Did he think that I am still a waitress right now? But it's no longer my duty!
I tried to find Ella and saw her bowing her head several times in front of an old foreigner. He is pushing a bowl towards her, and I can hear Ella uttering her apologies.
I shook my head. People with money really think too highly of themselves. With money, comes power, eh? But instead of helping Ella, I decided to just pick an order not up and a pen before slowly walking towards the man's table.
I want to help her, but one of my mottos that I will never forget is not to argue with fools. Pushing an argument towards them will not benefit me and will just waste my time only to tackle petty things.
I sighed. The man started to chuckle after he whispered something to the man beside him, and then he would glance at me and laugh. My cheeks burned, watching someone laugh as I walk close is embarrassing, I feel like my face looked so flustered, but hey, I am just doing this for work.
Maybe they will order.
I tried to force a smile as I walked towards them, but when I was just about five steps away, a tall, hot girl accidentally hit my shoulder and sat beside the man.
"Baby!" She kissed his cheeks but his eyes never left mine. When he saw that I was still walking towards him, he smirked.
My brows furrowed in confusion. Why is he suddenly smirking at me?
"Good evening, what's your order?" I smiled at the three of them. The blonde-haired girl's hand is placed on top of his knees, touching it sensually. Her eyes focused on the man while the latter was now staring at her, listening to what she was whispering as his arm snaked behind her.
"Uh...Sir?" I iterated. The man glanced at me with a frown, maybe irritated at my sudden interruption.
"What? Why are you here? We are still not planning to order," he uttered in an annoyed voice.
"Huh? Sorry, but I saw you waving my hands at me, I thought it was meant to–"
"He was waving at me. I am his girlfriend, don't get so full of yourself and get lost!" The girl shot me with a strict, infuriated face.
They are arrogant, alright. People like this shouldn't be encountered but can't be delayed or prevented. The world is really unfair, no matter how you try to tell him that you don't want any people that will only fuel your anger, he will still give it.
I sighed and glanced at the geeky man. He was busy texting, but when he felt me glancing at him, he lifted his eyes.
"Uh...sorry, Miss. My friend didn't mean it. I will order a juice, I'm sorry again..." he awkwardly smiled at me and shot his gaze back to his phone, punching his keys fast like he's talking to someone so important. I nodded and glanced at the two before walking back to the counter.
"Ella, this was the order from table thirteen, I'm gonna go home now, just deliver it to them." I kissed her cheeks and walked away from that bar.
I stretched my arms and put my hands at my head, intertwining my fingers with each other and making my forearms point towards the sky.
"I endured another day of hell, thanks to the one who guided me." I smiled and reached for my pockets before going inside a convenience store to buy something for my fourteen-year-old brother.
"Terren! Where are you?" I yelled when I came to our house. The excitement in my voice is evident as I turned the knob of our door and glanced at the whole place. Our house has a second floor, but it felt so small because of the amount of furniture on it.
"Terren, I bought you something–" the cheerfulness in my voice was interrupted when I saw my brother eating using a cauldron. His mouth fell open, his eyes wide, and the dirty hands he was using to put food inside his mouth were left hanging in the air.
"Terren, what is this?" My voice shook as I asked him.
The corners of my eyes started to heat as I glanced at the old cauldron. His hands were shaking as he averted his gaze. He was probably...starving.
The sticky, brown crispy part of the rice from overcooking is what he was eating, paired with a soy sauce. I touched his hands and put it in front of the faucet to wipe out the dirt.
"Why are you eating this? They didn't give you food again?" The sight of my brother eating excess food made me feel miserable.
"And your hands are dirty, you'll get sick. Wash your hands and I'll buy you a proper food–"
"Ate, they are not allowing me to use their water. They told me to search for water by myself but the faucet spits no liquid." His low, husky voice told me that he doesn't even drink.
I sighed. A tear fell from my eye as I walked towards the small, messy room that we used to sleep in. Broken appliances and some sacks of unused clothes by them were placed here, making it look so unorganized even when I clean it every day.
My heart hurts for my brother. I am almost not going home, and whenever I am, I will always see him like this, but every time I will catch him in this state, my heart will always boom in both anger and disappointment towards my Auntie. She is our blood and flesh, how can she do this to her nephew? Isn't she reminded of her sister?
I shook my head and wiped my tears as I searched for my hidden savings. I will get a small amount from it and will buy my brother a proper meal. My heart boomed loud as I saw the envelope under my favorite shirt. It felt weird, I don't remember it being this light. I opened it, and the next thing I knew, it fell on the floor.
The money is half the amount that I put in there. I am preparing that money for the house I am going to buy! I am working so hard because of that and now, a big amount has decreased!
I furrowed my brows. My tears fell down my eyes as I paced towards my Aunt's door. I knocked loudly, bringing all the anger and sulk in my knuckles.