𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✔️

Chapter 5

        CHAPTER FIVE

                                                                        A waitress job? Seriously, Ishita? If I try to search through these advertisements I will surely find a better job that pays well too but we are limited on cash, too limited if I add that I need to pay a small debt as well to Damien for purchasing things for me. 

I will take it as a small loan he lent me,  nothing more than that. I don't want his favours to burden us in the near future. 

Never back in India, I had to do part-time jobs, especially working in a restaurant to pay my course fees. My scholarship took care of everything for four years of the time period during my college, including stationery. 

I would have searched for a teacher or beautician job if there were any available, not currently and that’s why my both degrees were a piece of paper, for now, that holds no value to me.

Actually, I wasn’t ashamed of working as a waitress in the future if that can bring food to my family, it was about time management because, for the past three years, I am no less than a maid. I am used to being a cook, cleaner, and babysitter. I know Sania won’t corporate for a longer period if she slowly has to do all these household works by herself if I got busy with my job which brings me back to where I had started from.

If I call my parents for a short money order, they would ask me thousands of questions because they still believe that Ravi is paying for everything and they wouldn’t need to worry about me. Should I ask for money from him? He and Sania still have a pending decision to make on their future, nothing could be certain and my dearest sister has no plan to go back home and talk to him.

In that case, I have no other option. I noted down the address and kept away my laptop. Yes, I own something that belongs to me, completely, even though Sania borrows my laptop quite often to watch movies and stuff, but at least, she isn’t clumsy when it comes to taking care of gadgets as compared to her own daughter.

Hypocrisy? Sort of. 

I lengthened my hands above my head to disengage the morning stiffness in my body when a realization hit me, it was an open day interview meant I don’t need my resume either, just give them a one-on-one short interview and get the job but I need to request Damien if he could give me a ride in his car again or perhaps every single day until I save enough money and rent a place in the city, away from him and his spooky house.

I headed downstairs to locate him, he was in the field and not alone, I heard a couple of more masculine voices too along with him. I wrapped the white shawl of my mom over my long-length pink dress as I went outside, not wanting to deal with the cold temperature again. I am noticing the temperature here is quite weird, it is always cold at minus Celsius, especially at night and early morning. And I am just hoping my shawl will save my ass from freezing.