After the reception, we stopped by to where she was staying; she needs to prepare herself quickly due to a an unclear schedule. The management just suddenly insisted that she needs to report and take that her shit that night, (I forgot to tell that the restaurant shuts down but the inn business was still operating). She did have that much rest but even though she’s tired she quickly changes her clothes and we rode a taxi going to her workplace. She was already late for her shift but she still insisted to show up and as for me I’m hoping that they will give her a consideration; though I have a strong feeling that they won’t so I stay with her, making sure that she’ll be fine and they won’t say anything bad against her,, i don’t know why but there’s a part of me that say I need to.
Well they told her that they were dismissed when they closed the restaurant and it was something clear but we’re just surprised that why does she need to report and why are they saying that she was scheduled for that shift were in fact, we thought that they don’t need her anymore. Though it was unclear, she still showed up, and that’s what important that time and it was something that I admire about her; she can forgive that she tried to forget what happened when they closed the restaurant, and showed up just like it never happened; maybe she still cares about the company, and what does she get in return, judgement and things like she can’t perform her duties well.
The boss came and caught me there and started to tease but I didn’t react and thank God they’re tired and she went to her room upstairs and leave Apple alone.
For some reasons. There’s a part of me that I can’t just leave her, so just to make an alibi to have some reasons, just to be with her, I ask more question about her and as it gets deeper she’s starting to cry that she can’t hide those anymore. Realized how really tough she was, that she survived those scary things. I can feel the pain but still stuck and don’t even know how to start comforting her. To most of the people, it was a normal thing how to comfort someone; but for me, I don’t have that in me, maybe it was something that I didn’t experience from home so I grew up like a cold person. I care but I just know how to show. I just stare at her and hoped that she can read what does my eyes say, something that I want to say, words to make her feel stronger and stop crying. She took a quick nap, though it was hard for me to leave, I need to get home and be ready for the next day