Kairen

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"People only know you when their lives burn from the same place." ✨
-marcus aurelius

After I flushed the toilet, I poured some bleach into it and waited.  My eyes found her as the heeled woman entered, but I was pulled over without watching too much.

"Ew, the smell of bleach made my nose leak!"  The timbre of her voice was so strange that she was not full of sincerity.  What did they expect me to do?  Not everyone was making their toilet appropriately and looking at the edges to see if there's anything,ignoring and not throwing the toilet paper into the trash.  Some did not even flush (!)

I wrinkled my face when the woman was hiding and entering one of the toilets.  Although the bleach disturbed me in the first days, then I got used to this situation.  Actually, I wasn't doing this because I needed this job;  I had only decided that I wanted to understand people one night, and from that day on, I stepped into different lives and tried new things.  So I was stepping out of the comfort zone.

There were more people doing this job because it wasn't the case.  I also noticed one thing that the people who did this job were older and middle age group than young people.  Most of the young people did not fit in doing this job.  But those who had people who would think other than themselves in their life were not ashamed of this job and were doing everything to earn bread money.  Of course, generalization was not true in any case;  exceptions were in any case.

When I entered such a random job, I would sometimes resign, find an excuse, get myself fired, or go into the trial process, and then I would say that I couldn't do it.  Because I think it was enough for a few days, a week or more to understand people ... At least I thought so.

After cleaning the bathroom, I changed myself and threw myself out.  It was dark and the wind was blowing.  I gathered my arms on my chest and looked around, yet Ozan had not arrived.  Ozan was my cousin and we lived together for more than a year.  Of course also with Golge uncle and Beste aunty ... For some reason, I lost my parents a year and a half ago.  They both died in a plane crash, and I had somehow finished that process.  As a result, losing the family at the age of sixteen was heavy to people;  For me, adolescence seemed more suitable for depression.  At least it was for me.

I mean, I actually understood people who had a mother and father, and those who had no mother and father.  I had both the joy of being with them and the sadness of losing them.

In fact, I was not such a strange person.  I'm an eighteen-year-old, innovative, leading-spirited, strong girl.  I was thrown into social media from adolescence, forced myself to learn something and started to make money.  I was economically free at this age;  I owe it to what my parents left me, the books I wrote, the work I did on social media, and the part time work I did.  Coming to my look, I'm a pretty girl, blonde, that everyone finds attractive.  But I did not like to have people who are only interested in my appearance ...

I had a lot of flaws that people wouldn't love me for those.  After all, no one was as perfect as it looked.  I already loved myself despite all my flaws and bad habits.  As it's supposed to be...

"Kairen!"  When I heard him shout, my gaze found him.

"If you had come in the morning, I would have waited for you."  I said in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't exaggerate I am only five minutes late."  Ozan said, rolling his eyes.  He lived with me and always had a good time.  I loved him like my brother, most importantly, we understood each other and shared our secrets.

I put my hoodie on my head and started walking with him.  "Have you prepared your luggage?"  I asked, looking at him.  We were going to izmir tomorrow, we had changed schools.  This was our excuse and our other excuse was to go to a separate house.  So living apart from the adults ..

"Yeah."  said.  Ozan was quite handsome compared to his peers.  Although men with a beard and a smooth face do not fit my eye type, I think Ozan looked attractive.  Already the girls in school had confirmed this to date.  He was quite looking little than his age because he had his hair cut, he had a weak and normal body rather than a muscular body.  Unlike a serious facial expression, he was very funny.  He was also interested in history from inside to outside and was constantly looking for scientific things.  I was fascinated by such habits because for some reason I did not find reading and researching history interesting.  "You did smart work and prepared it before and I shouldn't have left it to the last day."

"Well, here they always say listen to the words of the elders."  I said with a smug expression.  He rolled his eyes and looked at me.

"Let me remind Kairen that we are the same age."

I laughed.  "Fortunately this is done. Even if I wear gloves, I can smell bleach from my hands."

"You have no right to complain, miss," said Ozan, putting his hands in his pocket.  "You do it willingly. My dad thinks you're hanging out at your friend's house. And Kairen is cleaning the toilet."  Suddenly he laughed.  "Normally teenagers in our age are going out and making out with people. And our girl is making out with bleach."

he accompanied me when I suddenly laughed on my lips.  "I am writing all this experiences to my book. Accept it was a good idea."

"But it's risky and tiring."

"Meh, sometimes we have to get out of the comfort zone."

"You are persuading that I will not get out of the comfort area regarding love life, but you are making the mother of comfort cry from such things. Well done."

My love life ... There was nothing.  For the last three years.  Some people did not have a boyfriend in their lifetime, which is quite normal, after all.  But oddly enough, I don't like someone, I can't love someone and I can't flirt.  Even though I was in touch with social media, I never liked correspondence.

And taking someone into my life was definitely getting out of the comfort zone for me.  There was nothing as comfortable as being alone.

Of course, only people who managed to be self-sufficient like me could say.

"Skip me a summary."  Ozan said, breaking the brief silence.  "How was this one week? Rather than cleansing the shit of the people, of course."

"I don't know, but I think it's hard work. Every job has difficulties, I was being overwhelmed by seeing shit and pee. Think about it, everybody does not flush as if they don't flush at home.  . "  I said in a flat voice. I can't complain because I chose to do that.

What about those who do this job by necessity?

"People are doing this to take home money."  said Ozan

"Exactly," I said, breathing out.  "Especially some people who see themselves from the sky are talking about the smell of bleach, they keep the tap unnecessarily open. Then there are people looking at me with sore eyes." I shook my head.  "Someone is doing this when you don't get educated they said to me, you are cleaning up the shit of the nation." Of course I didn't open my mouth, then it was in young girls who were humiliating just because I was cleaning. So the miles are strange. "

"It is easy to speak when a man's burning life is not his own."

"Exactly," I said.  "A person doesn't really understand anything unless he lives, does it himself."

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