Chapter Three

Broad daylight when I get out of the office to get some refreshments, it's our break-time.

I ran when the red sign is nearing to turn green, to the other side of the road.

I didn't bother to call Jelly cause she's in the middle of an operation. "Guess who's loner today," I said and chuckled.

I decided to just enter a fast-food restaurant with my fav, Jollibee. I still remember when I was a toddler my parents brought me to the opening of the Jollibee Branued branch. I saw Jollibee, just a mascot of course and we had high five.

Unluckily, I happened to enter and be part of the second batch of rush hours. After 123456789 years I've got to order and had it. I smiled and express my gratitude to the counter.

We should treat everyone fairly in any situation just like here in the restaurant. When our order is late or not complete we should talk to the waiter, counter, manager, or others in that establishment nicely or with respect because they're human too. They felt tired, didn't eat at the right time and still, they do serve us.

Respect begets respect. So let's respect one another. I thank the guard for opening the door when I get out of the fast-food restaurant.

I directed to Starbucks to get my Double Chocolate Chip, my fav. When I saw Jelly with burning cheeks, SHE'S BLUSHING! She's going towards my way so I purposely block the way.

"Where did you have your lunch?" I questioned her to get her attention. Her face is really tomato and her eyes are glistening, nearing to let go a fall of tears.

I grabbed her hand and lead the way to Camp Intong, a soothing place to be because of the atmospheric calmness and the privacy you've always had if you're gonna talk with someone.

"Can I get One Iced Coffee, Nuggets, and Japanese Siomai please," I ordered and find our fav spot at the very end corner.

We've been friends since first year and she really don't speak that much before. I just entertain and talk until she became the negative three versions of social me. She talks to you when she's comfortable with you. And the reason why I know she has a problem is she literally became pale and just stare with some empty emotions. I'm really worried that when she calms down, I ask her, and the major reason she had problems is her strict parents.

What must've happened again this time? I never talked and I just let her out whatever hurting her through crying.

I busy myself by scrolling in my IG feed. Mesmerize by the life of the artist from the Philippines and their advocacies. Read some inspiring quotes and check shopping apps to just add something in the cart, not planning to check it out because I'm saving for my allowance.

Until a girl with a violet highlight in her hair comes and drop our order in the rattan table. "Here's your order ma'am" she said. "Thank you "I smiled and she leaves for another order to be served.

I really want to take a part time in any fast food restaurant but my time said no. And it's really hard and hustle.

"You okay now?" I asked. Still observing what she'd next. She wiped her tears now, comb her hair, and smiled. Phew! Finally, she's a little bit okay now.

I smile back and said "let's eat this and go back to work" remembering our short time we easily finish our snacks take some pictures because you can't really say or fulfill the feel of Camp Intong if you don't take any photos in any of the corners. Every corner is picturesque worth to be captured!

She's very quiet again so I just sing a song while we are walking along the St. of Judging.

"A true friend

You're here till the end

You pull me aside

When something ain't right

'Till will alright again

You're a true friend."

I stopped walking for a while, causing her to stop also and eyed me what's happening. I spread my hands as a sign I wanted to hug. We hugged and I tap her back and said. "Later at my condo let's drink till we spill our stomach upside down, you can't say no!" she just nod and we laugh.

We part ways when we enter the clinic because she's going to be in another ward, so with me, the surgery room. Yeah, right it's my turn to be a surgeon.

My patient is a kitten with a slump on her face, between her nose and mouth. She's having a hard time breathing.

We're going to remove it. "Did you follow the proper diet I suggest you do?" I asked the nurse about this surgery. "Yes, surgeon" she smiled, I nod.

"Okay then get her now and let's start the operation." She got the cat out from her cage we pet the pitiful and scared Meowy, that's the cat name.

After near two hours, we successfully removed the slump and let my other member stitch the wound. Meowy is in stable condition already but she really need to rest for fast recovery.

I take off my surgical coat and gloves, wash my hands, wipe other bloodstains in my scrub suite. Finally, get out of the room walk directly to the front desk to check if I still have work to do. As I've get out, my soul almost runaway out of my body and my heart thumps as the raging water in falls.

A man in my age is so close to mine that I bumped my head to his masculine chest. "Doc is my Meowy, okay?!" I look up and other masculine features amaze me his perfect jawline, hawk-like mesmerizing deep eyes that's about to cry? It hit me he's so worried about her cat, such a fool nearing to drool Alena!

"She's a fighter but—." He holds and squish my shoulder hardly, lowered his head to equal mine. "BUT?!" He said irritatingly. He's close to crying now, he must really love Meowy. "She just needs to rest. You're a good and responsible owner because you act fast. And she needs to be here for days to be observed." I said but looking somewhere because my heart is irritatingly thumping fast. Why is he not responding should I look? Yes, I should, so I did.

As I look for his eyes it is already flooded with tears. He smiled and KISS me! What? Wtf! He kissed me on the lips, it was only a smack and he hugs me tight.