I woke up early. I brought an extra bag of white t-shirts and jeans so I could go straight to the bakery later.
I went down and went straight to the kitchen. Mama is already cooking food.
"Good Morning Ma."
"Sit. I made some cookies for you.”She doesn't seem stressed now.
"Mah, I'll start to my work later. Maybe I'll be home at nine o'clock."
She sat down in front of me.
"Are you sure about that ? Maybe you'll neglect your studies?" She asked worriedly.
I looked at our electricity bill hanging on our fridge. Those three bills, if we haven't paid yet, we will be cut off of electricity.
I really realized that .. papa really left us.
"No, you are my inspiration to be strong.We have a lot of expenses ma. We don't have any money anymore. "I said.
"I can apply as my friend's secretary."
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it ma."
After I ate I cleaned myself up and went out.
As usual, the sun was high. The wind blows my hair.
Damon wearing a white round neck t-shirt and a jeans. His eyebrow furrowed while texting.
He leaned in his fancy car and put his cellphone in his pocket. His gaze landed on a bag I was carrying.
We're both silent until...
"What's the bag for?" he asked while driving. He was looking at the road seriously.
He looked so ruthless and barbarous. His abs were obvious on his white shirt.
"My clothes." I answered shortly.
He didn't know I had a job.
"Clothes?" He turned to me."Because my work started this afternoon so I brought it."
His lips parted. There was anger in his eyes. He quickly stopped the car on the side of the road. If without the seatbelt maybe I would have stumbled!
My chest rose suddenly.
"Work?"
"Y-yes."
I was stunned when he hit the steering wheel.
Shit! Why is he angry?
"You didn't tell me!"
I don’t know what to answer. I knew he would be angry but I knew he would feel sorry for me. And I don’t want that to happen.
"Because I know you won't let me. Besides, we need money Damon! I need money because I'm studying." I took a deep breath and he kept looking at me.
He turned away, clenching his jaw.
"But I don't want you to work."
"Damon, papa doesn't supporting us anymore. He has another family. Mama is sick! Do you think I'll let her work? I need to earn!"
I don't want to say this but I have no choice.
His jaw tightened
"How much was your day there? What kind of job?"
"Three hundred.Cashier at the bakery."
Frustration filled his face.
"You work for me. I'll give you more money."
I chuckled mockingly."What job?"
"Just kiss me all the time." He smiled mischievously.
I was immediately taken aback.Damon and I even argued about that. But in the end he didn't do anything either.
Our class went well but now they gave us another payslip to pay for the exam.
"If I could just lend you."
We are now on the bench in front of the soccerfield.
"I already have a job. So I can pay." I told Ruru about our situation and about my work.
"What's the matter with you and Damon? You're always together ah." she ask, there's a wicked smile on her lips.
I snorted. "I don't know." I don't know because all of a sudden like are this.
It's like a boom! This is how we are.
"What don't you know? You two kissing! He's about to kill the men around you! Then you don't know? Wow ha! Amazing!"
She said exaggeratedly.
"I don't know! There's no courtship right?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Duh? Are you Maria Clara? Courting is'nt Damon's things! He wants you right away!"
"I don't know Ru .."
"It's simple Zands. Ask him."
Ask him? She thinks I can? That's the problem I have no guts to ask.
In the afternoon I immediately got dressed. I wore a white v-neck shirt and a fitted jeans. I combed my long hair.
I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I couldn't wait for .Damon and I immediately went to Sweetsbakery.
So this is it! I can do this!
I was introduced to my colleagues never mind there are five of us here.
I'm the cashier. Claudette the saleswoman, Flora assigned to the drinks, Andress the cleaner, and Camille to serve.
The next day was still so different only there was no Damon to come after me. Even text is nothing.
I have prepared myself for this. I knew he wasn’t mine and he's busy.
The day ended quickly without Damon presence.
At work many people buy cakes. There are many orders of drinks so even though I am a cashier I help to serve.
And because the wall of Sweetbakery is made of glass, I can see the man entering .
A leaned man with a woman in her 30’s holding a child who I think is two years old will now enter here.
My eye landed on the Gucci bag of the woman I knew was so expensive. The cellphone is expensive. And she has an expensive jewelry that I know dad bought.
My heart throbbed with anger and hatred. All this time? He's in Manila? But he never showed up for us! He didn't even give us support!
My heart ached immediately.
They look so happy together. And the kid looks just like dad!
They look so happy while we are suffering.
Dad and I caught sight of each other. His smile faded.
During the two years he was abroad I wanted nothing more than to hug him when we meet again. I miss the care of a father so much. But now? I do not know.
He's happy and healthy. While mama is very stressed and sick.
He avoided looking at me .... little by little I became depressed.
I don’t seem to have seen anyone else. I hear nothing else. I feel my own anger.
The woman pointed the cake to him. After a while, papa took the cake and told the woman something so she came out first.
He slowly approached me..with the cake. I was also slowly being crushed.
I immediately shed tears as he was in front of me. I could see the criticism in his eyes. He immediately reached for a thousand. He paid for the cake.
He reached out again a lot of money that I know are huge amounts.
My hand trembled. The busy people are unaware of what is happening to us and papa.
"Take it. " He said in a full voice.
I took it in trembling hand.
"Thank you..papa."
"Don't ever call me papa again." He immediately left and my tears fall.
I feel sorry for my mother and myself. How did dad do this to us? Are we that easy to forget?