After one
month from returning back to his home country. He found surprisingly that he
can’t remember her name. many memories seemed blurred maybe because of the
medication or the events intense.
Once he
enters the restaurant. Everything seems glowing. Cola cans, machines, burger,
cheese slices. He loved what he is doing. Every sandwich for the customer as
it’s his. Thanks to his manager who taught him how to work with consciousness
and treat the restaurant as his property.
He took the
lead and dealt as he owns the restaurant. Guided the team while women dreamed
about being with him.
The first
one we can call her miranda as she was adored by the whole team but she only
wanted him. This specific man who changed the game about man and woman and
proved that a very simple but unique classical man can have the chick heart
from the first sight.
He loved to
help her. As her cashier job wasn’t easy. Dealing with shelfs, sandwiches boxes
and ice cream machine, cola machine. He used to watch her while having her
burger meal. The poor miranda – not her name it is the name I gave to her after
forgetting her real one – used to watch facebook while eating slowly. Wondering
about her daughter in her home country. Single mom and her kid with her mother.
In the land
of thriving, reviving old dreams about immortality. In the land of fear and
speed. In the country of live or die soon or fast you are nothing at all. We
all are ashes on this land. We all don’t worth a cigarette smoke where breathing
cost money. In a country designed to be a trap for fools and great thinkers
too.
He entered
the restaurant and the country too as a simple man they gave him the feeling to
be alexander the great. He took his sword and tried to fight. Miranda used to
laugh loudly in the bus returning them to accommodation. Colleagues said she is
mental. Only him knew she has an issue of depression and psychic sickness.
After failing with all men. Miranda thought the man can be her portal to a new
life.
He played
the game with her slowly. But without being touchy. Even when she used to turn
around and let him see if she has hair on her butt. He considered this as a
cheap act of a poor woman seeking a pal. But said in the same time – why not?
he started to ask her about Instagram. She doesn’t have a one she replied with
shyness.
Can you
tomorrow put a purple lipstick. He thought it would be a sign of admiration if
she switched from red lipstick to purple to his demand. She did what he asked.
Working in the night shift makes you lose yourself completely. Not only a
restaurant nightshift from 7 pm to 6 am and it all are rush hours.
I can make
you famous fast. I can take good shoots to you. I can make you a model. I love
modeling. He was honest and she was only smiling. They all know the truth she
wants him. While she was sleeping with another chief cashier. But this is an
ordinary incident that happens calmly in the city that has no rules about
anything in social life while it has got a very strict law.
This was the
last centered point for the man with miranda before the fall. His falling
apart.
The other
cashier, Babita. Took her chances with him too. In a very different way. She
used to mock him in the bus – from work to accommodation – make fun of him in
front of other ladies. And in the restaurant, she had the habit to tell him in
a way he is not better than her. Not because he has got high education and
excellence in English language and came in a high position with a higher
salary.
In fact,
Babita took his mind and soul to a distance. He thought about venus in fur. And
he started to think in a submissive way towards her. On the surface he refused
her acts of making fun of him in front of the team. Furthermore, he stopped
talking with her for some days so she learns from her mistakes with him.
The two
cashiers felt envious from each other. They had small strikes. The man had
conversations with other women in the bus here and there trying to pull them
under his wings. Surely, he wasn’t an angel. But truly he was an angel if
measured by what men do and what men act with women in this land of loss and
misery.
Do you know
why? Everyone came here to make money. Everyone here has lack of sleep. Psychic
issues. Stories of despair. Everyone wants sex and getting high in anyway. With
fear of getting ripped out suddenly of everything. Everyone is under threat of losing
it all. It is harder than gambling because you don’t have anything. You came
here with your pocket money and your clothes only. Like old America formation
stories.
But yet. It
is the 21 century. Full of high hopes and other dreams.
After the
national holiday. The restaurant used to be full, no time to breath. Tension
got everyone. Fights among team members. They all were jealous from the man as
his fame grew and he used to be known as a womanizer. On the contrary women
were deeply interested to get into his pants. And fast.
Sleeping
disorders made him lose his concentrate. And eventually problems occurred with
his manager. The man in the black jacket, black sun glasses, black shoes who
smokes vape and talk on twitter about the world future. The man who used to
listen to the radio on the morning and change radio beats for the girls in the
bus. The man who been hated by other men with actions of anger and pure hatred
was falling apart.
From the
deep inside to the surface. His doomsday came. Due to working under pressure
for a long time in changing shifts he reached the end of losing the difference
between reality and future and the judgement day. Until now, he doesn’t know
did it all leave him or he left it all or it was pure destiny. Did the city of
fear and loss leave him free or he left it and run to gain his freedom.
Will any
woman of them remember him by anything. Specially his warm wide smile? Questions
without answers. And left blank dots. The man lived in the restaurant and he
used to call it his country. Now it is all ashes.
He is alive.
And the restaurant too and the women too. But they all now are things apart.
Were they one whole before? No one knows.
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