But I soldiered on for the honor of migrants, not just for Japanese people, because Mme. Landlord wrote to me that her friends applauded her for the few hours after I had put in one week into preparing and sanding her walls. That she did not share with her French friends that I had done the hard work, was still tolerable. However, she had the nerve of writing to me that her friends were disgusted that I had done nothing useful which surpassed the level of mere lying. Mme. Landlord probably meant it as a blackmail so that I would put in more free work, but I realized with horror that she needed migrants to remain useless, so she could shine as the saint protector of pathetic migrants.
The only way to silence the hypocrite was to
do the excellent job. Of course, she
would take all the credit, but at least she would have no reasons to complain
anymore. So, I applied three layers of
paint on her walls. At this stage I had put
in another three full days of work. I must
remind you that she had purchased the half priced cheap paint and the three
layers was not giving her the desired result. My arms were feeling sore which did not stop even
during the night. I asked Mme. Landlord
for a break promising her to do more later, but she pretended not to have
understood my French. I repeated the same
thing in English, which she ignored despite that her former occupation was a
teacher. I had to go down to my own room
should nature call because Mme. Landlord lied me to that her toilet was
broken. I did not doubt her words
because she always insisted to use my toilet every time she came to inspect my
work in her other apartment. It was also
hard to believe that a lady of the advance country like France would stoop to
mooching toilet paper from one of the migrants she boasts herself to be the
protector of. This went on for 9 months
since her last tenant Jupiter left her apartment.
Then suddenly she told me to interrupt the
painting and assigned me with a new task.
She decided to go after Jupiter for compensation and she needed a
secretary for preparing documents. My
printer was made to work till it broke because she was persistent. My wrist did not get as much rest as I needed.
However, I had started looking for a new
apartment to distance myself from Mme. Landlord that it was easier to just go
along for a while. I wish a doctor had warned
me of the risk, but instead there was my Japanese sense of obligation to keep promises. Mme. Landlord made sure that I
did by constantly repeating to me how much I owed her for her kindness.
She did not know that my French reading had
improved beyond her imagination, but I could read the communication between them and discovered that Jupiter had tried many
times to fix the things she complained of in her apartment and that she sabotaged
his effort each time. She kept writing
to him that she loathed the modern kitchen he left had behind, but she had insisted
that I covered the modern kitchen board and shelves with cloths before I paint
the walls for protection. Mme. Landlord
was only pretending to loathe the modern kitchen. Financial extortion was her true aim. If you
are the first-time reader of my blog, let me tell you that Mme. Landlord also
boasted herself to be gay tolerant that she would lend her room to Jupiter. She would have nagged him on for compensation if
it was not for me. Seeing that Jupiter
would not cave in, she turned her attention on my saving, small as it is.
So, you see, Sir. Farage of Brexit, it is handy
to keep migrants around because your white people can be shielded from the true evil
who prefer to go after the weaker prays.
While this sounds sarcastic, I later became friends with Jupiter that I
am truly glad that Mme. Landlord is off his back.
To be continued.
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