LOVE DIDNT ASK FOR PERMISSION

Chapter 1

I looked around at the other porters that I could see because they were wearing bellhop uniforms, so I was able to identify what they were. Right now, I will apply here at a hotel that my friend is staying at. I wonder if I sit here? Wearing a black blazer, white sleeved top, and a suiting bottom above my knees and heels. I walked confidently, I looked at my wristwatch to realize that I was too early. There were a few people who looked at me if I was confident before, but now my stomach suddenly turned upside down as if they also knew that I was just acting confident.

The other porters smiled at me as they all knew why I was here because of what I was wearing. Mom and Dad don't want me to work, they want me to focus on my studies and not work hard to earn money. I can keep up. Fortunately, I have a friend who works here and let me work. In the distance, I saw Angel greeting other people he meets and behaving toward him.

"I'll accompany you to Ms. Faith, the Supervisor of Guest Services," he pulled her along. "Don't worry because that's kind and we've closed it. I also told you that my friend will apply which is you," she said and looked around.

I clutched my chest as I felt an intense nervousness. Even if Angel said that Ms. Faith is kind, I still feel a little nervous. Angel continued to pull me and stopped in front of a metal door, twisted hard to open.

Angel smiled "Good morning, Ms. Faith," Angel greeted her. "My friend is here to apply," she uttered and excused herself.

I took a deep breath, I even gave the door that Angel came out of with an afterthought. I immediately walked up to a woman with a smile on her face. My estimate is that he is only a few years older than me. How can she look pretty with her pencil-cut and white plain blouse?!

"I'm Yoreh Selene Antares," I introduced and greeted her, holding out my hand.

"I'm the Supervisor of Guest Services, Faith Villanueva," she shook my hand and smiled. "Take a seat," she ordered and pointed to the seat in front of her.

"I already sent my resume to this hotel's online application," I mumbled.

I thought several times if I should really apply since I have no experience but I also want to fill my needs! Buy trendy clothes! Buy something else. I just really don't want even the things I want to buy to come from the money my parents give me. It's really different when you see something that you worked hard to buy. I worked hard, not my parents.

Mrs. Faith nodded "Yes, we read your resume. So, you're still studying, right?" she asked while playing with the parker ballpoint pen she was holding. I wanted to scold her because what the hell?! That's Parker, Ma'am.

"Yes, M.W.F and the rest are days when I'm available," I desperately said.

We talked a lot and sometimes we even laughed because of what she said. Angel is right, Ms. is kind. Faith. I was eventually assigned as a front desk clerk. He also said that in some hotels, a degree and years of experience are required before entering such a job. I was also told that I can start tomorrow because tomorrow is Tuesday and I don't have school. I should be able to allocate eight hours to each job and the salary ends every fifteen days, which is not bad.

Fortunately, Ms. has principles. Faith that "An applicant's ability is not based on degree or experience but on how far she can handle it." at first I didn't get it because I was really slow and now when I go home I get it as if he is saying "Don't be judgmental about what the other person has achieved" and "Don't let it be the basis."

A while ago, I was accompanied by Ms. Faith to see how the front desk clerks are doing. It wasn't too difficult so I was a little excited. I smiled and looked at the paper bag I was holding. This is where my uniform is kept for tomorrow so I carefully put it on my bed.

I'm here now in the apartment Angel and I rent. I got dressed and cooked because Angel was coming home later that night. He also works 8 hours, all I know is that he is room service. Delivers food to guests who don't want to go downstairs to buy their own food. After I finished cooking and eating, I just read my notes because maybe on Wednesday our other prof will have a surprise quiz again.

BSEd- Social Studies or known as Bachelor in Secondary Education Major in Social Studies is the degree I took. Yes, I will be a teacher. Because Mama likes us and we are a family of teachers. I have so many dreams that I don't know what to choose. I want to be a nurse or doctor but I can't because I'm afraid of blood. I mean, I feel weak when I see a wound with blood coming out! I also want to be an architect or engineer. I also have many passions. Passionate about painting and designing gowns but maybe I'm not passionate enough. Sometimes I also wanted to be a secret agent but I didn't tell anyone because I just wanted to be a secret.

"How are you, Yoreh Selene my friend?!" Angel asked after entering my room. "I heard from the front desk clerks? You can do it! You can do it," she smiled and hugged me.

I took a deep breath and hugged her too. This friend of mine is really clingy but just now, I wonder why. I laughed "Why are you clingy now, Angel? What do you want?" I asked and let go of the hug. I raised an eyebrow at him and he just pouted and stared at me.

"I'll help you do our research paper. I was assigned to the introduction and significance of the study but I'm about to finish the intro on the signifi---"

I cut her off and nodded "All right, I'll do it for the significance of the study. I know you've already tired so I'll take a break and take care of it as a thank you because you recruited me to the J Hotel. I'll take it I'll just write down the explanation," I promised and closed the filler I was holding earlier and opened the laptop that was on the study table.

"Omg! Thank you! I really can't because I was sleepy with too many guests earlier," she pouted while handing flash disk drive. "That's where the others assigned to my other groupmates might help. Thank you very much!" he happily promised and yawned.

I just nodded and smiled. When he left my room, I started to do what he asked me to do. Just always help us both. Through my ups and downs, thin and thick she's always there beside me and cheering me up.

She is Angel Delos Reyes.

She is a good friend of mine.

My unique and noisy friend.

Angel is a rare person because she's real.

For me, what he is doing is easy, it just requires a broad understanding.

I heard someone turn the doorknob "Are you about to finish? If not, I'll go to sleep and take care of it. I'll do it tomorrow at school," she smiled at me.

I looked up at him and smiled. "It's done, you'll be in charge of editing the format," she handed her his flash drive.

She smiled "Thank you! Go ahead and drink that and go to sleep. It starts tomorrow, right?" she sincerely said.

"You're welcome," I promised and drank the milk he brought.

"Alright," she said before shutting off the door.

After I finished drinking milk, I fell into my soft bed. It was eleven o'clock at night so I closed my eyes tightly.

And all went black.

I woke up because of the light that hit my face. I can still hear the crash of some kind of metal below, probably our other things in the kitchen like glasses, spoons, and forks that Angel is washing are falling down. The apartment is tiled and my bedroom door is open so I can hear it. They say that when a fork falls, a guest will come. I wonder how about when the spoon fell? Have a visitor coming?

"Yoreh! Wake up! Your shift is at 10 am today!" I heard Angel shout.