My Knightly Tale

CHAPTER 2

Today, I decided to go to the house that put up the vacancy. But I don't know exactly where the house is. I need to call to ask for an address, given my unsuccessful efforts yesterday and after returning to the flat I overslept for thinking too much about my poor life.

After buying credit early in the morning, and the seller's mother seemed annoyed that I knocked on the window. I ended up making a call to that number. I waited with my chest pounding. Seconds later, someone picked up the phone.

 "Hello?". A man's heavy voice made my heart beat very fast.

"Hello". Reply me with the sweetest voice I have to make a good impression. "Is this really the number that puts job openings in the newspaper?".

It was quiet for so long, I thought my phone's battery was dropping again. I'm so upset. When I just slammed this old phone, it was heard again.

"Vacancy?". He asked, makes me feel stupid. What is this?. Did I call the wrong number?

"I'm sorry it looks like I got it wrong. I'm sorry Im looking for this babysitter job in the Paper". I said hurry.

His phone fell silent, didn't answer. I just want to disconnect this call. I mean unfortunately pulse if it turns out this is just a wrong phone call!

"Oh, maybe my brother who put it on." The sound was heard again after a while, almost expressionless. "My brother's phone is left at home".

"Oh..". I said, I open my mouth confused. "Then, can I ask for the home address?".

"For what?". Ask that voice again. Okay, I really want to scream right now. But all I can do is have a little squeak before answering. "For..., I want to propose.."

"Propose to my brother?". The sound of the male voice, made me gape in shock. But before I could get a chance to nag him, he had already said it in no tone. "Just kidding".

Well, I don't like the tone and intonation of this guy. It was like talking to a statue that could talk and had a weird joke. At least yesterday's mobile machine operators were kinder than this guy.

 "The address is at this, number 21. If you want to come, just in the afternoon." The man said again. I didn't even get a chance to record the address!. But since the address seems to be close from here, I've remembered it.

"All right. I will come today–"

The connection was cut before I finished talking. I can only be confused to hear a short 'tut' and then rant in the heart of whoever received the call. What does that mean?

I looked at my lowbatt phone, then complained. I have a strange feeling about this job, but only this job suits me now and I have to get it. 

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"Annella!".

I just locked my flat before Mrs. Hunter called me. Then Mrs. Hunter, the owner of the flat, rushed up to me.

"Yes Mrs. Hunter?". I said hurry up as soon as I see she's going to open her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll pay you as soon as I can. I also applying for a job".

I saw Mrs. Hunter shut her mouth, then looked at me curiously." Work?". Ask her

"Yes, Ma'am" and I quickly fixed my shirt, so I didn't talk to her for long. "I'll go first".

Before Mrs. Hunter answered, I walked quickly out of the place, then on the way I breathed a sigh of relief. It's not her fault that Mrs. Hunter keeps charging me, because that's her right. But what else do you want? I wouldn't let this happen if I was rich. 

With a chaotic mind, I kept stepping, down a small street filled with flats in the area. I'm starting to think what if I don't get this? Am I going to end up as a family burden without being able to continue my studies?

After 15 minutes of walking with an indynible mind, I got to the front gate of the housing estate. I asked the security guard and showed me the address. The housing is nice with a beautiful atmosphere. Every house here has a nice yard. 

I stopped at a house with a red wooden fence. Behind this fence, unlike most houses in this housing estate. It looks like a towering grass plant the size of mine. This house is located next to the number 20 house across the street number 22 house. This should be the house that's advertising the job.

I tiptoe, trying to make sure that this is a house numbered 21. Turns out it's true 21. I walked down the fence of this wooden house and found a path that led into the house.

I'm not sure I'm going to get into that house.

As soon as I saw the front of this house, I immediately got goosebumps. The paint is dark gray with some already peeling with moss. The patio floor is filled with dried leaves scattered and the windows are covered in thick dust. This house is like a haunted house!

I stepped back. The goosebumps felt in my body thinking about what would happen if I kept recklessly working here. Will there be domestic violence? Abduction? Shamanic?

The sound of the horn suddenly shocked me, making me feel a mini heart attack. Apparently I retreated too far down the road until I almost got hit by a passing car.

I dragged my foot again on the footpath to the door of this house. My shoes make a loud noise when I step on the dry leaves on the terrace.

"Once more. If there no one, Im going home."

Yes, I'm talking alone, embarrassing. But that's to ease my current fear. I nodded confidently, then knocked on the door. After a few seconds passed and there was no answer, I was convinced that being a babysitter was not my destiny. I turned around feeling relieved.

I was just about to step off the porch when I heard voices from the keyhole. As I prepared to run the sound of the door open was heard.

"Yes?". The male voice behind me surprised me. I dare not look back at the man who is currently questioning me."Who are you?".

My hands and feet were cold to hear the man's voice again. I rushed to the fence. Everything went fast, but instead I stepped on a glass bottle and slipped down with my knees landing first. 

"Are you okay?". The man's voice is heard again!

"NO!". I screamed when there was a hand outstretched on me. I protected my head with a brown folder with a job application letter.

To Be Continued~