Summer Of Broken Hearts.

chapter 9

Monday.

I did my main morning ritual. I woke up, coffee, social media, mobility, and breakfast. I hit the road to work since Monday it is the day that I suppose to be early and I did the same very thing like every single morning in work.

It was around ten o'clock, when I saw come inside my manger. I was surprise, because she normally would text us, and would tell us what day she would come to visit us.

"Good morning Marta, how are you?, how's Marta?" Greet with all the interrogatory follow it.

" I am good, Christina, thanks, how are you?" I get back the conversation.

" good" she answered. Christina is pretty elegant, too elegant to come in our shop, or any other shop, her black hair will be alway be perfectly organized, no matter if is free, with a bun, poni tale or braids. No hair shall be out of its place. She will always impolute ways of dressing herself. Feels she got any designer in her wardrobe ready to dress her up.

What's more it's remember the movie the devil wears prada. And what's more funnier she talks, moves and will look at you. Like the very same character of Miranda Priestly, who is plaid by Meryl Streep, in the movie.

Yeah, is that chrlaracter that you hate for how she does the things, but you do know that with this persone will arrive at the point where you want it to be. It this kind of persone with so many contacts.

But unfortunately not my case with her. She just remaind me that character. She isn't really a bad woman, it is just when she comes in this way, nothing good comes. There's no talks, there's no laughts, it is more we are their little workers running on clock to get done, whatever she is asking for. Could be paperwork, could be drinks, could be even so food. And she will take one of the sits from back store, sit down open her laptop and take calls, etc.

I don't like this way, but you got to suck it up. But it feels an endless moment of life. Your time it feels consume by hers.

We never argue, we just talk, we just talk, and at some point it is more I am taking what so ever anything that she said to do. And you have to do it, because she will try to remaind you it is your job solve any problem, not hers.

Eleven o'clock, -thank goodness, Cara is coming-. I thought, I see come Cara with her bike. She comes as usually with eight layers of clotes. It has been lately that she feels too cold. Me instead I stop to wear my thermic shirt.

" Marta!!" I hear call, I looked the way where Christina's voice come from, and I looked Cara with concern, so I move my lips very widing so she can reads them, remainding her the boss is here.

" yes, Christina how may I help you?" I went straig to her.

" I see you are having holidays"

" yes, ma'am"

" and how long is it going to be?" Asked me without taking her eyes out from her laptop, while she still tapping.

" two weeks"

" no, you can't go two weeks, I think three days it is more than enough for you, as also for Cara..." I was listening her speech, I froze. - what in the actual fuck!!- said my head, she was telling us, how to take our holidays and days. I saw Cara's face turn to us in a very awkard way. It wasn't rare that she would try to take holiday from us, in order for her to go two month off, because, her job is stressful. I just listening that and my blood begain to boil. " ...so you will go three days in September and Cara will go three days in October. Right!!, I'll send you your days so you can started to make reservations." She finished.

I look to her. I look to her like if it was and orange. I began to imagen pealing her sking, in sides and just see the mussels, somehow I was also imagen to grab her entire mussels and bite them, like the very same orange.

" My apologies Christina, our reservations are done, I am going to Denmark, this July, for two weeks, weather you like it or not. They are already pay it. Nevertheless Cara also have two weeks for September or October, so she also make the reservation. Besides this Christmas I haven't visit my family as Cara couldn't not stay properly with her family. We earned more than well our holidays, aren't we?" I let my furious brain talk.

I talked. I talked and I felt good. It felt that good, in that moment that I wouldn't regret right now if she fires me. I was ready to take that blow. I saw Cara's face, she felt affraid and proud, everything same time. I normally don't speak up with Christina, I would look down and obey. Like if I were her favourite puppet.

She got in silence and took her eyes from the screen, and put in on me, with that bossy look, she put down those big glasses of hers for a moment and she put them back. " well I guess, you are right here." She said that in the most cold way possible.

- I can't belive it. Did I just win?- was screaming my head. I could not belive that Christina let us do our normal course for holidays. She pick it everything, look at me and Cara. She put her black channel jaket. Clean her throat, and grab her bag.

" I' ll see you at some stage girls" saying good bye.

Two minutes of silence. Two minutes of silence and all what we got was just her bossy look. Gosh I finally feel free to breath my own hair, without have to ask permission.

Some how Cara starts to feel out space. " what it just happens?" Asked Cara, while she was trying to figure out .

" I strik back?!?" I answered.

" woh, girl I almost pi myself, for a moment I saw myself having the store" confess relive.

" yeah me too. " I said relive.

We couldn't belive that Christina let me won. We both keep working all the rest of the shift. We through by all lunch and cleaning. Once I did everything that we need to do my shift was done. So I went to my pilates class. After that I spend one hour in the caffe, while I am trying to finish my book. Mia and the rest didn't join me, so it was a very quiet time to read for a while.

In my way to home I called my parents. They were as usually on their sauce. My mom would be the one on remaind my dad that she was the first on take the phone call, and my dad would answered to that that he was in the middle of some sort of emergency. We will talk about how is it has been my day, what did I ate, and a bit of work. But I can feel on their faces the wonder when I would come to visit them.

I told them next Christmas if I can solve a couple of things. But I know that should be another strik to Christina again. It isn't an inconvinient tell her the things as it is. It is just the feeling of being look over the shoulder. That kind of behaviour on my young self could stand for. Although seen the face of disappointment of thers looks like a sad face of two grown persons that just miss their grown up child.

They both look way older, my mom hairs is full white, and her eyes has more expression of the time passing by. My dad still bold, but his skin looks an old man arround on his eighty, but he is just sixty five. It is funny how after this Christmas without seen them. I could see it how time was actually consuming them.

I know this year is a rocky one. I hate to think that. I am hurt and I am trying to heal. But this job and this situation is consuming my whole bean.

I dunno what really to do. Feels yesterday, yet it has been four months already since she was gone.