CHAPTER 1 CONTINUATION......
Why are you stuck here? "
"Looking for luck," she simply answered the question.
"Over there, there is a hole. You might not notice, you fall," the woman reminded.
"Why don't you bring a flashlight?" Amela clears the road.
"I have. It's just that, I always forget," Patring replied.
"Because, I'm coming in at nine o'clock. It's already sunny at that time, isn't it? That's why I can't remember to bring a Flashlight."
"How old are you?"
"I'm Eighteen years old!"
"We're the same!" she says.
"Well, your mother allowed you to go here. You are still young." said Patring. "When my mother was still alive, she did not want me to be away from her." And glanced at someone like her crawling in the dark.
"Your mother is kind," she said bitterly.
"Why?" Patring wonders.
Patring heard Amela let out a deep sigh in her chest.
"Let's not talk about it first. Is it okay?" She asked.
"Sorry ...," she apologized when she noticed the weight of her chest which suddenly made her new friend sad.
Amela lost her temper. And she did not try to open another topic. Until they reached the old home left by her late parents.
"Come on!" The bitterness in the voice is gone. Amela rolled her eyes. She looked at the house that Patring was climbing.
"This is my house, which will be your house as well," she said with a laugh.
"Ugly isn't it? She said turn on the light in the living room.
"It's beautiful!" That was true inside Amelia. The house of her mother is better than the house now. Her father said that the house he was going to build for her and her mother was gone. Aling Mutya recently insisted on that.
"The number one user in their area. But she did not blame Aling Mutya for moving them to the pigsty that she had left behind. Her Tito Monching who is not only not interested in working but also stupid in gambling.
"But if Mom didn't agree, it wouldn't have happened," Amela thought as she lay down.
Patring said that no matter what problem she and her mother had, she was still jealous.
"You're still luckier than me," the woman said earlier before she fell asleep. "Somehow you still have a mother. As for me, even if I want to see mom, I can't." With a bitter smile smeared on her lips.
"It would have been better if Mother had robbed me of death than that man!" That's true.
The corner of her eyes warmed. I want tears to fall again. There was a pain in her chest when she remembered that her mother loved the man more than she did. Yes, She loves the second husband more.
The mother loved that man more than she did and her beloved father.
"No, Amela," she seemed to hear her say once she confronted her.
"I just need someone to help raise you," she lied. She allegedly could not bear the weight of life without a partner. She said she needed support.
"Lie!" Amela strongly objected. The girl's eyes glazed over. "Leave it be, Mother. I will show you how practical it is! And the day will come when you will come back to me, because of me you will find the solid wall that you said you were looking for so you saw Tito Monching."
CHAPTER 2
IF her Mother had not abandoned her, she would not have been enslaved now. Hopefully, she is in a white uniform and has a folding book and notebook.
She shook her head. Why does she blame anyone? Why should anyone be held accountable for the fate she should have made for herself?
"I can live alone!" Whisper to herself. Where will she be able to get away with serving and disposing of what the stone truck drivers.
"Amela!" Patring said.
She looked at her companion.
"One dinuguan and two more rice here!"
"Just a moment!"
Ahe scooped up some rice. Placed in the cup. Placed on Plate. Then scoop another. Put it on the tray and then take some dinuguan from the large pot still on the stove.
"Need more rice there, Amela," she pointed to the right.
"Where are you going?" Amela no longer struggled to take care of the diners.
Shr did not seem to be heard by the encounter. It kept coming out, into the cafeteria kitchen. She followed the woman's gaze. Orders placed. And then quickly followed Patring.
Her suspicion was correct. Her friend was in front of the glass frame again. Powdering. Combing again.
Amela smiled. Faced the friend. I thought, what important do you do so I was left alone there.
"By the way, you'll just face it!" persistent criticism.
"I'm sorry, Amela! It'll be a while."
"Wait?" Amela is annoyed, every fifth minute, I see you coming out of here! And every time you go back inside, your face is very white with powder. "
Patring glanced at her friend.
"I'm sorry to say," I begged. And resumed self-adjustment.
"Who are you the guy you like it those who eat there?" The inside of the cafeteria whispered. The expression on her face was disgusting.
"I'll tell you later! Answer. Amela stared.
"That faces makes you feel charming with the monkeys there," she said sarcastically. "Why, Patring! Think about it." Those classes? Will you waste powder and comb? "
"Oh .... this one!"
"What is this!" Patring scolded the friend.
"Who do you make beautiful with those there?" Patring blinked again.
"She's not there yet! But every Tuesday, he eats here." Amela's eyebrows rose.
"Does it look human?"
"Later you look at ut!" The tone is proud. The woman sighed.
Amela's feet were heavy. Re-enter the cafeteria. Look at this woman, "Amela annoyed. After sighing, she sighed again and Follow Patring.
To be continue for CHAPTER 2!!!
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