Regretted…… ( sambung from Part 2)

PART 3

Just before I leave the office, I saw him pick up the phone and make a call. Do you know who he calls? Get someone for interview? So fast? Already stand by? After that I went back (morning shift until 6). My parent and I waiting my sister to come back (night shift until 10).

And the story goes……. Di~da~di~di~da~di…..

Actually that jerk is calling his parent. He informed his parent that two of us already resign please come now as soon as possible. He doesn’t know what to do. His parent scolded him. He doesn’t dare to look at his parent. He already knows who’s wrong. “Jastine ask Jasmine to come and work huh tomorrow, don’t like that lah…” his mum told my sister. “Jastine also come huh” his mum told my sister again.
“Jastine, auntie beg you la, can you work until this end of month?”his mum said. My sister is a soft-hearted character other than that she also kesian that jerk’s mum (quite old) so she agreed to work until 28/2/2005.

At night, that roti canai sms me a lot of apple polish words until my sms inbox FULL but I didn’t reply even one cause I know nothing worth to reply him, it will only wasting my credit. He said “The door will always open for two of u only” “I as a big brother already done my part, now is my sister turn….” (all bullshit!!!%^&$#@)

The next morning 21/2/2005, I (morning shift) didn’t turn up. My sister (night shift) turns up. In the evening, one of the roti canai’s friend MR. Z came. He introduces two staff for that roti canai. Both of them went inside the office for interview.

“So how?” “What you plan to do after this?” “Since you still have few days to work, you can take this opportunity to teach the new staff” “They can speak dialect very well, include Hokkien, Cantonese, Mandarin and…….blablabla.” that fat fellow MR. Z talk to my sister in a bad manner.

After the interview finish, my sister calls my mum to pick her. “Today is my last day” my sister said to him. Actually, my mum knows all this. “Saya tak sangka, you boleh buat macam tu pada anak saya” from my mum. My mum looks at him. He quietly look at my mum too. Slowly, the tears flow from his eyes. (The first time I heard a man cry, so sayang I’m not at the scene). Where am I? I’m at the house waiting for the news loh…. Hate to looks at the ROTI CANAI face mah. If can, I will send the photo here when I’m free to let you know who is that JERK.

- WILL BE CONTINUED -

*Really sorry if the content of this journal had offended anyone. I am not trying to blame or accuse anyone. Just writing a penny of my thoughts which can help me to feel better.