Alorah

Part 27

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It's been two weeks since I had to clean Jafar's wounds and he's doing perfectly well, for now. I mean, he was doing perfectly well. He closed the bar for three days after his fight. I ended up guessing it was a fight but I never heard it from his own mouth tho.

Anyway, when he came back to open his bar the fourth day, he discovered something that made him brun with anger while it made me want to laugh until i suffocate.

I don't know if it's possible but I never saw him that mad before, not even toward me. I swear I could see smoke getting out of his ears as he was standing in the doorway of his restaurant, gazing the messy room.

I could've had some compassion for him. I mean, i think in a way i had some because his restaurant was his dream. He worked hard in the beginning, before i was even born to built his own business and he did it.

For a second i imagined my own business falling apart in the futur. I imagined how i would feel and how i would react in front of the downfall of my own life. But then, I remembered how everything that is happening to us is because of our choices.

Make good choices and you'll have a good life, full of hopes and success. You'll be happy and healthy.

Make bad choices and you'll have nothing but misfortune, dreams that falls and only your eyes to watch others being happy

My grandmother used to say those kind of things to us whenever we went to her house for Christmas or break spring. I never understood what she really meant by that and i guess i still try to find out by my own.

It was a saturday when he thought he'll be reopening his restaurant so i went with him because i was supposed to work but that was the only thing i didn't had to do in the end.

I had to clean everything while he was on the phone, barking at who knows who and then I had to clean the mess he made because of how angry he was. Things were flying arund the room as words that come from hell were being thrown through the phone.

I had to contain myself to smile when I first step in the restaurant that morning to prepare everything for the first service. My inside was screaming karma and was exploding with mockeries while my face had to show saddness and compassion.

It was a little hard because that was all I wasn't feeling.

He had to stay closed for one week so he could put everything back up. He had to rebuilt one of his window and the entire kitchen. He told me that I'll have to work more because he sent away one of his waiter for two weeks.

Apparently the people who did that- i could kiss them if they were in front of me- stole money for the money box and since i work for free and he want to get it back quickly, i'll be the only one waitress.

I think he didn't understand that when I came out of his wife, i was a baby girl and not a robot. Maybe the nurses didn't inform him of that fact because it seems normal but he is everything but normal so of course he'll thought otherwise.

So now I get up two hours earlier than before, i get ready for school, I pass by the restaurant to prepare everything then i go to school and after school I work all evening and a part of the night.

I would less complain if i was paid.

And even if i was paid i would complain. Like- what am i ? His slave ? He already have one he call wife for the love of god.

A paper is slam on my desk making me flinch. I shake my mind from the past days and come back to reality. I peer up to see Mr Hatier looking down at me. His eyes shift between mean happiness and something that tells 'i knew it'