"Wake up Sam. It's your turn now."
Woke up from a nap, I exhaled sharply. What happened?
"What do you mean by my turn?" I asked that person confusing.
With scoffing she turned around in her underdress holding the uniform before hang it in her locker.
"Did something happened while you were napping? *sighing* Should I remind you again about your job?"
She's looked at my stilled face.
"Alright, here we go again...Your name is Sammy. Your full name is Sameera Adeena Aufa. Quite a long name. You're 26 this year and got finished your study at local uni in pure science with excellent results. Hmm...got a job here as a waiteres not like ordinary one but the first one. Everybody called you the first one not by your name. Now...it's your shift." she continued to dress herself properly before standing in front of me.
"Sammy...please... don't let yourself wandered off again. This time please... follow your routine. I'm not always around to remind you once again. It's too dangerous girl. I don't understand why doctors says that you are not having the Alzheimer. Perfectly healthy and in good condition but...I don't know."
She pushed away my fallen hair tugging it behind my ear before softly rubbing my right eyebrows.
"I got to go. Change to your uniform and report back at the second floor's bartender."
I nodded mutely.
"Bye girl. I see you tomorrow."
Walking off the room I looked at my surrounding. Looks familiar but strange. Am I truly Sammy like she said?
Slowly I approached the length floor mirror on my left side and speechlessly I gawking at my Sammy self.
Wow...I do really looked pretty in my dark cream colour skin. Tall enough to be one of the model by almost six feets in height. Very curvy in every angle. So blooming with exact amount of bossoms. Most importantly, my eyes, so rare in colours...yes in two different tone. Left side with bright almost silver colour meanwhile the other was totally in pure black. Both round and big. From afar I could see the left side like a blind and glossy under the light. Where did I get those gene's from?
Shit! This is not me...no...
Sameera Adeena Aufa.
What a crazy name that I have.
I changed into my uniform. Everything in my named locker being tagged and labeled. Maybe because of this situation perhaps. I tied up my shiny black belly length locks with rubber band into neat ponytail. Put on some make up to cover up my puffy self before spraying my sweet scented perfume onto my wrist nerves and several nerves point to let the smell running along following my blood circulation.
Black ordinary pumps I wore it with ease before glancing once again on the mirror to show my reflection. Pure and beauty. Wait...is that a scar?
I brushed my shaped right eyebrows. The brow itself have been cut in half with slightly bumpy uneven scar plastered on my brows down slantly on to my outward upper lid eye. It length about almost two inches and it does triggered my memories, some flashbacks. The shiny knife flew on my face. There was someone standing so close to me. What the heck happened before?!
It's almost 7 in the evening on what day is today I still don't know. Flicked my just found smart phone I saw the date. Friday 13th. So similar. I've heard this before but where? Nevermind, it's be good soon.
Slowly I pushed open the door that connected with staff area towards the main reason of myself being here. Bartender....so it's a club but what sort of club? I should serve people drinks or what?
Automatically, after I entered the dancing floor, everything being adjusted back with auto mode. My body immediately knows what to do.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
What happened?
I strode off the hall towards my main path to upper floor with ease and confident aura. Everybody looked at me like some sort of alien invaded the earth. Wow...so much attention.
The surrounding so havoc with lighting and themes party at every corner. From open space into private clear glass room it's made so suffocated to me. I cough slightly before continue to walk off. My eyes still darted everywhere while my body into its auto mode. I bet my lips would do the same like the rest except my eyes.
"Hey, sweet heart, beautiful." shouted Jeffrey from afar on his DJ section. I waved at him with a thin line smile without exposing my teeth.
Owh...I forgot to check on my teeth. Forgot to check my lips too...Well, too much attention towards my eyes and my body. it's okay...I'll check 'em later.
I went into the lift before pressing the second last button. Taking out my phone I open the camera and showed it to my face. Ehh...Selfie time. Nope...checking time...
Full red lips appeared on the screen. I do have a very neat line of lipstick. Heh, good job staedy fingers. The perfect straight line white teeths with four look like fangs on the display make me wonder. I am a human? Those four pointy teeth quite long compared to the others.
Ding! the door opened and quickly I slipped back the phone into my knee length black pencil skirt pocket.
Opa and Dizz the bouncers looked at me with same usual faces, serious and flat. Really? How do I know this guys? Kevin, the floor manager approaching me and kisses my both cheeks before retreat with white pearly smile extending his dominant aura.
Still. From where do I know this?
"My sweet number one, Sammy...how's your day today? Everything's good?" Kevin asked me bore his eyes on me.
"Slightly different. Lost in....I don't know but I'm good." I reply with soft voice.
"Did Audra explained everything to you?" he asked again with concerned eyes.
"Yeah." I nodded to the answer.
"Good. Come here. Olan prepared your drink. Your plain orange juice. Pressed fresh from the fruits."
He put small amount of pressure on my lower back indicated me to join them.
Olan beamed at myself before winking naughtyly and I smile back. He placed high glass full of orange juice on the counter. Isn't that weird to having orange juice in the early evening? For me nothing is weird because it's foods and beverages. You eat what you want to eat, whenever you are and whatever you are.
"Sit. I have something to say to you but before that I need to inform you about your task."
"I think I do know what should I do. You don't have to rewind it back to me." I said it confidently.
"Are you sure about it?"
"Yes!" I produced a genuine smile to them.
"Alright, then...you need to know that tonight we're having someone special as the guest and he's been requested you since last week."
What have I been doing last week? Heck! I don't even remember my previous days.
Kevin take out the photographs of the guest.
Wow...who is this guy?
"His name is Sameer Keith Austin." says Kevin placing that guest most alluring photo in front of me.
Who is he?
"Do whatever you wanted to do because he knows what are you. Don't let him down"
What?
What if he trying to gets into my skirt? Should I let it be? Or should I do something inappropriate things to him.
Confusing I looked at Kevin but he just patted my shoulder with smile still plastered on his face. His bushy eyebrows in straight line so I bet nothing would happen tonight, right?
"Drink!"
With that I gulped down the whole glass of the fresh juice before licking my lips satisfied with the taste. Olan and Kevin chuckled on my manners.
What's so funny?