Two years ago, handsome businessman, Akio Hitoshi met Mirembe, an African woman who fled her country to seek refugee status in Japan. When he learned that she wasn’t allowed to work and had no money, he hired her to be his housekeeper. It was a very good arrangement for both of them. He spent more time at his apartment in Tokyo, enjoying her cooking and her company. Soon feelings began to develop between them and they became romantically involved.
Mirembe turned off the faucet when she heard the doorbell. A beautiful and mature Japanese woman stood there. “You are Mirembe?” she asked in English.
“Yes, and you’re…?”
“Mrs. Hitoshi, Akio’s wife.”
When Akio let himself into the apartment she was waiting for him. He froze when he saw her. “Meiko.”
“Your lover is gone.”
“Where?” he asked, frantic.
“That’s not your concern.”
“How did you–?”
“Find out about her? I have my sources.”
“…is out of your life permanently.”
He slumped against the wall.
Mirembe stood outside the apartment. I’m still here, Akio.
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