Chapter 2 A waitress concern

Mum smiled and glanced at me.

" While some are busy complaining about the everyday dose of fried chicken"

I stopped halfway as I was about to take another bite of the food. I looked at Mum, and she turned her face away. Likewise, I resumed eating as I had the feeling shades were being thrown at me.

" Do you need another plate, Zoey? " Mum asked with a brightened face.

" Sure, Mother"

" I'll serve you two portions for calling me Mother"

My mouth fell open as I dropped my plate harshly. Mum observed me with a questionable expression and I reacted positively.

I continued to eat as I watched with jealousy. I could no longer take it and burst out.

" Mum, why would you give her two portions of my favorite? "

Mum eyed me and answered after hesitating a little.

" Are you getting mad at me, you are raising your voice"

I recoiled like a puppy that had just been warned by its owner.

" You eat all my money up, You should get married soon, or should I set you up with someone? "

" Marriage? " I laughed hysterically and Mum got scared.

" Stop scaring me, That is not funny" Zoey laughed at my mother's expression but decided to keep mute.

" Don't you try setting me up, I have a boyfriend" I warned.

" Then tell him to come over for marriage discussions, "she retorted.

I was lost as to how the marriage discussion came about. I looked at Mum's annoyed face,

" What's with the marriage discussion? What has that got to do with my pasta! "

" So you can stop eating up my money! " She screamed, and I dropped my fork in surprise. That was intense and it caught me unawares.

Mum will never stop this if I try to prolong it more than it already is, and I decided to lift the mood.

" Well, you have to put up with me and spend more of your money because you will spend mine in the future. Can I get another portion of pasta now? "

" Yes, My chubby princess" Mum chuckled softly and took my plate to the kitchen.

Zoey nodded her head in affirmation for a job well done as we talked about her hysterical boss who loved to bully at any given opportunity.

Of course, that was before she got promoted. We wrapped up dinner and Zoey left.

I lay on the bed and covered myself up with the duvet. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about how the final interview was going to turn out.

I wished I were called immediately, but then I was grateful for having enough time to prepare myself. Having thought about that, I decided to sneak a peek at my mobile.

Jess has not read my message.

I'd have gone to check up on him at his office, but he restricted me from that.

Going to his house was out of the option because I had to call him first.

Worrying about him was eating me real up.

" Is he that busy? " I thought to myself as I rolled on the bed, then my mobile rang.

I checked the caller ID and it was Jess.

" Hey Jess, I've been worried"

8:35

Good Gracious! , I'm late.

I scrambled from my bed, distorting the sheets that covered my naked body, and climbed down the bed hastily.

Biggie's going to kill me!

I ruffled through the pile of clothes on my stranded sofa, picked up a skirt and a gray shirt, which was originally blue.

Took my courier bag and shoved whatever I could lay my hands on from my closet into it; lipstick, concealer powder, mascara...

No, No! I had forgotten to stitch up my mask. Getting another one would have cost me more money, I burped.

Eww! That stinks.

I dashed into the toilet to brush my teeth and found myself staring at a ghost in the mirror. Placing both hands on the sink, I breathed heavily.

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My hair was messed up. I rushed back to my room to get my hairbrush and straightener. My room was messier. I had to shuffle between piles of both clean and dirty clothes to get my brush.

Phew.

Then, I remembered

Straightener

I checked my closet and my bed table, but it was nowhere to be found. I squeezed my face tightly, as though I were in pain.

I hated searching through my messy room. It wasn't really my fault that it was messy, though. Every time, I tidy up my room, it just gets disorganized a few hours afterwards.

I stood in a corner of my room and wondered where it could be until I looked up and saw my hair straightener dangling from my overcoat. I walked towards it and placed my placid hands on my face as I took it out and rushed into the toilet.

Fixing up my hair as fast as I could, it was still evident that I was sleepy. I stared at the clock.

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9:00

I picked up my dusty boots and produced a napkin from a drawer and wiped up the settled dust on it. Old but classy, all my boots needed was just a wipe. It shone like a new pair of polished boots.

I ran out of my room, locked my door and proceeded towards the door when I froze.

Coat

I unlocked my door, ran back in, and pulled off the nearest overcoat from a hanger which I wore before I proceeded to lock my door again.

" Tasha, have some cookies before you go" My mum screamed.

I looked at her, and she shoved a disappointed look at my face. Defeated, I took one cookie from the tray she presented to me and bit it as I dashed out of the house, waving my hands and saying my mum goodbye.

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" You surely don't need to apologize, it's going to be a double shift today"