I was scared. What if I get pregnant as a result of what transpired between Remon and me? I'm not sure how else I'll get up or where I'll find confidence.
"Is that correct?" As if someone else were suddenly in front of me, I raised my eyes to avoid his look. I have the sensation that I am a filthy woman.
"How are things going, Carlo?"
"Just tell the truth." In reaction to what he stated, I stayed silent and nodded slightly. Carlo's fury could be felt.
"Why?" I shuddered, unsure how to explain to him everything that had bothered Remon and me, too soon, to the point where I still can't believe it disturbed me.
"Please don't bother me. Carlo, don't do it right away." Carlo's face became even more solemn as he returned his gaze to mine.
"I'm not sure why this is happening to you," he continued slowly, and I took a big breath.
Even if I am, I have no idea how or why I ended up in the situations that I try to avoid the most. I simply want to forget so that I won't be able to remember everything." I simply shrugged and smiled.
"My first encounter was with Remon. That happened during my first night shift. If my idiocy had coexisted with his and we had ended up there, I would have cleaned his room. Carlo, I've never coveted everything in the world. I'm a poor man's me, and I have no idea how to resuscitate myself. "Even if it's difficult for myself, I'll do it cleanly," Carlo stated calmly, and my palm trembled.
I have no idea what you're going through except from your family. However, I believe you will find it challenging. As he gently held me, my heart rate skyrocketed.
"I apologize for not being present when your shamelessness drove you away. I was so naïve that I didn't notice anything had happened to you. I had developed a dangerous sense of complacency. And now I will care after you, and I have pledged that nothing will happen to you "Carlo spoke with seriousness in his eyes.
"How are you doing? I can take care of myself. I will never abandon my family as long as I have them to support me. As I stood up, I wiped my tears away and smiled at him.
"Thank you so much, Carlo; you were a huge help to me. Thank you very much. He also smiled when I walked into the locker room and changed into my home clothes.
I didn't realize there was someone behind me at first because the shadow didn't move.
"So you're happy. Have you gained any sympathy? Yhra, how are you going to find an ally?" He gave me a strange smile, and I hit the final button.
"I'm pleading with you, Doc. Could you perhaps refrain from doing so right now? I'm sure you don't mind how I feel if you're not fatigued. However, I hope you understand that even if you think of me as a janitress here, I have privacy." I'm not sure how the words came out.
That's what I'm talking about. You have an ally, which gives you the confidence to answer to me. What if I evict you from this filthy hospital, ensuring that you never see me again, that you escape trouble, and that you have the privacy you seek? My tears began to fall as a result of what he said.
"How did you get there? Why were you being so mean to me? What have I done wrong, and why are you so angry with me?" I wondered why my tears were still falling. "This is the only job I'm qualified for. I am a recent high school graduate who still lives at home with my family. Nobody else accepted me because I had done nothing. Why are you acting this way? What's the deal with your irritating behavior?" I yelled, and he just smirked back. The more it happened, the more I pondered why now. Why am I being tortured so badly?
"Because you're a scumbag!" You look exactly like her! You are not deserving of a face like Lesley's. "Poverty as a rat!" says she, while you are a rag. What he said shattered me "Is this a point of disagreement for you? Who said I wanted to look like the person you despise? I have no ties to you, him, or the two of you. Please stop since I have a life of my own and am unrelated to you." Please accept my apologies. If you're going to fire me, please do so. I'm good at it; torture someone who bears no similarity to you." I didn't wait for him to say anything and went straight to Remon.
My life is already challenging enough without him adding to it. If I lose my job tomorrow, I'll look for another.
Finding a decent wage to pay my mother and father will be difficult. I apologize for loosing tens of thousands of dollars each month." Remember this day, Yhra. I guarantee you'll come to regret everything!" Because of what Remon said, fear and anxiety messed with my system until I was able to leave the hospital.
Is he furious because of her? Who is this woman? Who wants to be that way if it also means living a life of quiet torment?
I simply take a trike to the cattleya, which is adjacent to the hospital and accessible by foot.
I'm not sure, but you approached me again when I reached our house in the middle of the night, and all you could hear was the barking and ruckus of the drinkers.
I have a few minutes to travel before I see our house, which is dark outside and barking at me.
"What exactly is it, Mom?" I was taken aback and enquired.
"Your clothes." Someone dejected me before I retrieved my clothes, which were scattered outside and still wet from the rain.
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You leave." I don't want to see you at our house. Iyha, your aunt, is in wonderful health. You have a wonderful life. Unlike you, you married a wealthy man and took advantage of his good looks. It gives you with a significant revenue that you would not be able to create on your own. You've arrived to a cockroach hospital. That's it! Working at a cabaret would not pay well on a daily basis." What happened to Ate? Do you remember when she decided to take the initiative? "Mom, I'm here to accompany you to the airport, but you're still seeking for someone else to accompany you. Why are they acting this way? They did nothing but hurt and humiliate you.
"How come you can't just do Yhra?"
"Do you want me to work as a paid woman for you? Do you want me to be like you?"
"Bitch!" My mother punched me in the face, and her shoulders rose even higher as her eyes blazed at me. Nothing could be more disturbing to me than what my mother was saying.
"Yhra, don't show that to me." I was worried about my younger sister, Yhna.
"I'm going to take Yhna!" I strained to get in when my father, my stepfather, forced me in.
Never, Yhra, ever exhibit that. Take a stance for your self-esteem! If you don't want to become wealthy, I'll devise a strategy for you." I was depressed as my mother entered the house and I looked up.
I dug around in my pocket. I just have $500 on me right now, and $500 will never be enough in Manila.
"What am I going to do now?"