You are not qualify...

Waking up in the middle of the room suddenly, giving me the bad reputation towards my own self as well as to the interviewer.

So unprofessional!

"You're having a fever and I think you should rest." said the interviewer to me.

I turned my gaze to him before thinking about the true purpose of my presence here. I'm straightening myself properly, gulping down my nervousness.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't...I mean it's never happened before and I'm totally sorry about my previous actions, sir." I said it looking straight into his eyes.

He didn't showed anything, I couldn't find any emotion trace on his face. So neutral.

"You are not qualify for this job."

He pronounced it sternly and my already pale face getting even more paler in colour. What a disappoinment!

It's okay. You can try for another time. Maybe this wasn't meant for you, for this moment.

With the sudden embarrassing wash over my entire body, slowly I stand straight from my hunched, disappointed self regarding how unqualified myself into this company, I smiled towards the interviewer.

"Thanks...thank you and I'm so sorry about..."

He cut me in the middle of my short and last speech by his hand gesture. I was gapping like a fish opening and closing my mouth.

"You don't have to explain anything. It's beyond your control. If there is nothing...you may go..."

Wow...

I've been chasing out like a guilted person. I did feel guilty towards him before but just now...my bad temper slowly rise to expose itself.

No...it's small matter, Sammy.

Come on...lets go, he's not even worth it to having you here as one of the employees.

Just go.

I picked up all my belongings on the sofa, where I was laid down and walked to the door but I stop for a moment, I turned around to him.

"Thanks once again and sorry about everything..."

Opening and closing the door, I walked from there with so much emotion swirling inside of me. I sighed continuing my stable steps out of the building without spend anymore glanced towards them.

I didn't cry...no...just sad...

I pushed away what he said to me. Didn't care anything about it. He doesn't know me so what would I desperately wants him to find it out about me?

I sat on driver seat looking for nothing-ness. My brain stopped functioning. So helplessness.

Mama would say nothing about this but she might let out her fury if I told her behind the news.

Hurried back home, I went straight into my room without changing, gulping down my medication and sleep.

"Sammy...wake up!"

Someone straddled on me. I tried to open my eyes but cannot. Too tired.

"Sammy...please wake up!"

That person started jumping up and down straddling me and I couldn't help let out loud 'umph' following the movement. He jumped on my stomach! My empty stomach.

I pushed that person off of me then I heard a laughter no a cry no a whined sound. Whatever!

Tossed back and forth on my bed, I finally wake up groggily, yawning loud enough while stretching my body until I heard a popped sound loud and clear.

My second time yawning I looked at person, rubbing my sore eyes.

"What?" what a lovely voice! And my little baby brother giggling at my waking antics.

Keep on giggling, he didn't say any words.

Hmm...pushing away the comforter to the side, placing down both my leg and I stand straight. Once again I was running my joints to ease my sore muscle.

Aidan did made cringed voice didn't like what I did in front of him.

"I heard your bone popped, Sam! Eww...careful..." he made pain expression and I laughed at him.

I did that again! The thing he hate the most. He cried running away from my room.

That's his punishment because waking me up using my most hated waking method compared to mama shrieking, bombing with her sweet yells.

I don't know why they love to disturb my sleeps.

Stupid! You know why and don't pretend to not knowing it!

Yeah-yeah! I got that...brain!

It's all because of my dreams.

Whatever!

I'm running down to downstairs after taking almost half an hour bathing, scrubbing my disappointed self.

I stopped at the middle of running to walk down slowly. Mama's hates when she heard running down from stairs. She's worried if we getting slipped or fall from stairs and died! Dramatic but that's her.

Whispering!

Hmm...I heard whisper-talk at living room. To be exactly, at the sofa... Mama's most favourite spot to relax from everyone and everything.

Mama: "She didn't say anything and just run to her room."

Papa: "I really hope she's okay."

Elder brother: "Yeah...me neither."

Papa: "What can we do?"

Mama: "I can bake a cake for her..."

Middle brother: "I don't think so... Don't you remembered what she said before... ohh...cake again. Do you have anything else to feeds me other than cake? I can't take it anymore..."

Well he did whined trying to be more like me but failed miserably!

I cupping my mouth trying to stifled my giggles.

"Mama! She's 'peepping' here listening to you four talking!" my baby brother mentioned me out loud behind my back. I didn't know when he was standing there, behind me.

Such a nuisance! He knew what I'm about to do and he running away from me descending the stairs into them.

"You know it's not good to do that. According to Aidan your 'peepping' mission, Sammy!" mama just said it, knowing that I knew already about that.

Well, what can I say...it's my habits. Even I've eavesdropping to others I didn't say a word about it. What I heard than only to myself to know then to who ever to finding it out. A bit busybody, I guessed.

Hmph...

I stand there didn't say a word.

"Come join us. Mama just bake some cookies for Aidan requested today." said my papa, calling me and wavered at me to be in them.

I joined but grimaced at the cookies on the table.

I've had enough the chocolate cookies for my entire life. Couldn't take it anymore and if I did too, I might end up puking them back.

Urggh...hate that, seriously!

"I left some lunch in the microwave..."

I cut mama by clapping happily like a child before running towards kitchen.

"Your daughter!" says mama.

"Your daughter too!" replied papa.

I could heard them and I know my big and elder brother reaction: rolled his eyes, shaking his head didn't want to join the stupid bantering between our parents and my middle brother will put his head phones back to his ears, didn't care too.

Ohh...my favourite!

So happy!

"I love you, mama!" I yelled out loud to my mama because she's making me spicy fried rice with honey lemon chicken in parchment paper : en papillote!

So yummy and I started to drooling. I licked both my lips while clamped and rubbing my both palm waiting impatiently in front of microwave.

I put out my cutlery set with a glass of plain water and a few pieces of grapes taken out from fridge on the table.

Ding!

Done! My eyes twinkling with super satisfaction about my late lunch. My tummy also did some summersaults can't wait to digest the heavenly food made by mama.

I did munched them until I could lick clean the plate but I didn't do that. It's not me...yeah...just imagining it.

Screwed that, I slurped down the gravy from the parchment paper. Haha...

I leaned on the chair and rubbing my full tummy and letting out the burping sounds.

"It's not appropriate to act like that, Sammy." said mama but I could see my big brother, Adam hold up his phone. I know he records my eating behaviour and shared it in our family group chats! Our entire big family!

Everybody could see it on how hungry I was...😪😪.