Take Care Of My Heart

Chapter 1

Yeesha's POV

"I think you can't live there for over a month. That Aran is not easy." a middle aged woman who became my instant friend that time. She is a caregiver too but a Thai woman. She knows about my boss. My heart skipped a bit. Aran is not easy. Maybe a cannibal,a maniac or serial killer? I gently shook my head to eradicate the idea.
We are in Bangkok. Our agency is located there and before we were deploy to our respective home,a short orientation is given to us.

"This place is a little bit far from here. It is two hours drive I think. He is a businessman."  She said again.
"Oh,really?"
" yeah, is this your first time to be a caregiver? I can see it in your eyes that you are nervous." she smiled at me.
" yeah, I can't deny that I'm nervous. As what you have told me,I feel a little scared about him."
" I'll give you my phone number so that during your free time,we can talk. I am just a one call away."
" oh thank you. I feel relieved. "
"And,Aran is not outgoing nor a sociable person. His family is an opposite to him."
" You mean to say,he has family?a wife? children? " I asked her. Her eyes widen and became bright. She shook her head.
" no."
" he lives with his family?"
" no. His family,his parents specifically is here in Bangkok. They are filthy rich. 50% of commercial business is owned by Maurer."
" wow. Do you think I am still alive until December? "
She laughed. I look at her with serious face. She softly touched my shoulder.
"Do you have any last words?" she said with a laugh. I also laughed at her.
"Of course."
She is  Chandra. She is 35 years old. She has the Thai characteristics with a brown skinned complexion.
"I'll leave first."
I was there waiting for the time to be deployed.
I am Yeesha Julyenne Dominguez. But everyone will call me Yeesha. I'm 30 years old. I have worked as ESL Online Instructor in the Philippines and in Canada last year. I really want to live in Thailand.
After a couple of minutes,we went there together with my agent.
Two hours going there is not that long. We arrived in a two storey house. It was big and like I was not in my real world.
The house is surrounded with very high concrete walls. When we entered inside, there is a really big fountain in front of the main door.
All people in uniformed went out. They are in forty's maybe. And old couple went out too. The man is wearing a three layered coat and the woman stood confidently with her five inches shoes.
"This is Ms. Yeesha Dominguez,Aran's caregiver."my agent said. I smiled at them.
" Good afternoon" I greeted them all. The couple approached me. The woman has soft image. She was so beautiful.
"Hello,Yeesha, I'm glad to meet you." She hugged me tightly.
It was surprising for me.
After a short talk,my agent left. So the battle starts at this moment. We entered in this mansion.
"Let me give you a little introduction, Yeesha. My son had an accident few weeks ago. He can't walk and needs assistance to everything he wants to do. He is a little depressed so his actions are rude and harsh. I apologize in advance  if he does so. To tell you the truth,Yeesha,we had almost three caregivers who left already because of his personality. I hope you can bare with him until he gets well."
I smiled at her.
"I will do my best,Ma'am." I said to her.
She tapped my shoulder.
"You can do it. How old are you,Yeesha?"
"I'm 30."
"Oh, my son is 33 years old."
His mother is really kind. She talks about his likes and dislikes.
I found out that he doesn't like noisy people. A person who speaks a lot. He doesn't like to eat meat but sometimes he can eat beef but not pork or chicken. He doesn't like broccoli and tomato. But he is not allergic to these foods. He just doesn't like to eat.

This accident made him feel miserable. He can't do whatever he wants. He can't walk anymore because his bone in the leg is still in recovery. It was broken.
While he was shot in the arms and another one in the stomach.

I was stationed near his room. I stayed in this big room with flat screen TV, a small fridge and a Queen sized bed.
I lie down in the bed. My work starts the moment he is awake. By this time,he is still sleeping. I arranged my things in the cabinet.

Aran's POV

I just woke up. I pushed the button which is connected to my care giver's room. The door opened and the woman with a short and brownish hair appeared in front of me. She is not as tall as me. She is wearing a white uniform. There was a hairpin in her hair.
I tried to stand but my leg can't bare the weight of my body. She immediately approached me and hold my arm.
"Don't touch me!" I shouted at her. She immediately got her hands off me.
"By the way,I'm Julyenne Yeesha Dominguez from the Philippines. You can call me Yeesha." She introduced herself even if I'm not asking.
"Whatever just don't forget you don't touch me. Get my clothes I want to take a shower." I said. As if she knew where are my clothes and she really knew.
"Julyenne,help me with this." I told her pointing at the wheelchair. Her face brightened when I called her name.
She pushed me towards the bathroom. I opened the door and--
"Just call me if you need my help."she told me.
" I need you here,of course!" My blood boils when I heard her words.
"What?"
"Do you think I can do it by myself?"
"I can't?"
"What??" I was surprised when she exclaimed that she can't help me."I pay you to help me with this. Are you crazy?"
"I'm not."
"Then why you can't help me with it?"
"Okay,fine. I'm going to help you. Just don't scare me." We went together in the bathroom. She then got my shirt I'm wearing.
"Don't stare!" I said. She pushed my bruise in my arms the reason I scream due to pain.
"What the hell--" I said and then she took off my pants leaving with my boxer. She pointed the shower head to me and the water flows to my head.
"Could you slow down?" I said in between the water. I wiped my face.
She then lathers the soap to my back and then to my chest. Then she rinsed it with water.
" ouch,gentle!" I shouted at her again. But I think she doesn't care anymore.
" I don't think you are a caregiver. You go back to your country tomorrow. " I said and she hit me with the soap.
"Do you know the meaning of caregiver?" I asked again.
" I know."
" you don't know the meaning. You are brutal and sadist caregiver. You didn't give care."
She laughed.
" We should. But you're personality doesn't need care."
After I had bathed,we went out. She combed my long hair.
"We should cut your hair." She said to me. I looked at my hair. It's getting long. She's correct.
"No need. You don't have to suggest. It's my life. You're here to help me not to give suggestions. So you should know where you are."
" Fine."

Chapter 1 has just finished. I hope you like Julyenne and Aran.:)