at me that he still doesn’t understand what’s going on. We both kept mute while we watched the elders talk.

“Yes, we know him. He worked with us. Your husband is a great man Mrs Daves. He was among our cycle of colleagues and friends” Mrs Benson said.

“We are sorry, we are aware of his death but we weren’t opportuned to figure out who his family was. So we couldn’t extend our sympathy to you. We are sorry”

“Did you say you both were friends with her husband?” The cop resumed the interrogation.

“Yeah, we used to be best friends. I mean best colleagues too. We are actually Trios” Mrs Benson explained briefly.

“Trios? Do you mean you, your husband and him?” The man asked.

“Nah! My husband and I as one. And another couple as one too.. plus Mr Daves, three” Mrs Benson answered him.

“The other couple you are talking about, By chance, is it The Withney?” My mom asked.

They stared at her in a way that meant. How did you know that?

“Yeah. Mr and Mrs Withney” Peter’s Mom responded.

“Hmmn. Why are you interrogating us, as if there’s more to knowing Mr Daves” Mr Benson asked them.

“There’s actually more” The cop answered.

“Which is that?” He asked curiously.

“Mr Daves didn’t have a normal accident. He was murdered. Someone must have hired the driver to kill him. Then he simply hit Me Daves and drove away” The cop told them.

“What?” Peter and his parents opened their mouth in awe.

“And our prime suspect now is Mr and Mrs Benson and Mr and Mrs Withney” The cop announced.

“What??” They exclaimed.

“I’m sorry Peter” I murmured to him then moved away from him.

This moment, I don’t think we can be together.

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To Be Continued