Miranda's povI
It's been a long day, another failed interview, we will contact you which they never do. I am never contacted and never even care to remember my face so how can they remember my name. I walked down the road sweating from the hot sun smitting violently on my skin. I graduated a year ago and I still haven't gotten a job, primarily because I didn't graduate from a prestigious university, it's a third rated one and am very sick of how the world has made me.
My phone began to ring and checking it I found out it is my mom calling, she always call first after going for an interview.
"Hey mom."
"Mimi, are you done with the interview."
"Yes mom. But don't ask how good it was because right now am on my way home with the usual feedback 'we will get back to you'. Gross right?"
I heard my mom sigh and after a long silence she spoke up in her softest voice I've heard mostly since I began to look for a job.
"Don't get too involved and worked up, come home if you can and I can speak to your brother about getting you a job."
"Am not coming home anytime soon and mom about my brother finding a job for me I don't want that. I don't even like the retail work of selling clothes. I will find a job on my own."
"Am just worried about you."
"Am fine mom."
From the corner of my eye I saw a black BMW almost hit an old woman walking on the crosswalk and it isn't even time for pedestrian to cross. The driver's door opened and a smart man dressed in a black suit walked out and tried to help the old woman cross.
"Are you there?" My mom's voice came through the speakers and I remembered I was on the phone with here.
"Yes, am here. I was caught up with something."
I was still watching the show of the man trying to help the woman who was extremely slow with walking and with the way the man looked agitated it looks like he was hurrying for something. I watched as the back door opened and a man dressed in a blue suit walked out.
God, he is the fine embodiment of handsomeness with a perfect jaw line, broad shoulder and a narrow waist. His hair was slicked back outlining his gray eyes and his full lips. The look on his face was that of a god looking down on the world with seriousness and determination. He was too good looking more than my male idol and more than any male model I know. His muscles were straining his clothes making him look so masculine and strong. I even imagined how his abs look without the clothes on.
"For christ sake Miranda why are you so absent minded." My mom's voice sounded annoyed and I just realized I am drooling over a man.
"Mom I need to go, still on the way home I will contact you when I reach home." I quickly dropped the call and looked up back to my male idol but now he wasn't just standing with the sexy aura, he is leading the old woman by the hand dragging her forcefully out of the road with the most disgusted look.
Well here is where my fantasies about him ends, I hate people that disrespect the old because I've been and lived with my grandmother and I know how hard they have to live with pains and sickness.
I walked up to them in time when he just threw her hand as if it was the dirtiest thing he's ever touched. He even brought out a hand towel from his pocket, wiped his hand and threw it in the cabbage can.
The old woman looked at him with disbelieve and anger but she couldn't actually do anything so as a witness my legs walked before my mind and stood in front of his retreating figure. More people crossed now but I didn't care and pushed him back to the spot the old woman was standing.
"Apologize to her." I demanded with an angry voice but he didn't even flinch nor his cold stare change, he was just standing emotionless.
The old woman touched me to forget about it but once I enter my angry zone I can't come out till I feel satisfied.
He didn't say anything but checked his wristwatch, turned to leave. But will I just let him leave? I hate this people the most.
"Men like you are trash. How can you disrespect an old woman, don't you want to live."
He didn't stop but continued to walk. I quickly walked up to him, forcefully turned him around and slapped him. Was I impulsive? I don't know but this is how I feel now, I feel like I should teach this trash a lesson that he will spend time trying to forget. I searched through my bag while he was still trying to believe that someone slapped him, found a tissue and walked up to the old woman. I wipe her hand where he held and walked up to him again. I threw it on the floor and stepped on it looking straight into his eyes.
"She is disgusted with trash like you touching her. Look at how dirty this tissue look after I wiped where you touched, so dirty. Now let me say this that slap is for treating her with disrespect."
I wanted to walk away but he stopped me by the arm. I turned to look at him and saw pure anger in his gray eyes.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you annoy me.?
I scoffed to annoy him better. "Go and ask that to anyone that will disrespect your mom. Don't you have any sane mind. People like you are so stupid and won't think how what you do today will influence your future. Now let me tell you if I am walking and still see you treating anyone bad I will deal with you. Oh let go of my hand am feeling dirty now."
He let go and I dusted it just to make him feel more angry. I walked up to the woman and helped her to walk away.
"You didn't have to go that far, I wasn't bothered."
"Grandma I know you were angry but I took justice for you since you weren't a match for him."
"Rich men like him have no respect and human sympathy. It was my fault I didn't watch well before crossing and my legs are weak to walk fast."
I could feel her pain and the suppressed anger. I started to feel like slapping him is too small of a punishment, I was meant to kick into one part of his body to feel satisfied.
"Don't worry grandma I will take you home."
"Aren't you bothered he will come back for revenge."
"I didn't think to that extent, but it will take him time before he finds me except if he is not that busy then he's welcomed to come look for me."
The grandma smiled and I felt satisfied. I helped restore someone's joy and dignity so to me it's the biggest achievement for the day after the failed interview. I was a bit scared he will come look for me but I am just a peasant low life that you will have to search for long if you must find me, how wrong and naive I am to think so.