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Chapter 6 Got Fired img
Chapter 7 Accidentally img
Chapter 8 Scape img
Chapter 9 Finding New Job img
Chapter 10 Met Again img
Chapter 11 Threatened img
Chapter 12 Confused img
Chapter 13 Out of words img
Chapter 14 Not that bad img
Chapter 15 In his house img
Chapter 16 Officially his Slave img
Chapter 17 Stupidity img
Chapter 18 Felt pity for that img
Chapter 19 Got distracted img
Chapter 20 Speechless img
Chapter 21 Twenty-one img
Chapter 22 Twenty-three three img
Chapter 23 Twenty-three img
Chapter 24 Teasing img
Chapter 25 Twenty-five img
Chapter 26 Twenty-six img
Chapter 27 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty-one img
Chapter 32 Thirty-two img
Chapter 33 Thirty-three img
Chapter 34 Thirty-four img
Chapter 35 Thirty-five img
Chapter 36 Thirty-six img
Chapter 37 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty-eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty-one img
Chapter 42 Forty-two img
Chapter 43 Forty-three img
Chapter 44 Forty-four img
Chapter 45 Forty-five img
Chapter 46 Forty-six img
Chapter 47 Forty-seven img
Chapter 48 Forty-eight img
Chapter 49 Forty-nine img
Chapter 50 No.50 img
Chapter 51 No.51 img
Chapter 52 No.52 img
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Chapter 2 Not Tired Helping Them

After my shift at Jerome's bookstore, I hurried home because I might be late for my next job. Right now, I have two jobs. In the morning, I work at Jerome's bookstore from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. After that, I work at the bar from 7 p.m. until midnight.

If you think about it, what I'm doing is exhausting. But with our situation in life, I don't even feel tired anymore. My body has gotten used to working multiple jobs.

At the bar, I work as a waitress. Jerome, on the other hand, is the leader of the band that plays there.

"Here you are, Lyra," my mother greeted me as I entered the small apartment we were renting.

When you open the door, you'll immediately see the tiny living room with two chairs and a small TV. From there, you can also see the kitchen, the bathroom door, and the dining table. We only have one bedroom, but thankfully, it's big enough for my mother, my sister, and me.

I walked up to Mom and took her hand, pressing it against my forehead. We've been doing this since Riri and I were little. Mom and Dad always reminded us to show respect to them and to elders.

"Yes, I'm going to the bar today," I told her while taking a glass of water and drinking it in one go.

Walking really makes you thirsty.

"Is that so? Eat first before you leave. You're always going out on an empty stomach. Wait for the dish I'm cooking-it'll be ready soon," she said before returning to the stove.

"That smells delicious," I said, praising her cooking.

She was making milkfish porridge. Her cooking has always been good, so I never wonder where I got my talent for loving good food.

"That's why you're eating with us today," she said.

"Of course, Mom. Where's Riri? Has that girl come home yet?" I asked.

"She's in the bedroom, finishing her projects. You should take a bath first while the food isn't ready yet."

"All right."

I picked up my bag from the table and went to our room. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my younger sister lying on the bed with a book in her hands.

"Are you too busy?" I asked, making her look up.

She seemed surprised to see me.

"Sis! Sorry, I didn't notice you. I was too focused on reading," she said as she adjusted her glasses.

Her eyesight isn't that bad-she only wears glasses at night, especially when reading books thicker than our landlady.

Ugh. That old woman is really something else. I always frown when I see her.

"It's fine. Mom's almost done cooking. Go to the dining table," I told her.

"Aren't you eating with us? You always leave right after getting home," she said with a frown that made me smile.

"Don't worry, little sis. I'll eat with you today. I'll just take a quick shower."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

She closed her book and quickly left the room, probably to help Mom. I grabbed a towel before stepping out too. We weren't rich, so we didn't have a bathroom inside the bedroom-but that didn't mean we didn't have one. It was just outside.

When I went out, Mom was still busy cooking.

"Why is it taking so long to cook, Mom?" I asked while taking my toothbrush from the pouch near the sink.

"This charcoal burns slowly, darling. It's not like the firewood we used back in the province," she replied.

"It's okay, Mom. I'll take a bath first."

"Tomorrow, Mom, I'll give you the money for the rent," I said while chewing my food.

"Don't. Keep that money for yourself for now. I still have some left from your aunt abroad," she said.

"Mom, that's why I'm working-for our expenses here at home."

"I know, but you always give us all your earnings. It wouldn't hurt to save some for yourself. I still have money, and it will be enough for our rent."

"Mom..."

"Don't be too hard on Lyra," she added gently. "Use some of that money to buy clothes. Aren't you tired of wearing the same ones every day?"

"My clothes are still fine. I don't need new ones."

"Still..." she hesitated. "I talked to your aunt. She's asking if you want to work abroad where she is."

Because of that, I paused and stopped eating.

Our aunt is in Singapore. When my father died, she helped us a lot. She's Mom's sister-kind and generous. Every time she came home to the Philippines, she always brought us clothes and food. Most of the clothes I wear now came from her. She doesn't have a husband or children, so she spoils us instead. I'm grateful to her, especially when she helps with Riri's school projects.

She even wanted us to live with her in Singapore. She lives alone in a condo.

"I don't want to work that far away, Mom. Please tell her that. Besides, there are plenty of jobs here in the Philippines. You just need perseverance," I said.

"Are you sure? People earn more there than here."

"Mom, even if the salary is bigger, what's the use of it if I cry every day because I'm not used to being far from you? I don't want to leave you here alone."

"Aren't you tired of this life you're living?"

Because of that question, I slowly lowered the spoon in my hand and looked at her. I could see the sadness she was trying so hard to hide.

A heavy sigh escape my lips. I wanted to tell her how I am in this kind of life. But what would I do?. Instead of resting and giving up in life, why not fight until my very last breath?. Besides, why would I be tired when they are my source of energy that I have every day?.

Right. Life isn't easy. Life is very tiring, especially to people like us who needs to work hard to survive in this world.

But, the thing is, why would I be feel tired if I know they are my rest?. Coming home, and seeing them is enough for me to keep fighting, and to ease the heavy feelings.

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