part two

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Kj's POV

-'i'm on my way' then she habinged it up.

What's wrong with her?  What's wrong with me? I have been oriented how brutal she is and I have decided not to work with her but because I've been kicked off from Caloocan Computer Management. But there was I promising to work with her patiently.

 

I walked through the hallway of Quezon city Manila Computer Company, feeling the atmosphere the ambiance was great, I paused beside the air-conditioner of the window and faced the fresh sunrise can't melt  a mountain of ice because of its fragile structure.

It melted my heart, how long it had been since I last saw the glimpse of the sun? From the moment it happened, I thought I couldn't even be able to face eastern heat and just let moonrise hide me from all the criticisms. They didn't understand it, they didn't know what had really happened that night, they should have not judge me simply because they didn't know me and they will never know me, over my dead body. Did they know? Did they know why I did it? Did they know what had happened? Did they know why he did it? Did they know my reasons? Heve they even asked me why? They haven't. They didn't. So why such actions?

 

I would like to shout that moment, to tell the world how I did it intentionally, to tell them I meant it and it has a meaning.

 

*sigh*

 

-what's wrong with you?-

"Yeah, what's wrong with me?"

 

-'WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, KJ?'-

'Oh. No... no.. nothing. Ms. Tine? '

 

Out of nowhere I saw her behind me with crossed eyebrows and crossed arms and it felt like she'gonna attack me any minute.

'You are such a coward. Get back to work.' She ordered and left me with my mouth wide open.

 

'Yes, ma'am.' Quickly I answered not stuttering.

Getting back in my soul, I looked at the window crossing the road down to a 7-eleven,  I saw a man in a fitted black coat and a black rough-looking pants helped an old lady carry her bags of probably new clothes. That old geezer. I wished it could be me. Meeting my prince at a very gentle way. Oh my goodness.

  

-'BURGLAR CAT Kj.'-

 

What? Burglar cat? Me?

 

Kj, get back to work. Get back to work. That was my motivation to myself without any motivation in it.

 

I need to work hard.

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