Shattered

Six

Vanity.

Everything in this life is all...

Vanity.

The house, fame, clothes, wealth, cars...

They're all Vanity.

I think what kills a man most is vain things.

Greed...

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It's been over one week now since I got a brand new phone.

Yes, you got that right.

The gift my sisters bought was a phone.

It wasn't an android phone but it was ok at least I could answer calls with it and do mini Facebook.

I've been so happy and excited about my new phone.

It could browse online although it couldn't do WhatsApp or Instagram, Snapchat, snap cool pictures but it was enough for me at the moment.

But mom was slightly upset with me for wasting her pop corn yesterday.

Here's what happened.

I had just finished my breakfast when I stood up to attend to the next customer only to find out he was an admirer.

Here's how our conversation went:

"Good afternoon," I greeted politely.

"Babe, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, how may I help you," I switch over to business immediately.

"I like you," he said, "you're very beautiful."

I groaned inwardly.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"I will like us to be friend," he said.

"Oh really!" I feign ignorance, "that's so nice of you but I don't think it's necessary."

"Of course, it is," he states, "I can be of help to you."

"Oh in what way?" I questioned.

He wouldn't dare.

"I can help in uhm stocking up this place with goods," he replied.

Aah! He dared to say that.

"Excuse me but who the fuck asked you to stock up this place?"  I asked keeping my temper in check.

"Oh come on," he waved me off, "I know a beautiful girl like you don't want to stay in this dump selling something under the sun."

"Get out!"

He ignored me and continued.

"I can spend on you, treat you like a queen and give you everything you want".

By this time I was raging mad.

And I had a very bad temper.

Add that to the fact he called our shop a dump and ignored me when I asked him to leave.

And he was still fucking talking.

"I just got back from the States few days ago and I've observed you well and decided to spoil you," he continued.

I took a good look at the guy that just got back from America.

He was short, like I was taller than him, bald hair, dark in complexion, fat with pot belly and a disgusting beard.

In all, he was ugly and I hated him.

"Get the fuck out of my fucking shop!" I yelled.

He stared at me for a brief second and said, "Nne, there's no need for you to play hard to get I know you need me."

That was it.

The last straw.

I grabbed a spoon full of hot pop corn and poured on his head.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out."

And he scurried away.

So I was at home today because mom said with my temper I'll waste more of her pop corn although she confronted the stupid guy and warned him to stay away from me.
Feeling very bored as I thought of whom to call.
I went to my bag where I stored pieces of papers filled with numbers and dialed one.

"Hello," the voice said over the phone.

"It's Nuella."

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A/N:

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