Hey guys, I'm really sorry🌻 for not updating recently. I was not in a good health😔, so i couldn't update. I'm really sorry for that. Ways enjoy reading.❤️
Hope you all are fine. Please comments how you feel while you all are reading my novel as I was just writing, so I don't know how I feel.
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As usual I join my work. I wasn't in a mood to talk, so I haven't talk much with everyone. Today is a tiring day. I was busy whole day scheduling my boss appointment with his business partner. My boss is giving me a weird look with no expression. I have no idea why he is so difficult to understand.
Time seems to move slowly. My work hour was over where I pack my things and to leave house. When I'm home, I load my things in vehicle. Since my boss is not yet home, I wrote him thank you note on wattpad and keep it in table beside my bed.
It says, thanks for everything
And I won't forget how kind you were to me.
Moreover I will remember how fun we had during our togetherness.
Thank you for everything 😊🌻After few minutes of ride, finally I'm at my new home. I take all my stuff inside and clean room. I have two bedroom and yeah I can tell that my place is beautiful. I can view the Thimphu town from my balcony. I take a long breath enjoying the view. I thought, how comes Thimphu town look really beautiful at this moment.
Everything that made me sad were nothing when I'm alone enjoying the view inhaling cold breeze. I like the every moment and I'm great that finally I had made myself independent.
Today is the day, I promise myself that I will forget everyone that bring my sorrow and only thing I'm going to do is enjoying every moment. Even my family, I mean my three siblings, I have decided to forget.
It's almost 11 p.m. and thinking that I will have to join my work tomorrow, I decided to go to sleep. I don't have appetite to eat even. I close my eyes as soon as I lay on bed.
It feel great to wake up early on my own house. It feel more comfortable when we stay all by myself than living together with other. I wash up and made ready to leave for work. I walk slowly towards my work place thinking nothing but just concentrating on my footsteps.
It's has become kind of habit to walk counting my steps and bumping on something. I always try to stop doing it but when I feel down or sad or unhappy, I do it unknowingly. Today also, I was bumped into really hard but luckily someone caugh me by my arm.
It was my boss again. What a bad day. Shit! I said to myself and walk without looking at him. I was doing sitting on my desk doing work. Today I don't have much work to do, which is good for me since I was tired and I need some free. I had my lunch with my friends.
Today, may be I need to stay at my boss place. I don't know what type of situation like this have came up with me, so that I have to become a contract girlfriend. When I read or watch movie, I came across such things and I would really feel funny. But now, I was in such situation which I don't know how it happen.
Now I think I can understand how they are trap in such situation. When I was packing thing so that I can leave, I saw boss walking towards me.
" ummm you can go home today. I have something to do with my parents. They said they have something to say" he said.
May be they are going to discuss about business, I thought to myself and walk out of office. I was up when I reach home. I prepare myself a coffe and sit on balcony reading novel. Life has been always tiring for me after mom leave me behind. Whenever I thought about my mother, I want to cry as it brings back the memory of each every moment I enjoy with my mom.
I wish my life was a written story so that I can edit some parts. Some people says that we are actress and actor of our own life. Some were main character while some are supporting character. I truly believe with that. But I wonder who am I and what role I'm playing. I think I may not someone who doesn't play at all.
I don't know whether I was doing right with what I'm doing now or what can I achieve something successfull at the very end. I don't like to live as a rich and I may not be the one also. My only wish is to live as a simple life. I know how life of rich people were. I won't say it applies for all but most of the rich people were unhappy.
They always had issue within them and they don't have experience enough love. That's what I believe how rich people life was but I may be mistaken as I had seen such things while reading or in movies.
Whatever what I want is just a simple life. I thought to myself. My mom would always ask me what type of husband I would want? I would always describe my future husband as, someone who has kind heart, who doesn't smoke nor drink. Moreover I want someone who didn't lie as, if someone lie, I'm sure that that people will cheat with you.
I never count on beauty. Every people with kind heart are beautiful and handsome for me. I laugh at how I described him as to my mom. I don't know whether such person exist or not. And yeah, I would become best wife to my hubby and best mom to my child ever if I had to marry.
I want someone who value me like I value him. I didn't even notice how time had flew faster when I was lost in my own thought. Dark had surround me. I can view the very beautiful town with sparkling light that fill the town of Thimphu.
I want to enjoy a liltle more but I have to wake up early as I have to go work as usual. I ate bread as my dinner. After done with eating, I clean my room and went to bed. I read a wattpad story for few minutes. I was feeling sleepy, so I plug in my earphone to listen music and close my eyes.
To all my readers, stay safe take care. From today, I will try my best to update my story time to time as far as possible. I'm sorry for not updating these days. take care💕💕🌛
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Girl With Fake Smile
Cerita PendekSamten was a lonely girl where everyone hate her . she was alone and sad until someone enter into her life. But .....?? It was a work of fiction. Everything about characters are authors imagination.