Stop At You

Ep.2

Today's visitors are quite crowded, many young people in pairs who come to spend their Sunday evenings, because although small, our restaurant is also quite famous among teenagers, as well, in addition to providing a menu that does not drain the bag, we also provide free wifi for each visitor.

"Nad, please take this to table 8 yes, my stomach is sick, I go to the toilet for a while." Said Lia who handed me a tray of food.

"Emm, go." I said.

I also rushed to find table no 8, circulating my hands as carefully as possible because the table number is almost invisible covered by the number of customers who come.

That's it, I finally found it.

"Excuse me madam, please this is your order. Enjoy it." I said handing over the order while smiling as amiably as possible to them.

Just about to waltz away, my steps came to a halt because I heard that someone seemed to be calling my name.

"You're Nadine?". Ask the guy as soon as I look.

"Yes madam, how can I help you?". Reply politely.

"Shun my son, a poor servant like you is not at all worthy of his company. Zayn I'm going to marry the woman of my choice, so from now on don't ever try to get close to her again, or you'll lose everything you have including your pride." Said the man threatening me. The way he looked at me was so demeaning, so this is the reason why Zayn never took me to see his parents, he always said that they were busy and were abroad.

Oh God how stupid I am, I should be self-conscious enough, a poor woman like me would never be worthy to be with a perfect figure like her. He was handsome, smart, also born into a family of officials. As for me, there's nothing to be proud of about my peaceful life.

"Are you deaf, I'm talking to you." Bump the mistress then.

Because the sound is a little loud, we are both the center of attention there, many pairs of eyes are staring at us with confused and curious views.

"Love? Don't talk nonsense!! I know you must want to use my son and take the money. And I'm sure you're the one who teases Zayn so much that he's still with you. A mesh lady like you I would never let into my family."

Forgiving, insults, insults, just kept coming out of the mouth of the middle-aged woman who claimed to be Zayn's mother. I didn't expect it to be that bad his judgment was on me. I am poor, I live in poverty, even a kara. But I still have my pride, and anyone would get angry when another woman scoffs at her as a bitch who teases men like she said.

As much as I could try to hold back my tears, I didn't want to be considered weak by her. If indeed staying away from Zayn can make the man and his family happy, then I will sincerely do it.

"Well madam, if it can make Zayn happy, I'll go, I'll stay away from him." Jaksapku.

"And you should know, I'm not that bad. All this time I sincerely love your son, never took advantage of even taking a penny of his money. Even though I am poor, I still have my pride. So please don't judge me like that." My welcome.

"How much worth? This way? This way? Or this?". His mouth again while throwing dozens of currencies right in my face. What is this temptation God? Is it wrong for a poor girl like me to fall in love with a man as perfect as Zayn? Do I sin if I love her, wish to have her?.

Now many pairs of eyes were looking at us, and with how much the big lady threw her money at me, enough, I did not want to be stepped on again.

"Stop ma'am, I don't need your money at all. As you wish, I'll be gone from Zayn's life. Then excuse me, there's a lot of work." I said and hurried back to my cashier's desk.

Long periods there would only make me sicker, it was never thought that such a kind and gentle Zayn would have a mother like her. It's so much different.

If leaving is the best path for us, with a heavy heart I will do it. Whatever it is, you're happy.

TBC.

Don't forget to leave a trail of friends.