When They have Heart and Money

Confusions 2

Getting a job. At a five star hotel. I had not expected the job to be a five star rest for myself, but the amount of work I had to do still exceeded the calculations I had in my brain. My hands would pain from brewing coffee all day long. There were three machines and all of them would toil along with me to fulfill the demands of the customers. Working felt like I was being a slave of their wills.

I didn't have time to deliver them, so my helpers would do so while I would continue to prepare some.

I had never thought that there were so many rich people who lived and visited such a place so often.

It was exhausting. Very very exhausting. The area didn't have any cabs around nor did it have any bus stations. I had to walk about a kilometre to get to the nearest bus station. The week had then become a long busy run and weekends were my only hope. I think I would have died without weekends then.

I woke up to my blaring alarm inducing me away from sleep. My eyes were feeling a burn. But I had to go. I quickly took a shower and changed into my uniform. There was a feeling nagging me in the back of my head that I was forgetting something.

I reached the hotel and put my belongings into my locker. It was then that my empty locker reminded me of my in case outfit. I had forgotten to bring along some spare clothes. I sighed and closed the locker, smacking my head so that I could keep it in my mind until next time.

"Coffee, room 4604."

"Alright," I confirmed. I brewed it quickly and walked over to the serving window for my helper to carry it over.

"Asteria, I'm so sorry but can you please take this one. I gotta go take a shit."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah sure." and she left. I had forgotten to ask her name. I reminded myself to ask her name later. It was weird when everyone around knew my name and I didn't know theirs. I took the sliding table and left on my own.

I reached room 4604 and realised that it was the same room I had delivered my second order to when I saw the same painting again. The very exquisite, lovely painting. There was something enchanting about it. It's solemness, it's emptiness, the dark background and yet the blooming flowers seemed to tell me that it couldn't be sad always. At some point, life would be beautiful like those fresh blooming flowers.

The door opened before I could knock and once again I realised that I had lost my attention.

This painting sways my thoughts way too much.

As soon as I saw him, I began to stare in his eyes. They were really a beautiful pair of brown eyes. "Your coffee, bodyguard," I told him smiling.

"Are you really that stupid or do you pretend to be so?"

"What do you mean," I said, a little hurt and angry because of the bitterness he had used in his tone.

"Never mind. You can leave,"he said and closed the door.

Why did he have to be like that?

I was really sad when he talked to me like that. All I could feel was that I was trash and nothing else.

"So you've already got an enemy huh?"

Speak of the devil.

Hannah was here.

"Well I had many since I was born," the cruel sentence brought me back to reality. My own words were feeling very harsh to me right now. There really were no family or friends I could look to. All I had was Anna. My only family and my only friend. I felt a need to call her immediately but then I couldn't.