Security finally contacted Mr. restaurant. Kim and conform. After receiving clear information, Gala was released and explained to Mrs. Gennie who Gala was. As soon as he realized that his order was too late for lunch, he got angry instead of apologizing for causing such a fuss that afternoon.
"Are you a food courier? Why didn't you talk earlier? You stupid!" Once again, the wand hovered over Gala's back. "Since then he's just been around like a thief. Instead of saying that he's a courier, he's still stuttering like a thief!" he said.
Can Gala only surrender then and now? Does he have to accept bad luck again?
"Gala, hurry!!!"
Marta's scream made her flinch in surprise. "Yes, Martha. I'm going now!"
***
It feels like Gala has to curse her unlucky fate. He had been cautious riding his shabby bike. Now and then, they choose to give in because other vehicles that are so reckless make the road a little shaky. His thoughts were only on the paper bag and Marta's message; Don't spill the tomato soup that the Strange Old Grandma ordered.
But unlucky, when he was about to turn into the Lot 5 area where Mrs. Gennie lives, a car braked suddenly. Making the speed of the Gala bike that was right behind him sway. Even though he was trying to be careful, Gala lost her balance because of the sudden movement.
Or because along the way, he was daydreaming?
Gala accidentally passed the main door of Mr. restaurant. Kim for the first time during the day. This opportunity is scarce. Besides, if he had taken the main road, he could have arrived sooner and had his order arrived on time.
While passing earlier, it was true what Luke often said. The restaurant is never empty. Where is Mr. Kim near Marta's station? Sitting near the counter, Gala could see her head popping slightly with sparkling eyes at the sight of many customers arriving.
Gala was sure that Mr. Kim implied many advantages arise because his turnover is always busy. Also, Daniel seemed to be taking many orders at the end table near the stairs to the top. Daniel's face was not as relaxed as when Gala greeted him this morning. Daniel is quieter than Luke, who is already talkative, and his words are often insulting.
In contrast, Daniel, who only smiled, also patted Gala's shoulder lightly. As if encouraging him. Daniel looks embarrassed every time he writes down a new menu. Looks like he's having a hard time, but what?
Because of that, too, Gala stopped. Observe what happens within the service area. Also, Lisa looks happy just serving food from the kitchen. Mr. Kim has a few other staff to whom Gala seldom has to say hello. Even though when he met her gaze, Gala often gave a small smile. Trying to be friendly to his co-workers, but they ignore him.
Looking away or, at worst, immediately shows an annoyed face because Gala reprimanded him.
But still, his desire to be like Daniel or Lisa is excellent. At least, in terms of salary, it must be different. Gala needs a lot of money but doesn't know what else to do except hang her neck on Mr. Kim.
"You… are you okay?"
Gala was stunned at the figure who had just spoken. Like an angel descending to Metro South or in front of him now. His eyes blinked in disbelief.
"You… can wake up?"
Gala hastily got up, only to realize that Mrs. Gennie's order had fallen apart on the street near the sidewalk. "Good grief!" she screamed involuntarily. He hastily cleaned up all the mess he had made. He suddenly felt terrible and saw Red Cheeks getting redder and a sound that boomed like lightning he would soon hear.
"Gosh," he said again. His hands were busy picking up leftovers mixed with dust and dirt on the asphalt. Not to mention the bike that fell horribly with a slightly bent handlebar.
"Hey!" called the girl in a slightly loud voice. He knew that the young man who had just fallen and experienced this unfortunate thing must not be too aware of his existence. "Need help?" The girl did not hesitate to crouch next to him.
"No need," Gala glanced slightly at the girl who was now half squatting beside her. "Your hands will get dirty later."
The girl chuckled softly. "No problem."
peach lips bloomed like spring flowers. Very beautiful. It felt like Gala wanted to ask God, and even then if God still existed because it felt as if she had been removed from the circulation of a human being created from a strong hand called God. My goodness, Gala thinks so much about God? Why doesn't he believe in God?
Even though lousy luck continues to haunt him, God is still there.
Just a little, from God's mercy, he wants to enjoy this sweet smile he feels. Until a long time if possible. Because Gala felt this girl's smile was too cute for her to get rid of in her life.
"Oh!"
Gala turned quickly at the booming voice.
"So this is what you do when you should be delivering my lunch, Stupid Gala?!"
The end of the Gala.
***
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GALA!"
Gala did not dare to lift her face. He could no longer endure the shaking he had all over his body. Only this time, Mr. Kim was angry and used her high-pitched tone. He knew; he came home with a bag and a messy look. Not to mention, Gala was sure that Mrs. Gennie had already contacted the restaurant. Complained that his lunch had fallen apart on the asphalt.
Two blows from the strange woman's stick reached Gala's back. It hurts a bit, but he ignores it. Gala repeatedly apologized, but Mrs. Gennie's anger was unbearable. Either out of fear or unwillingness to deal with this strange woman, the girl who had helped Gala earlier had already left.
Even without saying goodbye, he said his name. Oh my God, Gala means herself. Who has not thanked her for the help that has been given?
Gala limped back, hoisting a tattered, half-deformed bicycle to her place of work. Feel free to apologize to that grumpy woman. Expletives were heard deafening all the way and managed to make the Gala a free spectacle. His face drooped between embarrassment and anger, but he couldn't say it. Who is he? Only the tiny creatures are still allowed to breathe and eat free from the reservoir.