MARITA

Dealing with Fear

The clock was ticking as Marita raced to review the documents. With her troubled mind, she needed to double check things to make sure that her decision were not clouded by what ever it is that is happening to her. In her line of Job as Translator, client trust reign supreme. Once you failed to provide the best professional service, then you tainted your trust. You loose more than just one client, because trust me... words of mouth can kill your business.

Marita massaged her temple lightly as the faint throbbing of her migraine approaching. She flipped through the pages and read carefully. It was 11.33 PM when her phone which she put on silent vibrated. She looked at the phone laying faced down on the table fearing that it might be Frank to ask about the Mitsuoka Documents or WORSE trying to talk about what happened today.

Let's Just ignore it and finished this, Marita thought.

The phone stopped vibrating. Whoever trying to call her has hung ended the call. Marita continued to read.

Ding....

"O FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!", Marita slammed the highlighter pen she was using. She picked up her phone took a deep breath and turned it right side up so she can see who in the devil was sending her the message.

DIAH: 

Young Lady!!! 30 minutes from now today is officially over. You asked me to give you today. So, consider this a reminder that your one day is OVER!!! You better start talking...

Marita couldn't help but smile. Her best friend of more than 20 years never minces her words when it comes to speaking her mind. Marita knew she must reply to this if she doesn't want Diah to bombard her with messages and phone calls.

MARITA:

Yes, Ma'am. Carpool me to work tomorrow. My car ran out of gas.

DIAH:

Hmm... Wokey! Where did you go today? Why did you ran out of gas?

MARITA:

It ran out of gas yesterday. I took a cab today.

DIAH:

WHAAA!!! You lazy bone.

DIAH:

Do you want me to bring a jerry can for you tomorrow?

MARITA:

Naah... I don't want to use my car. I want you to baby me and take me everywhere.

DIAH:

I.AM.NOT.YOUR.DRIVER!!!

MARITA:

But you're my Mommmaaaaa....

DIAH:

NEVER.

DIAH:

Go to sleep!

MARITA:

Can't. Am finalizing the Mitsuoka's

DIAH:

Oh that's right! Good luck! You're on your own! I am off to bed.

MARITA:

Sure you don't want to keep me company?

After 5 minutes, no reply from Diah. Marita put the phone faced down again and continued working. The documents proved to be a lot more challenging. She should have started working on this before lunch time if she wanted this to be finished before morning comes.

Her migraine was intensifying. The deathly combination of tired, sleepy and migraine are a triple threat for deadline chasers. Finally, she decided she can't take it any longer and went to find some paracetamol.

Marita opened the kitchen cabinets, looked in her bag, in her night dresser but she could find any. Darn it!! It's midnight now. She didn't want to walk all the way to the street to buy some. She banged her forehead to the wall she was leaning against.

Kriiiiinggg... Kriiiiiing...

Goddammit!! Her Door bell rang suddenly. She looked at the time 1:40 AM. She got chills... Who could it be?

Kriiiiinggg... Kriiiiiing...

There goes the bell again.

Marita reached for her phone and the baseball bat Arnold left near the front door for the occasion like this.

Marita inched closer to the door. But just as she was a step away from the door,

"GO FOOD DELIVERY"

Sheeeeessh!!! Marita put down the baseball. She was about to open the door when she thought about those murder movies where the killer acted as delivery man and will barge in and kill her when she opened the door.

Kriiiiinggg... Kriiiiiing... The door bell rang again

"Food Delivery for  Marita", said the deliveryman again.

Marita cleared her throat and called out, "HONEY, CAN YOU GET THE FOOD DELIVERY?". She shouted out loud pretending that she was calling her husband or boyfriend was in the house.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET THE DOOR?... OH I SEE... OK"... Still pretending to have conversation with the imaginary husband/boyfriend.

She then inched closer to the door and said, "Mas, we didn't order any food"

The man replied, "It was sent to you, Ma'am. It is paid for already".

"Oh, OK. just put the food in front of the door. My husband will come out and get it later."

"OK, Ma'am."

Marita peered through the door viewer. She could see the delivery man with green jacket and a helmet. He has his helmet opened so Marita can see his face. He scouted down and put the food by the door and left.

Marita couldn't really see well to the left and right. So, she thought she will wait for 30 minutes to make sure he is really gone. Because what if he was still outside just trying to grab her when she went to get the food.

After 30 minutes, Marita grabbed the Baseball bat and turned the door handle to open the door... 

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