When he entered his work area through the back door, many were already waiting for his return. He felt he was on trial at that very moment, minus the presence of Lisa and Daniel. Unfortunately, they were both busy and chose to ignore the judgment for him now.
"Sorry, Mr. Kim. I didn't do it on purpose," Gala said quietly. He still didn't dare to raise his head. Call him a big loser or coward, but what can you do? Mr. Kim was scary for him to enjoy now. Not to mention that he heard a very clear squeak of displeasure from Luke's lips. Also Harry. The head chef.
"Stupid boy," Harry cursed. He immediately finished standing here. Choose to tidy up immediately. He was sorry too, but this Gala was too late. How could he fall over and drop Mrs. Genie's important order?
Of course, if Mr. Kim is furious. The grumpy and strange woman was the first customer and was very loyal to buying the various dishes in this restaurant. The most loyal did not hesitate to give much input when Mr. Kim was down. Hanry heard the story full when Mr. Kim hummed sadly, remembering that she had failed before.
Hearing Hanry's words, Gala just lowered her head even more. He felt pain because he was late for lunch and tired. After all, the distance from Lot 5 to this restaurant was enough to make him sweat. Not to mention the hot sun this afternoon is not friendly at all. His sweat dripped profusely, making his uniform wet.
He didn't even take a sip of his drink to relieve fatigue. He had been pointed at this, and that was also abused.
Gala's misfortune is complete.
"You!" accusing Mr. Kim gasped. It doesn't matter if the body piled up with fat makes breathing difficult. It also makes his face redder. Not to mention that his head suddenly began to smoke. His heart was furious. Oh, Lord! How could this child be so careless?
Besides, why did Marta even tell him to?
"Mr. Kim, I'm busy arranging orders. Gala can be asked for help why should I?" he said earlier. "Besides, Gala has met Mrs. Genie and I haven't. Wouldn't it take longer for me to look for his home address?"
Mr. Kim agreed with Marta's reasoning, preventing her from spitting out anger at the head cashier. Ever since he had received the call from Mrs. Gennie, his feelings had been burning with anger. Wanting to hold it in one go, Gala's body was crushed and crushed just like that.
It's uncountable how many omissions and mistakes Gala has made. Whether the kid was an idiot or his head was left in that shabby flat, there was always something Gala did, and it never went right. It was also his fault. Why did he entrust this to the clumsy one?
But he was already two-five! Good grief! Twenty-five years old and still careless? What will the child be in the future?
If only Mr. Kim didn't remember the last message before Gala lived alone fifteen years ago, she must have kicked him out since Gala turned on the gas stove, which caused the restaurant to almost partially burn. It was Gala's third year working for him.
Oh, Lord!
"I'm sorry, I," Gala was utterly powerless. He just tried to stand up even though his face was staring at the floor. Counting the seconds that pass while holding back hunger. His stomach was sick; maybe because of the milk, he drank this morning? Who knows. What is clear, he is getting dizzy.
"What should I do?" Mr. Kim immediately scooped up his fat face with no less fat hands. The fat between his fingers felt soft against the surface of his face.
"Just fire him," Luke said coldly. "It's useless you pay him, Mr. Kim. Your money is wasted. Useless child."
To these words, Gala looked up and challenged the interlocutor. He did not accept. His face heated up, and his chest rumbled loudly. His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, where his knuckles turned white. The tips of his fingernails had hurt the palms of his hands so tightly he clenched them. His teeth clashed with each other making a loud rattling sound.
"What?" snickered Luke with an increasingly disdainful face. "Loser."
It's been a long time since Gala has had a crush on Luke. Although not openly against him because he is confident he will later cause problems. But day by day, Gala always sharpened his revenge. Constantly belittled and humiliated. As if this Gala doesn't deserve to be around him.
Even though the thick-haired young man had avoided Luke every time, he worked. It was deafening when Luke always made fun of him openly. Invite the rest of the kitchen crew to join in the booing.
But this time not. He wasn't going to let Luke go.
"Back to work! And Gala," pointed out Mr. Kim, who broke the daydream and dispelled Gala's blazing anger earlier. Just like water splashed on a blazing fire, the anger vanished without a trace. Gala turned quickly to Mr. Kim and looked down again. Resigned. Although occasionally, his eyes glanced at Luke, who raised his middle finger. Also, that sly grin.
Wait for my revenge. Gala said in her heart.
"Once again, my God, this is a last warning."
Gala swallowed nervously.
"Once again you are reckless, then you are fired." Mr. Kim pointed to it quickly. His eyes gleamed with anger. Not wanting to linger in the same room with Gala, Mr. Kim walked out. He still had a lot of things to do, including replacing the food that Gala had ruined. "Hanry, prepare the beef soup and mashed potatoes. Don't forget Mrs. Gennie's favorite dessert."
"Okay, Mr. Kim."
"Daniel," called Mr. Kim fast. "Daniel." It was the last thing Gala could hear after Mr. Kim disappeared from behind the kitchen door. It made Gala heave a sigh of relief many times.
It was as if a weight had been lifted that had been strangling him strongly, even though he knew it was only temporary. He did not know when his carelessness would approach again. And at that time, the history of the Gala was over.
Where will it work?
What will his daily life be like?
"You are!" Marta snapped, which made Gala blink. The slightly pale-skinned girl glared at Gala. "How can you be that careless?!"