JLo is my Boss

👸 9 : Beverly Hills

"Why what's wrong honey?" my mom asked as she was setting the table for lunch. I was in a sofa, still feeling so down, doing nothing and just staring blankly for like almost 3 hours already.

"Guess you're not yet ready for career you're looking for." She spoke again. "I told you don't force yourself too much for a career. Showbiz industry is not easy."

"You're right." I sighed. "People on that industry are not easy."

"So what were you doing there? How was that? What happened with the photoshoot?"

It made me think of the disaster this morning. My mom never had an idea of my 1 week old PA shit. I've already quitted and still she didn't know any of it.

"I just..I don't wanna talk about it."

We gathered together at the table, me, my mom, and my brother. As usual, I sit across him, I'm beside our mother.

Me and my bro haven't talked too much since we moved here. I realized how selfish I was. I didn't have much time to spend with my family here and talk with them because I've wasted it in some shitty reasons.

Our house is small but it's just right for us three. We ate silently but my mind couldn't focus on the meal. I hate this day. I suddenly felt like, my life has no purpose here in America. I should go back to my country because it's actually where I belong. What's the point of living here when my main purpose was already over?

Gosh.. but then that was such a weak reason. Very weak. Just because of that experience I'll not continue my journey? Hell no! Of course. USA has been my dream and now that I'm here, I'll just enjoy my so called new life then. Pathetic am I for thinking of giving up and losing hope for just some stupid experience.

Then I suddenly thought as I was chewing my food, do I have any interesting neighbors? Oh yeah my neighbors. I haven't actually know or at least know any of them because I kept myself busy and distracted for nothing. I should go and mingle with them some other time.

"Ma," I started. "I'll go out later if that would be okay?"

"You're always going out straight one week."

My fork tinged on my plate as I continued scratching on my food like a chicken and staring blankly at it. The food was surely delicious because mom cooked it. But because I'm having a bad day, it seemed tasteless.

"Yeah but I mean, just.. just next door."

*****

It was a not-so-sunny 3 in the afternoon and I decided to stroll down  our block, only to find a bunch of smiling and really friendly neighbors who were doing stuffs outside their houses. They gave me a warm welcome by just giving me those simple hi's and how are you's.

What a friendly neighborhood. I thought.

I never actually walked along here since we moved and now I realized there are a lot of interesting things and people on this place.

While I was walking randomly and looking at anywhere, I spotted some familiar face. It suddenly felt like a déjà vu. I felt like I've seen this person before and I felt I didn't. I wasn't sure. And she was staring back at me.

She was sitting on a bench near a big tree and by the look of the setting, it seemed cool chilling under the refreshing shade of that tree. She was on her earphones and we were staring for few moments.

She kept looking though it was pretty obvious I felt so awkward. And I even stopped walking and just looked back at her. What's the problem with this bitch?