The Terrifying 15 minutes

Moonlit musings of ~

Disclaimer: The events mentioned in the story are 100% real.

  

Photo by Andy Henderson on Unsplash

 

    It was around 4.45 pm on a weekday. The weather was neither gloomy nor sunny, rather comfortable. I noticed the time and was alarmed remembering that my mom would be back from work by 5.00 pm and I still had a list of chores to complete. I decided to complete all my chores before she came. So I jumped out of bed, plugged my work laptop into the power supply, and stormed out of my room. 

    I barged into the kitchen and started by washing the vessels piled up after lunch. On second thought I decided to welcome her with a cup of tea. I poured some milk, lit up the stove, reduced the flame level for the milk to boil, and continued with the dishwashing.

    "Pshhhhhhhh.....", I heard a loud hissing sound from the direction of the stove. Everything happened so fast before I could react, in a fraction of a second. I clearly remembered that I reduced the flame level. But the milk boiled and overflowed the vessel, staining the stove that my mom perfectly cleaned just the day before. My mind started visualizing the aftereffects and started to tremble in fear. I immediately started to clean up the place with a cloth nearby. Well, that wasn't the bad part yet. The worst part was after that.

I was so immersed in cleaning the stove, that I forgot 3 important things,

1. I cleaned it so well, that my mom would identify it the moment she sees it.

2. I used the cloth that my mom had allotted to carry the hot stuff in the kitchen not for cleaning.

3. I have 2 more chores to complete before my mom is back home.

I didn't know how to fix it, so decided to complete the work at hand. I completed with the dishwashing and started sweeping my house at full speed. To my surprise, the turtle of the house, completed sweeping like a cheetah. Then started grooming my hair. Just when I was about to complete, I heard THAT ominous sound. It magnitude of the sound increased little, by little. Yes, it was the sound from my mom's anklet. 

"She is back!! Oh, no. I am yet to wash my face, fix the clean kitchen so she won't find.", my adrenaline was at it peaks causing my forehead sweating. My mind was like, what if she asks, "What did you do to my kitchen?", "Where is the cloth?"

Well to my surprise, maybe I should say to my shock, she yelled, "DAISY!!! Why the hell didn't you take down the clothes that were hung to dry early this morning?" and continued to vent her anger. She was very angry over the fact that I forgot to take back the dried clothes, that she neither noticed the missing piece of the cloth nor the perfectly clean stove. 

Phew! GREAT ESCAPE!!


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