Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 04 ~ Fired

"Where's Unlucky Bride?" ask a student who came from another class. Faylan who was sitting on a chair while reading a book instantly raised her face, she was startled when all the disciples pointed at her.

"Take me off!" Faylan mutinies when dragged by force to get to the roof of the school building. Many students also watched.

"What do you guys want to do? Unhand me!" faylan shouted trying to escape. But, his strength was not enough to fight against the disciples who swarmed him.

"Go and never come to this school again!" his firmness made Faylan smile wryly, he was no longer in revolt.

"You are ugly and disgusting, sold, bought, then made Unlucky Bride. You were born to be unlucky. Damn bearers can't be in this school!" approved by other students.

"What right do you have to forbid me from going to school?" ask Faylan boldly.

"My father was an investor in this school."

"Then ask your father to get me out of this school. Wh why? You're scared because my husband is also an investor in this school?" faylan did not want to lose. He knew Allison was also one of the biggest investors in his school.

Plaque!

One slap landed on Faylan's left cheek, the pain and heat Faylan tried to hold. He deliberately smiled tilted so as not to look weak in front of the bullies.

"You're just an Unlucky Bride. You think young master Allison cares about being ugly like you?" wrathful snapping.

"Get out of school or we'll all make you suffer!" continued again.

Faylan's lips trembled while holding back tears from escaping. He is still determined to look strong so as not to be more oppressed. "You know I'm an Unlucky Bride. What do I care about suffering? I'm not afraid to lose my life if I take revenge" Faylan threatened to get the two students to release him.

"Unlucky Bride's base shit carrier!" their taunts gradually leave Faylan alone on the roof of his school building.

Faylan dropped her rough body when all the disciples had left her. The tears that he had just shed were now flowing. "When will I live like this God?"

How not to get tired? The school he currently attends is his third new school. Faylan attended a popular school in Oesteria for a scholarship. But, Faylan decided to move because he was tired of being bullied.

However, changing schools does not make it free from bullying. But at least the bully he received this time was not as bad as it was done while in the first and also second schools.

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Faylan did not return home from school, but went to work part-time at a fast food restaurant that is quite famous in the city of Oesteria. When it arrived, Faylan changed clothes quickly. He was immediately busy with various jobs without having time to eat lunch first.

Because it has entered the lunch hour, the restaurant was enlivened by many visitors who came to change. There were so many orders that Faylan had to deliver to every table. Faylan works with a mask, which is why no one recognizes that he is an Unlucky Bride.

"Aw!" shouted hysterically a visitor who was hit by a hot coffee flush that Faylan accidentally dropped because of a slip.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean it" Faylan said, apologizing.

Bruk!

Faylan's body fell to the floor after being pushed violently by a man who was none other than the husband of a woman who was hit by a coffee flush.

"You think your apology can make my wife's face not blister! I'll sue you and this restaurant if anything happens to my wife's face!" he threatened to take his wife to the hospital.

All the visitors looked at Faylan with condescending gazes. One of them approached and extended his hand to Faylan. Faylan looked up, looking at a middle-aged man wearing a suit.

Hearing the call, Faylan immediately stepped into the room of Mr. Liam who was none other than the restaurant manager. Before knocking on the door, Faylan let out a long sigh first as he had already guessed what would happen next.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Lake in!" sounds good from inside the room. Faylan turned the unlocked door algae, then went inside.

"Come here!" tell Mr. Liam with a frown. Faylan approached and stood in front of Mr. Liam who remained seated on his singe.

"You know what your mistake was?" Faylan nodded in response.

"Then go, you're fired!" .

Faylan's body trembled violently, again and again she endured her cries. It was hard for him to take off the only job willing to accept him. However, he is aware of the mistakes he has made.

"Don't expect a salary, because your salary this month will be used to compensate the hospital costs of visitors that you hurt," he continued, Faylan cussed the carelessness he did.

"Other than you wait? Go away or you'll be in jail!" the snarl made Faylan leave immediately. Before exiting the restaurant, Faylan took his bag in a drawer, then went to the bathroom and changed clothes.

In the bathroom, Faylan was crying. He was sad because he had to give up losing sweat and even blood for a month. Faylan was very hopeful because today he should have received his salary. But, what happened was exactly the opposite. Not only did he lose the salary he had been waiting for, but he also lost the only job he had.

Satisfied with crying until his eyes swelled up, Faylan immediately came out of the bathroom. He only realized that his palms also blistered due to hot coffee.

Arriving outside the restaurant, Faylan turned around, staring at the restaurant that had been his income field. Faylan confused where to look for a job again? While he needed a lot of money for the medical expenses of his younger brother who was lying helplessly in the hospital and his school fees. In addition, Faylan also had many children of the orphanage that he had to live.

"Good afternoon Miss Faylan," said someone stopping Faylan's footsteps. Faylan raised his gaze, looking at the man in a suit who previously wanted to help him while at the restaurant.

"Who are you?" ask Faylan beware.

"This is my business card, I'd like to offer a job for Miss Faylan. Miss can think first, contact me immediately if you have made a decision," he said, holding out a business card. Faylan looked at the card doubtfully.

"Take it," he said, forcibly giving his card to Faylan. The man in neat clothes just left. Faylan looked at his back in wonder.

"I found him," the middle-aged man's inner self with a terrible grin rising on his thin lips.

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Allison Jois Afson

Faylan Laurentika Plavius