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Day 5 Miss Right

After several months of talking to his mysterious girl online, he decided to meet her. And the best thing was that she agreed to it.

He had been crushing on this mysterious girl for months. They both forgot how, when and where they ended up talking, they just did.

She was nice, accommodating, decent and every nice words he could come up with. He had lost interest in any other real girl because of this girl. His friends make fun of him a lot for being a good boy nowadays.

He smirked as he silently thought, “Yeah, maybe I’m a good boy now.”

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The girl chose the place and he couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived at the restaurant situated on the 30th floor of a corporate building. The place is too…posh for him.

He’s a scruffy guy in his late 20s clad in his black pants and a Guns N Roses black shirt with a red plaid long sleeves plus a black leather jacket. He had his work backpack on his back, a mobile phone on his right hand, a special gift on his left hand and a piece of rose in his mouth to complete his idiotic look.

One wait staff assisted him upon entrance and asked if he had put any reservation. Before he could even answer, he saw a woman he so earnestly hated seated at the farthest table. He picked up his phone to call his date while he tried very hard to hide his face from his boss.

“Hello? Where are you?”

That’s the first time they called each other so he was surprised to hear the familiar voice. He looked up from the reception’s desk to find that very same woman sitting at the farthest table talking on the phone.

“Hello, are you there?”

Without a glance, he stormed out of the restaurant and ran for his life.

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He was in the park bench sitting, his mouth practically hanging open for a few minutes now. He couldn’t believe that the boss they all hated is his ideal girl.

How is she so different? At work, she always thinks she’s right that’s why all the guys at work call her Miss Right. Well aren’t we right about that subject- she turned up to be my Miss Right. Or is she?

 Also, she seemed so stiff at work, so strict and she rarely smiles.  Well, she’s almost the only girl among all the staff in the company so she probably put up a brave front.

He scratched his head again due to annoyance. He’s having a debate with his own thoughts.

He turned off his phone because he knew she would call. He decided that it’s best for her not to know him. After all, she wouldn’t like him anyway because the things that she has  were the same things he does not have in his life- fame, money, power.

When he arrived home, he found a couple of messages on his phone.

I might have scared you, huh? It’s okay, I understand. Everybody else in the office is scared of me. But you shouldn’t let a lady wait for nothing.

Next time you meet someone, please be kind enough to tell the lady if you’re not interested in coming. You see, that lady might have given up a lot of things that day for a few hours of meeting you. *she puts a smiley* Also, I don’t think there is a need for us to talk again since we both knew by now that I am not really that interesting to you.

His heart felt heavy. He was so confused as to who or what kind of girl she is. She was too different online and in real world.

Still, he felt really sorry for not turning up but he knew it was for the best.

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Day 4 The Visit

There were many people in the wake. Some of them went to him and gave their condolences. He never answered, nor lift his head. He was just there, staring at the floor.

Her stepmother and his brothers never bothered talking to him. They were all scared of his quiet demeanor the moment he arrived home. He never spoke to any of them.

The place seemed to stifle his thoughts so he went out to find a desolate place.

Leaning against a tree, he puffed smoke into the air and breathe the familiar scent he used to love so much. He heaved a deep sigh, “I can’t believe I quit this thing for months.” He silently laughed at the thought that he actually did it.

His phone rang but he didn’t budge nor even bothered picking it up for he knew who it was.

When his father died a couple of weeks ago, he went back to the country for the funeral. It hurt him so much to realize how much he wasted his time having fun abroad.

What really upsets him though was that just a few days after he died, his stepmother and brothers were all fighting for the inheritance and all his father’s properties.

A loud cracking sound turned him back to reality. He noticed his right hand was bleeding. He hated his family so much that the mere thought about all of them and their disrespect for his father’s death made him punched the tree absentmindedly.

Taking off his plaid polo shirt, he used it to cover the wound sloppily.

His phone rang again. “Hello….”, he paused.

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“Hello…Mom.”

“Are you in the country right now? Would you pay your Mom a visit?”

He laughed at the thought of the word visit.

“That’s more like it, son. I know how awful you must be feeling right now and I am sorry I couldn’t be there with you and your father. You know I loved your father, right?”

“I know, Mom. And I love you, too. I wish I said these words to Dad back when he was with us.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Your father knows you love him even if you didn’t say it much. So… will you pay your mother a visit?”

“I won’t…because I’m taking you out of that place.”

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Even from the faint light of the moon, his stepmother could see Joon from a distance.

Is he smiling? I could never understand this boy. What is wrong with him? Who is he talking to that can make him smile and laugh like that? Even his own father couldn’t make him that happy.

She smirked. Oh well, where else could he have gotten his bizarre attitude but from his crazy, delusional mother.

 


Done in 20. It’s too hard to come up with a character based on a combination of characteristics from 2 very different people.

Have you written any characters like these? What have you come up with? Feel free to share yours!

 

Are You Ready For His Answer?

It’s funny when you pray and ask God for guidance. If you do and you ask for it wholeheartedly, prepare for His answer. It may not come in a way you’re expecting it. It is crucial then that when you ask for guidance, you open your heart, mind and soul for whatever is His will.

I just recently asked Him to guide me make a decision either to stay in the current job or pursue another one. You see, I was happy with my current job and I had all the reasons to love it- great pay, fewer workload, awesome and very caring boss, more time for family and friends and other time to do side jobs and most importantly I was enjoying what I was doing. I loved waking up in the morning and checking work and doing it. My disposition was always positive that I pitied people who hate Mondays because unlike them, I LOVE Mondays. I’m looking forward to working again.

I had no reason to leave my job except that I felt (and still feel) some emptiness. I just feel like there is something missing. I cannot explain it, but there’s that tiny whisper inside that says there’s something else out there.

Some people can hear God quite clearly. In my case, I’m probably deaf to His calls, or I need to work more on my relationship with Him. I just couldn’t figure things out.

Still I stayed because, like a relationship, everything’s going well and I had nothing to complain about. I’ve been in it for years and it is too hard for me to move on, I just don’t want to leave especially if I had no reason to.

So I prayed to him that if this is where he wanted me, I’d stay. In fact, I’m completely grateful to him because a lot of people wanted to have the job that I have. I told Him, however, that if he thinks there’s something else better for me, then He’d guide my heart and nudge me when it’s time.

Delayed Response
After several months of so many changes in the organization which eventually led to my previous boss  being reassigned to a different department, I’m now left with a lot of wrong people. It came to a point in where i said ‘I’ve had enough of this’. I’m not a quitter, I really am not but I know when it’s time to quit.

I realized that all the reasons I have for staying are now completely gone. I’ve been sleeping weirdly, I had no time to do errands, I hate clocking in to work, I hate everyday meetings, I don’t like having to work like a slave where I keep chasing impossible deadlines, I had no time for workout and I lost 6-8 lbs. My health is dropping, I’m getting more irritable and I think I’m down with depression. Almost all my hours are spent working.

It’s like waking up from the reality that I have all the right reasons to leave. God made it easier for me this time to make a decision, kind of like a no-brainer. and it’s not like I didn’t try to make it work. I did, but the happiness and contentment I once felt for my job were all gone.

Where Should I Go?
I initially considered that if this work would ask me a lot of things like time and health, then i might as well go to an office-based job where my boss would ask me the same things. At least I’d be working face to face with real people and be exposed in an open environment.

And then it hit me…

It’s not where my heart is. It’s not where i find my value. Going back to the corporate world is like chasing the end of the hamster’s wheel, eating a vomit, serving a master I once hated so much. My current job and the job that I want are like…two jellybeans with two different flavors. They taste different but they’re both jellybeans just the same.

I want protein bars! Those healthy ones, healthy for my spiritual growth.

That’s the only thing I know. I still had no idea where to go.

I also thought so much about living and working outside the country, experiencing the world and be with myself only. But then I thought, it does sound like a sugarcoated vomit? Like a master dressed in a different robe but still the very same master I once hated for being a slave-driver and greedy.

The Nudge
Then one day, for no reason at all, I found myself in a website for lay missionaries and actually realized I just downloaded the application form.

When I think about being a lay missionary, I thought about all the things I would lose. I’d have no income for two years, I’d have no connection to my friends and family, I’d be missing travels and weekend nights with friends, I’d lose my fair complexion and prpbably all the skin care products, I’d be exposed in a very different world.

That is soo scary and uncomfortable and not as secured. I’d be giving up the comforts of my home to serve and take care of people I do not know.

The main and probably ONLY advantage is: I’d be serving the boss whom I (and we all) should be serving – the Lord.

And that’s what makes it so much more appealing to me.

I’d be meeting people in the church, in a less developed community, talking with different kinds of people and testing my faith in struggling situations.

The Questions
What would happen to me in 2 years? Would it better me as a person? Would it bring me closer to God? Would it change my perspectives in life and serving the people?

I have no idea. All I know is THIS is the change I think I wanted. And my heart agrees with it.

I have a lot of fears and hesitations but I think if someone would ask me right here and now if I’d go with them in a far flung areas to be a missionary, my answer would be ‘when do we leave?’