Chapter 1: "He is Rich"

Juanita

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Swara's   Pov :

                         I have been staring at my reflection in the mirror for the past ten minutes.. I looked sad but tears refused to spill out of my eyes.. I hate crying over everything. I have cried for 15 years and there was no one to help me out and this year I have decided not to waste my tears.. This year I will strive to end my struggles.  I looked around my surrounding the dusty old bathroom in the cafe I was working lacked oxygen and I was beginning to feel suffocated that I had no choice but to step out and face my world.. 

                       As expected there he was standing outside waiting for me with his trademark scowlface . He hates me and well the feeling are mutual indeed.. He would have expected me to be crying after the way he shouted at me today.. All I asked for an hour permission next week Monday.. Just an hour and he decided to show who is the boss by shouting at me non stop.  If this was last year I would have met his expectations but not today.. I returned back his scowl with an scowl of my own that shut him up and made him look away.. Being nice is not meant for this world.. I should know it better since I wasted most of my life being nice.. I started at my mobile.. It was my most treasured possession.. Because I brought it with my hard earned money.. And there was only two msg and both of them were from my sister.. I didn't have to open them to know what it contains.. It must be just be a list of things I need to buy her with my hard earned money.. She won't ask father because she have me.. Her personal money Bank.. And if I failed to buy them then she will surely complain about it to my dad and we'll he doesn't like me  so he would list out all the things he brought for me.. The poor little orphan who had nobody.. I have heard the speech far too many times and I don't want to hear it once again..And because he spent so much on me.. He decided my salary belongs to him and his laddoo(the nickname for my sister). Well sue me I love wallowing in my sad life.. And to escape from it I got two option.. One was the coward way, a way I refuse to choose not because I am brave but because I deserve better.. I didn't suffer for this long to die this soon.. That leaves me with one choice marry an rich guy.. I got my reasons don't judge me if you haven't lived my life.. 

                        My thoughts and pity party were rudely interrupted when the rusty door in the cafe opened to reveal my new customer of the day.. And looking at him I only thought of one thing he is rich.. He walked in as if he owned the place.. But something was unusual about him.. Not even once he looked away from me .. He was starting at me for the last five minutes but I got to know the reason when scowl face remainded me I have yet to give me the menu card. I was the only waitress for the whole Cafe . I quickly grabbed the one menu card that was less torn over the other and walked upto his table.. I honestly don't have an clue what he is doing in this shop.. Come on the one reason this place runs is because of its location.. It near an high school and we all know high school kids pocket money is not  much and with no choice they spend it all here.. So forgive me for being surprised when an rich guy decided to visit this Cafe.. 

                        I walked up to him and gave him the menu card.. He didn't even look at it before ordering. I almost would have laughed when he asked for the chef special . Like Really.  The cafe menu consists of few drinks that it.. And I simply nodded and walked away.. Even Rico the cook was amused by the order.. He simply started at me if I asked something amusing.. I just told him to make his favourite and hope the rich guy likes it.. And all the awhile I know he was still looking at me.. This caused me to be bit uncomfortable after awhile..  But when I placed the order to his table he thanked me and smiled at me.. That was weird he is definitely not in his right mind, why would he smile at me.. .. Then few high school teenagers walked in and one look at him they all went googly eyes if you could believe me.. They kept staring at him as if he is an celebrity.. Yeah I get it he looked handsome and we'll from the looks of it he is rich but I don't get why would people immediately fawn over it.. But when have I ever understood high schoolers.. 

                                       After what was 30 minutes of staring and an drink that I was sure he didn't even drink.. He asked for the bill. A brief glance at his wallet while he took out some bills to pay for the drink. I knew I was right.. He sure is rich . And once he walked out I was quite surprised by the generous tip but what surprised me more was the small piece of paper.. In the small paper an cell no was scribbled with an call me.. I started at it as if I can't believe it.. Why would he want me to call him.. He could have girls Falling over him and he left his no for me.. I  decided he was an Casanova who would hit on any girl and try his luck.. Well I don't want to be just any girl for an rich guy.. I want to be the girl for him.. Well I can't waste my time on an Casanova yet I pocketed the paper in my purse and walked back home once my shift ended.. 

                                            I reached my home and was greeted by another scowl face belonging to my sister.. I ignored her pestering and headed back to my room.. Soon or later I had to answer her back and I didn't want to do it now.. But it was sooner because my drunken dad made his way back home earlier and his laddoo complained about how I forget to buy her something.. I could hear his angry shout in my room... And I ignored it as well.. Till there was loud bang in my door..which I couldn't ignore anymore.. I faced his wrath once he saw my face.. Well it was not new and I didn't let it affect me.. I headed back down to make dinner once he finished.. And during dinner once again I found myself wishing I was anywhere but here.. I usually tune out of my dad ramblings but today it annoyed me.. He had the audacity to blame me for everything that was wrong with his life.. And after the dinner was over I headed back to my room.. My heaven a place where I can be away from all my problems.. At that moment I needed an distraction and even if it with an Casanova I didn't mind.. I grabbed that paper from my purse and dialled him.. Time to turn my charm mode.. Time to be fake.. Because at  time's like that I really forget the real me.. Fake me is so cool.. Fake me is what I need right now.. 

P. S:Let me know your feedback. I need to know them to decide if I should continue  or not.. 

Love 

Nita 

NitaReid2017-03-08 12:26:57