04

I was in a rush because I had gotten up late yet again. I've never gotten up on time, geez.

When the bus came to a halt in front of me, there were a lot of people going inside, and I couldn't get in because of the crowd.

With a frown on my face, I walk backwards to allow them to pass.

Why did I get terrible luck when I was born?

I checked my watch and realized that waiting for another bus would make it difficult for me to make it to the interview on time.

Running is easy for me because I wear flat sandals.

People who bumped into me were ignored as I ran. A number of individuals have voiced their displeasure with my actions, but I haven't had the opportunity to apologize to them yet.

On my way to the bookstore, I bumped into an older gentleman.

During my fall, my documents landed on the floor in a puddle. Fudge!

The dude simply stared at me and went away as if he didn't notice anything. I got up and removed my sandals.

When my sneaker collided with his head, I said, "Beng." He came to a complete halt, as did the crowds around us, and slowly turned his body to me.

Why do I feel like I'm about to turn into a frozen corpse in a matter of seconds?

Should I just wait for a bullet to make a hole in my body because his aura is quite powerful and he gives off mafia vibes, shocks.

"Why did she do that?"

"Gosh, she's insane!"

They're whispers mean nothing to me right now, while my heart is beating. I can feel my hands trembling, too.

Fudge, what's the matter with me?

''Does this sandal belong to you?'' Because of his powerful aura, my throat felt dry.

What's next, Sel?

Then I said, "Yes."

In spite of his sunglasses, he put my sandal back down on the floor, put his hands in my pocket, and I felt his eyes scanning my entire body.

He's dressed in a long black coat, a tee, and trousers. His hair is neatly styled, and his shoes are gleaming. Imagine you're in front of a mafia boss, and this is how he seems.

"So, why did you throw that at me?" he inquired.

I cleared my throat and took a proper stance. I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes.

"Is it difficult to help the person you bumped into or simply say'sorry'?" I asked him again.

When he smirked and adjusted his sunglasses, I felt my heart pounding again.

He didn't help you, Sel, despite how hot he was.

"Why? Did you apologize to the people you bumped into before this happened?"

To his question, I parted my lips. How did he find out?

"What?" I insisted as if I didn't know anything.

"Of course not. It's clear that you're in a hurry, "he said again, crossing his arms.

"That is a different situation! I can't work on them one at a time because, as you mentioned, I'm in a hurry "I argued my case.

I also point out my documents, which are now wet and useless as a result of him.

"And my documents for my interview are now ruined, and you haven't even apologized?" I added with a sarcastic tone.

He looked at me as he picked up my drenched documents.

"So you're enraged over this garbage?"

"What?! Trash?!" I was ready to seize his head when the papers were thrown in my face.

Everyone laughed, so I took it away and gave that dude a death stare.

"The next time I see you, I'm going to kill you!"

I went to a coffee shop to use their restroom. Because I was covered in muck, I washed myself.

My interviewer, Ms. Perfiana, kept calling me.

I texted her, apologizing for missing the interview and requesting that it be rescheduled for the following day.

She responded yes, but I only had one more opportunity tomorrow.

I rolled my eyes as I noticed how sloppy my appearance had become. Fortunately, I'm not wearing a white blouse, or am I? That guy was already a frozen corpse.

My phone rang out of nowhere. Raven's name was displayed.

"Yeah?"

[I know you're on the bathroom right now; come out and take this blouse I bought.]

A crease appeared on my brow.

How did he figure out I was in the restroom of this coffee shop?

I hung up the phone and turned to face him.

He's standing in front of the restroom with a bench paper bag in his hand. Because he was on his phone, I was the one who approached him first.

"How did you find out I'm here?" I inquired. He smiled at me and handed me the paper bag, which I gratefully accepted.

"I saw you earlier, the man you were arguing with threw those muddy papers at you," he explained. While scanning the bag, I simply nodded to him.

"I'll wait for you there," he said, pointing to a table.

"Okay, I'll change my clothes."

I enter the restroom and change my clothes.

"The shirt fits you well," he said as he walked around my body. I noticed my favorite cake and coffee flavor on the table.

"Yeah, you have good fashion taste, by the way," I complimented him.

He gave me a simple v-neck shirt that goes with my black denims. My hair was styled in a messy bun.

"Oh, I ordered your favorite cake and coffee," he said as I sat down.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Haxilla told me before."

I nod; I'm not in the mood to talk much. I'm exhausted, fudge.

We've been silent for a few moments. Aside from the fact that I'm not in the mood to talk, I also enjoy my meal.

While I'm eating, I can feel his gaze on me, which makes me feel uneasy.

"Just say it," I said while eating.

He sighed, placed his elbows on the table, and stared at me intently. As if if I told a lie, he would kill me in an instant.

"What's up with that stare?" I inquired, somewhat nervously.

"Tell me everything about your childhood," he said solemnly.

I couldn't help but laugh, so I mimicked his posture and smiled at him.

"I thought you'd ask if I'd kill that guy," I joked, but he didn't laugh or even smile.

He takes his responsibilities very seriously.

I sighed and spooned my cake.

"I've been living with my nanny Karen since I was five years old, and all I remember is that my parents have a business in Bharain," I tell him, recalling my lonely childhood.

"And?" he inquired, expecting me to elaborate on my past.

"Since my nanny Karen abandoned me without a word when I was seven years old, Haxilla's family adopted me because I don't have any way to communicate with my parents," I explained.

My chest tightened as I recalled that day.

"Karen, nanny? Nanny?" I called her several times, but no one answered.

I'm too afraid to be alone, and yaya Karen is the only person who is always there for me.

"Karen, Nanny!" I screamed while crying.

To calm myself, I hugged my stuff toy. As I walked down, a loud thunderclap forced me to sit and cover my ears.

"Nanny Karen," I sobbed.

I was about to continue my story when I noticed Raven crying and staring at me.

“Why are you crying?” I asked. I handed him my handkerchief right away, but he shook his head and wiped his tears with the back of his palm.

"Karen, your nanny, did you see her again? After a year or a decade, I mean? "He inquired.

While sipping my coffee, I shrugged.

"After that day, I never saw her again; some say she's already dead, but I don't believe them. There's no doubt in my mind that Nanny Karen was a strong and courageous woman." I gave him a friendly grin and a nod.

"And what about your parents? You don't want to see them any longer?"

I gave him a bitter smile and shook my head.

"I've given up hope that they'll come back for me after Nanny Karen abandoned me. It's been nearly two decades, but not even their shadow has appeared "My tears were about to fall, so I looked up to stop them.

"You despise them?" he inquired once more.

"I want to, but they're still my parents, even I put the world upside down, they always the one reason why you're talking to me now."

"Your beautiful mindset and soft heart made you even more beautiful," he said, his gaze fixed on my eyes.

What? Why did he say that out of nowhere?

I'm not sure how to respond to his compliment; it's a little awkward.

"Ah, I need to go now, it's my schedule today to buy some groceries," I said, attempting to avoid the awkwardness that was forming between us.

"Do you want to ride in my car?" he asked, but I declined.

"I'll leave now if you don't mind. Thank you once more for the shirt."

I immediately exited the coffee shop.

While pulling my cart through the mall, I'm walking. Raven's compliment has stayed with me since I first heard it.

"Sel, what's your problem? It's merely a compliment, after all." While picking up a tissue paper, I mumbled something to myself.

Perhaps it's just that I'm not used to receiving such praise from folks I've just known for a short time.

I let out a sigh and wheeled my trolley over to the snack aisle.

I was ready to make a turn when I noticed a familiar face approaching.

He's the one that flings the papers in my face!

He's with a flirty bitch, which is nasty, ew.

I changed my route to avoid him; if we ever cross paths again, it'll be war.

I hurriedly paid for all of the groceries and walked out.

"How did your interview go?" Britanny inquired as she opened the door.

"Failed." I simply replied.

She came to a halt, a worried expression on her face.

"Why? I thought you were on their short list?"

When I tossed my body onto the couch, I realized how exhausting my day was.

"Wait, you were wearing a red shirt when you left; how come you came home wearing a white shirt?" she inquired.

"Raven bought me this, and my shirt has mud on it, so I threw it."

She didn't ask me again, maybe she noticed how drained I was.

Haxilla returned home late that evening. She's on the phone again, like she usually is.

I drew in a little closer to my door to hear what they were saying.

"Simply deposit the funds into my account; I'll receive them the next day."

I heard her sneakers walking left and right again after she paused for a second.

"It's impossible for me to stop her since she's so stubborn. If that's what she's thinking, I know she won't believe me."

Why do I have the impression that Raven is the one with whom Haxilla converses every night?

Because they have a history, it isn't impossible.

Everything fell silent once more, and I was about to open my door when Haxilla resumed her conversation.

"I'm scared that if she knew, she wouldn't be able to handle things, especially if she came across something that could trigger her sentiments, but it's also reassuring since she'll figure it out on her own," Haxilla said.

I heard her walk inside her room. I walked out of my house and opened my door to hear more of their chat.

I know it's not proper, yet my curiosity compelled me to find out more.

"I'm not sure, Britanny is also taking herself back if she wants to tell something about her history, I'm sure she doesn't know anything else now, save what she said to you."

I took a step back as I pondered what Haxilla had said.

Is it true that she converses with Raven?