My thoughts are whirling after hearing those words Nilde left. I felt weird after she talks about taking some stuff, and as far as I am concern about Orianna. Especially now that I started caring for her. I even kissed her understanding her farther. What stuns me more is she does kiss me back gently.
Days after on that idea ultimately settles in after long panning those words Nilde said. All I knew was, I will follow Orianna's orders as we both agreed right from the advent returning the favour as she deals with it and I am cool about it.
Today technically is my day-off it been an hour scouring on newspapers to find and have a decent part-time job, aside from being waitress in a tiny restaurant and make some extra cash and I still don't get along with these papers. I decided to go downstairs and grabbed some few bites, to hydrate, recharge and so my brain will working even better.
We do taking parts and a role to keep up living in this crazy world but the best part is to thrive for me it sounds elegant and classy for a young woman.
After the day, I finally came to my senses. A big ruling in my life, taking baby steps by leaving my parents' house that I shouldn't in the first place but it came more and more toxic. I don't have a choice but to leave for my good, even if it is my family I'm sure they will understand the word of self-growth they will come around eventually. It still lingers me or the kind of relationships with them as a member of a family, we all do have a sort of a role to be taken part with and that role occurred down.
It is like a curse bound by blood and cannot escape even on single-trial not even once. A miserable life, like
hell
I didn't sign up for? I was a baby when it happens cant make
decisions
... Funny thoughts of me... but at least now I'm taking a step into my journey.
A deep sigh. Time that I decided to take my part to start caring for myself, looking after myself. I don't ask for help emotionally or any support system. I don't like to invest my time in that miserable relationship. Even if my elder sister, who's also married and busy.
It seems to me I'm on my own person now, well hell yeah... and unfortunately I bump into a limo, and I am lucky the owner didn't freak out. Because the fact she didn't see the damage I caused, but I still felt sorry that I didn't mean to.
Yes, it's my fault, and I didn't pay any attention to whose or what's in front of me, or the ideas encircling my mind always float, also anxiety attacks if you knew what I mean. Also, I am reckless and clumsy occasionally; we all do have some part of it.
But lucky on my part, she's not much angry, the least as I anticipated. I'll try to live with that until I end up returning the favor within a month, then I'll get it done. But now I need to have my conveyance sorted out.
A few blocks away from my flat, standing on a food truck parked alongside the streets. Taking large burgers and some huge drinks, tightly held it. When I got my first bite, the moment I tilted my head, I saw signage: Bicycles for Rent. In front of me where I sauntered. A first bite, I can tell; my mouth formed a big circle followed by "awesome!" When it rains, it pours... But this is the irony of being me getting blessed.
* * *
"Good morning, sir, how much do these bicycles cost to rent? I saw the signages outside." Walking in a small patio, I got myself inside his store, where my feet excitedly tugged, and then my eyes filled with all the different types of bicycles arranged consequently.
"What kind of bicycle do you want, young and lovely lady? We have lots here stored for you. You only have to choose, and I'll give the price. Please do take your time," a warm and polite man in his sixties said, wearing his suspenders and a hat. He had blue eyes that were easily noticed.
He flaps his hands to demonstrate to me the way for several bicycles further across the room, and to me, he's saying there's a lot to choose from.
"This one, sir. How much does this one cost?" I held the bar checking.
"Only a few dollars for the first six hours; that's a half-day, but for you, I'll give it five dollars," he said. He smiled and winked.
"Uhh... Okay, sir, I'll take it, "I stuttered.
I was wondering if I should start to be alarmed or if maybe it's a red flag waving in front of me. It seems unusual to squint on some random customers.
"Before anything, you need to log a few details here just in case, and there's a cashier window to pay. No need to worry about maintenance; it's on me," he said. This time he's been serious.
"I was living a few blocks away, sir," I said to him, earning his trust by telling him not to blunder with his bicycles.
"Do you have a job then?" he replied curiously.
"Yes sir, I got two and needed to be there in time," I honestly said to build trust. Deep inside, I am so frantic to have those even for rent.
"So, then we're good," he asked, accepting the receipt.
"Thank you, sir," I politely said.
"It's Fredrek's lovely lady," he said, endeavoring his best and being charmed. Maybe that's how he dealt with his customers; I should leave that way. He's a businessman; he takes care of his customers, but in a creepy manner.
" Wait, " he said, glancing back on him.
"Here are your gears," he said.
" I already have it, sir on my place but ill take the this gloves rather," I said and he shooked hands on me.
" I place a sticker on, with my details if in case something wrong with or have some difficulty using it," he said smiling.
I leave the place, having my newly rented bicycle. I start to marvel what is going on, now I started to felt wishing Orianna.
* * *
"Roman, ah excuse me?" Paused walking in the hallways. Seeing Roman pass through.
"Yes, ma'am, Aya?" he said, walking closely towards her.
"Uhm... last night I saw a girl in the guest room. Who is she?" said whilst crossing her arms on her chest, brows starting to arch.
"A friend of Miss Orianna, ma'am," Roman, sounding polite, responded, clasping his hands on his back.
"Ah... some new friend? Tell me, Roman, how many of them have there been these past few weeks?" Her brows arched again whilst processing herself.
"Lower your voice, Aya; someone might hear you. You must be relaxed," she advised him.
"What's her agreement then?" She motions to grab something in the coat pocket and gently lights a lady's cigar on her hand whilst hearing him.
"Based on the details I have, ma'am, Aya bumped the limo of our dearest Orianna. It looks like she's not the only blind one here, and Orianna, it appeared, she can't suppress this young lady. I hunch they knew each other; instead, she skimped on and offered a job. She calls it to return the favor; that's all I knew," he explained.
"Good... so anything serious with these women for these past few weeks?" She puffed her cigar, playing smoke-blowing with her lips. She even fluttered the ashes on the side.
"The last one, I guess," Roman said, but Aya rolled her eyes and raised her brows hearing those words.
"Which one?" She gazed on him, waiting.
"The one you saw in the guest room, her name was Kisses, I mean Kacey," he calmly said, not looking at Aya. While Roman is suppressing himself as much as possible not to slip any words to her, his commitment confides in Orianna.
A/N:
I hope you find this story engaging. Thank you for the time reading also silent readers; it means a lot.
— M
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