The Temporary Girl | JJK Short Story [COMPLETED]

TWO

- Are you sure you don't need help, mom? – I asked, chewing on some already cooked beef.

- No, dear. – she said, working the ingredients in her pot. – And stop eating the meat!

- Don't know what you're talking about. – I stated, swallowing the last bit in my mouth and giving her an innocent expression.

We both ended up laughing, as if I could ever fool my mother.

I was currently visiting her, taking some time from the job hunting process and using it to stay with my family. It was a Saturday, but dad had gone downtown to buy some things while mom was currently cooking lunch.

It hadn't been that long since I went to live on my own, but I missed my mother dearly. Being an only child tends to do that to you. As much as you argue with your parents, when you truly leave to take care of your life, you miss them like no tomorrow.

We can make each other crazy, but that's just proof of how much we love each other.

Since I hadn't received any calls from any of the places I went for interviews, and staying home would not change that, I decided to go back to the house I grew up in and spend the weekend.

- So, how's the job hunting? – she asked, reaching for the meat bowl and dumping it with the garlic and onions.

- I've been to some interviews this past week. They said they would call. – I answered, leaning on top of the counter and watching her.

- Anything interesting?

- Secretary positions for the most part. – I said, sniffing the aroma that came out of her pot.

- It's gonna be fine, love. And if they don't call, it's because it wasn't the right place for you.

- I suppose. But I still need to pay my rent at the end of month, which is two weeks from now. – I muttered, chuckling a little.

- You know I can talk to your father about it, right?

- I do, mom. Thank you, but I want to do it by myself.

- If you need, just say it. – she concluded, smiling at me.

My mother was the kind of person who would fix the world of she had the power to do so, always caring for everyone else and their problems. She was kind and loving, and didn't let a bad situation sour her good mood.

She was truly an inspiration for me.

- I'll remember, mom. Thank you.

Setting the table as she finished with the meal, I took my time with the task. It had been a couple of weeks since I ate her food and my mouth was already watering, but I made sure to place everything in their rightful spot, making sure it was right.

As I finished placing the last bowl on the table, my phone started ringing on top of the counter. Checking it, I didn't recognize the number, but took the call nonetheless.

- Hello?

- Kim Nari? – asked a vaguely familiar voice.

- Yes?

- This is Song Minji from Jeon's.

Oh my heart! She called!

- Yes, Miss Song. How are you doing?

- I'm fine, thank you. I'm calling because of your interview.

- Mm-Hmm.

- Are you still available for the position? – she asked, and I almost had a heart attack.

- Yes, certainly. – I answered, trying to hold back the nervous laughter that wanted to come out.

- Miss Kim I must say, you were not my first choice for the job. But the first person I called wasn't available on Saturdays and the other had to leave exactly at five in the afternoon to get her son somewhere. – she said, a pen tapping on a desk somewhere in the background. – And since you said those wouldn't be a problem for you, you might be my best option right now.

Well, did it matter she wasn't going to choose me initially? Maybe the odds were finally working to my favor now. Shifting, until it went just right.

- Miss Kim?

- Yes, I'm here. Sorry.

- So, can you start on Monday?

- Monday? Like, the day after tomorrow?

- Yes. We need you to start as soon as possible. Is that a problem?

- No, no problem. Monday sounds perfect. – I said, refraining from jumping around in my mother's kitchen.

- Very good, then. I expect you here at six thirty, since it will be your first day, but your normal time will be at seven, unless you're told otherwise. As for clothing, any variations of what you had on at the interview should work. Simple dresses or skirts will be fine. You don't have to wear high heels if you don't want to, but don't wear sneakers.

Hmm, okay.

- When you come in on Monday, Jisoo will give your access card and badge at the entrance. Come to the same floor we met last time and I'll take you around. – she listed, her voice all controlled and professional. – Any questions?

- No, Miss Song. I'll see you Monday, then.

- Monday it is. Good day, Miss Kim.

- Good day. – I whispered, listening as she ended the call and smiling like an idiot.

- What is it? – asked my mother, eyeing me expectantly.

- I got a job. – I mumbled, grinning.

- Oh, that's amazing. – she said, circling the counter and giving me a hug. – Where did you get hired?

- Jeon's.

- No! Really? – she asked, cupping my face in her hands. – I'm so proud of you.

- It's a temporary job as a secretary, mom. – I stated, still smiling.

- But you're in, that's what matters. – she concluded, kissing my cheek. – We're celebrating later.

- Mom, there's no need ...

- Of course there is. My daughter got a job in a famous company.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm, and was forced to agree.

- You could help me shop for some clothes, perhaps? – I wielded.

- It's settled, then. – she stopped for a second, listening to my father's car stopping in the garage. – Go help you dad so we can have lunch.

Walking out of the kitchen, I smiled to myself, thinking now things were finally falling into place.

Adult life, here I go.

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