My wife Bilan and I immigrated to America in our early twenties. We were grateful to leave our war-torn country of Somalia. We obtained jobs at a large hotel in the downtown area.
Our combined salaries allowed us to live in modest apartments and the basic necessities. We were still very thankful, considering what we had already lived through before leaving our homeland.
Bilan is very pretty like many Somali women tend to be. Small in stature, only five feet four inches tall. Her breasts are full and firm with large dark brown nipples. Wide ronded hips accentuate her pear-shaped ass.
I am of a small stature as well, but a very capable;e worker. I can repair almost anything electrical or mechanical. My boss Arjun says I am the best maintenance man at his hotel in years.
Arjun is a kind gentleman, always asking how Bilan and I are faring. He is a tall, heavy, gregarious man. He talks loudly, laughing all the time with both customers and employees.
Bilan tells me he flirts often with her and other female employees. Arjun is married, but it doesn't make him shy at all. He has never touched any of the ladies. He only throws out sexual innuendos in the hopes maybe someone might reciprocate.
Things changed abruptly when our landlord dropped a bombshell. Our rent was going to increase by five hundred dollars a month. We couldn't afford that and still eat. I went to Arjun to explain the situation, asking for a raise. He only increased my pay by one hundred dollars a month.
I was distraught; would could I do to keep a roof over our heads? Arjun sighed before offering me a solution. He was willing to go out on a limb and offer us a hotel suite to live in. Only until we could find another more affordable apartment.
I hugged Arjun, thanking him profusely for his generosity. I returned home, telling Bilan the great news. I was disappointed she wasn't as excited to hear the good news. She saw my disappointment, telling me I did well to arrange a short reprieve to our dilemma. But, she was concerned it was too good to be true.
She agreed we had little choice, so we sold or gave away what little furniture we owned. Arjun put in a suite. With a kitchenette, separate living and sleeping areas, and a full bath.Telling us many times it had to be our secret or he could lose his job.
After weeks of looking, no affordable apartments were available. Bilan complained Arjun was becoming more forward with her. We argued when I asked her to be more patient. In hindsight, I know I was too afraid to confront Arjun.
Two months came and went with no relief in sight. One evening while watching television after dinner. Arjun showed up at our suite. I invited him in, offering him a glass of wine. Bilan didn't look pleased with the unannounced visit.
She was wearing a short robe she put on after showering. She wrapped a small blanket around her shoulders after Arjun mentioned how pretty she looked. He pulled up a chair before asking me if I had any luck finding an apartment.