Mark sat at the chair in the living room as Madam Chong made a cup of hot coffee for him. "You are Jasmine's colleague huh?"
"Yes auntie, we work together."
"You look familiar, have I seen you before?"
"Erm... yes I think it was a few months ago."
"Oh, no wonder." said Madam Chong, "so how is work?".
"It, okay. Not too bad but we're quite short handed now." replied Mark as he took a sip of the warm coffee, savoring it. No one had ever made coffee for him in the morning, and this was a first. It felt good.
"But sometimes, it really tough.. just me, her and a few other staff."
"You're still young, you should be able to take it. How old are you?"
"Oh I'm 24 auntie, not really getting any younger."
:"Sigh, better than an old woman like me... I thought you own the shop anyway."
"Nono auntie, I'm not the boss" said Mark and then he paused for a moment before saying, "If only I am."
"It okay, you're still capable just like Jasmine.. but haiya this daughter of mine is stubborn and short tempered."
"Well, I think she's changing for the better, she's not that bad." Mark commented as he took one last sip and put the cup back down on the table beside him, taking one last glance at the kids.
"Anyway thanks for the coffee auntie, I'm going to work soon and oh thanks for the toothbrush, I'd visit you again when I'm free!"
"You're welcomed." Madam Chong smiled, and proceeded to send Mark off.
Mark, smiled back, said his farewells and walked towards the lift.
Later on in the afternoon, Jasmine woke up to see her daughters, Patricia and Lucius watching the television out at the living room. The kids, thrilled to see their mom awake greeted her. "good morning mummy!! why you wake up so late?!" cried Patricia the elder sister.
"Mummy I love youuuu!!" said Lucius the youngest as she ran to her mother and gave her a peck on the cheeks.
"I love you too Lucius." Jasmine smiled, giving her daughter a hug.
"Then me leh mummy??" Patricia said, mischievously.
"Haiya, you went drinking again last night huh is it?!" Madam Chong walked in, unhappy with her daughter's behavior.
"Ma, I just went celebrating with some friends because my colleague's leaving soon!" replied Jasmine, annoyed.
Jasmine and her mother had always been at loggerheads despite loving each other, they had afterall no one but each other to depend on. For them, it was a love hate relationship.
"Patricia!! Be nice to your sister and let her play with the computer okay?!" Jasmine shouted as Patricia nudged her little sister aside, who was as anxious as her to play with the pink computer filled with 'My Melody' decals.
Mark in the meantime, was already at work in the restaurant at Far East Plaza , focused as he fried Chu Ka Chahan(a Chinese inspired Japanese fried rice) at the stove. And as he poured the finished fried rice into a red plastic Japanese styled ricebowl, his mind began to wander, returning to what happened the previous night.. the touch of Jasmine's smooth skin, the taste of her vagina, his hands traveling down below her thighs followed by flashes of them making passionate love. Those thoughts made him smile, yet at the same time he felt uneasy. Something else was bothering him but he just couldn't say what was amiss.
It was already 4.05PM as he looked at his phone, a silver Samsung SGH-Z720. He had sent her an SMS earlier when he left and till now there hadn't been a reply.
...to be continued.
"Yes auntie, we work together."
"You look familiar, have I seen you before?"
"Erm... yes I think it was a few months ago."
"Oh, no wonder." said Madam Chong, "so how is work?".
"It, okay. Not too bad but we're quite short handed now." replied Mark as he took a sip of the warm coffee, savoring it. No one had ever made coffee for him in the morning, and this was a first. It felt good.
"But sometimes, it really tough.. just me, her and a few other staff."
"You're still young, you should be able to take it. How old are you?"
"Oh I'm 24 auntie, not really getting any younger."
:"Sigh, better than an old woman like me... I thought you own the shop anyway."
"Nono auntie, I'm not the boss" said Mark and then he paused for a moment before saying, "If only I am."
"It okay, you're still capable just like Jasmine.. but haiya this daughter of mine is stubborn and short tempered."
"Well, I think she's changing for the better, she's not that bad." Mark commented as he took one last sip and put the cup back down on the table beside him, taking one last glance at the kids.
"Anyway thanks for the coffee auntie, I'm going to work soon and oh thanks for the toothbrush, I'd visit you again when I'm free!"
"You're welcomed." Madam Chong smiled, and proceeded to send Mark off.
Mark, smiled back, said his farewells and walked towards the lift.
Later on in the afternoon, Jasmine woke up to see her daughters, Patricia and Lucius watching the television out at the living room. The kids, thrilled to see their mom awake greeted her. "good morning mummy!! why you wake up so late?!" cried Patricia the elder sister.
"Mummy I love youuuu!!" said Lucius the youngest as she ran to her mother and gave her a peck on the cheeks.
"I love you too Lucius." Jasmine smiled, giving her daughter a hug.
"Then me leh mummy??" Patricia said, mischievously.
"Haiya, you went drinking again last night huh is it?!" Madam Chong walked in, unhappy with her daughter's behavior.
"Ma, I just went celebrating with some friends because my colleague's leaving soon!" replied Jasmine, annoyed.
Jasmine and her mother had always been at loggerheads despite loving each other, they had afterall no one but each other to depend on. For them, it was a love hate relationship.
"Patricia!! Be nice to your sister and let her play with the computer okay?!" Jasmine shouted as Patricia nudged her little sister aside, who was as anxious as her to play with the pink computer filled with 'My Melody' decals.
Mark in the meantime, was already at work in the restaurant at Far East Plaza , focused as he fried Chu Ka Chahan(a Chinese inspired Japanese fried rice) at the stove. And as he poured the finished fried rice into a red plastic Japanese styled ricebowl, his mind began to wander, returning to what happened the previous night.. the touch of Jasmine's smooth skin, the taste of her vagina, his hands traveling down below her thighs followed by flashes of them making passionate love. Those thoughts made him smile, yet at the same time he felt uneasy. Something else was bothering him but he just couldn't say what was amiss.
It was already 4.05PM as he looked at his phone, a silver Samsung SGH-Z720. He had sent her an SMS earlier when he left and till now there hadn't been a reply.
...to be continued.
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