THREE YEARS LATER
It's being three years, four months and 11 days since Mate left. Three dark years of yearning for the boy who made my heart skip beats.
Three years of hoping, wishing and praying for his return, but none happened.
I might have hoped for his return this past years, but right now, am not hoping again. I've really lost all hope when it comes to mate ever returning for me.
He promised to return, but right now, I really have my doubts about that.
What if he've forgotten me?
I can't say he's not alive, am quite sure he is.
My only thoughts about him is centered on the probability of him not remembering me.
Maybe I wasn't really important to him as I thought I am. I really might not have meant anything for him, afterall I was the one who silently loved.
I Know he've most yikes given me signs he might have the same feelings as I, but I don't think that's true. My mind must have being playing jokes on me based on how close we both are.
"Laty!"
I Almost jumped off my skin at the shout of my name. My heart beat accelerating real badly.
Turning towards the sound of voice, I swallow deeply when I saw the person in question.
My boss stands opposite the counter, a murderous look on his face. He looks like a raging tempest.
"Why do you look like a person caught committing a crime they don't want others to know of?" My boss asked. The frown still on his face.
My fellow worker gave me a look of pity. His eyes sending some mode of encouragement to me.
" Committing a crime? " I nervously laugh. " There's nothing like that."
My heart beat haven't resided a bit. If anything, it took up more pace.
"You dare Laugh at that?" He angrily place a brown envelope on the counter.
"What's this?" I look at the envelope in curiosity.
I've not work up to a month here, I don't see why am getting paid or anything like that.
"This is the money for the works you've done. I don't want to see you here ever again. I can't afford to have a worker who not only arrives late to work most times, but is always lost in his head!
Do you know just how many customers I've lost ever since you started here?
You're sacked!" He storms out. The door banging close behind him.
I've bing sacked?
I slid down the floor, my hand holding my head. The tears freely flowing from my eyes.
"It's okay Laty. Don't worry too much about it...."
"Do you know how many jobs I've lost in the space of three months? Do you?" Standing from the floor, I wipe the tears from my face.
Dusting my clothes, I take the envelope, and walk out without a backward glance.
I really need to go home. This way, I'll be able to peacefully cry. I won't need to hide my sobbing.
*
I didn't board a cab like I would have done on normal days, but today is far from being normal. It's not like I expected my day to be.
Ten days before my first month ends, and I've being sacked?
It took me three hours to finally reach the two rooms apartment am sharing with a friend I met fresh out of highschool.
Without Jap, I don't think I would have survived up till now. He's the saviour sent to help me.
Leaving the orphanage for the world isn't something I really tagged as Being easy. It wasn't at all. To me, it's more like jumping from frying pan to fire
After I left, that's when I knew not all Mate says is the truth. The outside world isn't like a bed of roses. There are more loopholes out here, than in the system.
*
"You're back already?" Jap turns to me in question. His eyes taking on my dejected form. He's currently sitting on the floor writting his assignments.
Jap is a college student unlike poor old me who's still looking for ways to survive talk more of going into college.
I don't think university is for me. Saving money for food is really difficult, talk more of when I start saving for school. Who knows, I might likely die before my time.
" Yeah. " Nodding, I remove my shoes, and walk to the only cushion we have in our excuse of a living room.
Aside from the cushion and the old laptop Jab bought, there's nothing else on our sitting room.
"What's the problem?" Closing his books, he turns to give me his full undivided attention. His eyes taking me in for the second type. "You lost the job."
It isn't a question. It's more like an observation.
"I did." I sigh into my hands.
"This makes it the fifth?"
"The seventh." I cover my face with my hands to avoid letting him see my embarrassment.
How can I call myself a normal person when I've lost more than seven jobs in the last three months?
That's not normal, I tell you.
It's as if something far beyond me is trying to play games with me.
"Seven?" Jap widens his eyes. "Are you saying the truth, or you're trying to pull my legs?"
I shrug at his question. " Take it however you want to. I've lost seven jobs already.
I've worked as a waiter( I mistakenly poured cold drink on one of our customers when I thought I saw someone who looks exactly like my mate.) , a baker( I spoiled the oven two weeks into the job) , a florist( I didn't last for two days), a dry cleaner ( I was sacked when I iron burnt a person's clothe), a cleaner ( I mistakenly swept on the owner's legs), a door man( don't even get me started on this. I was sacked five minutes into the job. This was my shortest job) and finally a librarian (you already know why I was sacked.)"
" That's...."