INDIFFERENCE

SIREN MENDEZ

The past three months working as a personal assistant or better-to-say, personal maid, is not bad at all. 

It's good that I was a fast learner that I cope easily with the environment. 

The madam taught me to call her 'Madam' and it's just fine with me. I've never called anyone like that before but it's not bad calling her that way since she's an elder. 

I knew what will happen if those house helpers from the mansion will see me in this kind of situation. They will surely be laughing at me at that time. 

But not the Harolds'. I'm sure Mr. Harold will give a name to these people whose treating me so lowly. And it will not going to be a good one. Even his wife will do the same.

They are the only people who really cares about me. I grew up having them on my side and they are like my true parents who's always there to protect me. 

And living in a place away from them really makes hard for me to cope everyday, but I know I need to go on with my journey. I need to make myself proud as an independent person since my parents never cares for me at all. 

"Reena! Reena!" The madam's loud voice fills the entire house makes me get back from reality.  She's literally shouting and I guess I'll never get use to it. 

"Yes?" I quickly get out of my room. She had a short patience so I knew it will be a problem if I gonna make her wait a little more. 

"Clean my cabinet and make coffee for me."

Woah! That was two hits at once.

I rolled my eyes before plastering a smile on my lips. I faced her and bow my head slightly. I headed to the kitchen to make coffee for the woman. I will use a coffee maker so I know how to operate. Thanks for the internet that always saving me.

After turning the machine on to work, I go to the cups dispenser to get her favorite set. 

But before I could touch it, a long muscular arm's reach it. 

I was so startled that I hug myself and close my eyes. 

I hear a chuckles after that. I faced him when I realize who he was.

"Cómo te atreves!?"(How dare you!?) I turned to him really annoyed. 

"Pourquoi? as-tu eu peur?"(why? Were you afraid?) Faris smiled foolishly. 

"Es tu fou?" (Are you nuts?).  There's no way I will let him make fun of me. 

"Oh, so you're not just fluent in Spanish, you can also speak french." I can tell he was amazed. 

I crossed my arms above my chest. "I am fluent in every language that you can speak, so if you are trying to make full of yourself or make fun of me, think again." 

I turned to the machine when I no longer hear its sound. I pour the coffee in a cup that Faris gave me. 

"I've never seen anyone like you. I'm amazed." He dramatically clap his hands. 

I just rolled my eyes and left. 

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The madam dismissed me after dinner so I find some time to help the housekeeper clean the kitchen. 

I've been staying here a little while but yet, the housekeepers never tried to talk to me even a single time. 

They move around like I'm just an invisible. Sometimes, I even heard them talking about me and I guess they find me so funny 'cause they are laughing behind my back. 

This isn't the first time that housekeepers make fun of me. Even those helpers from the mansion often talk about me behind my back. But this time, it hits different. 

Those helpers from the mansion were afraid to utter a single word when I faced them. It's like I'm going to ripped their mouth when I hear them talk in front of me. 

But here are more bolder. They even dared to look at me with disgust. I knew it. They think they can say whatever they want just because I'm also working here like them. And it's just so rude. 

I feel like I don't belong in any place I turn to. 

Why do these people makes it hard for me to live happily? How hard is it to make friends with them that they just choose to hate me? 

I heaved a sigh. I walk towards the door. I should sleep now since they are not allowing me to help them. Gosh. I just wanted to help. What's wrong with them?

Instead of going straight to the quarters, I decided to take a walk towards the terrace. But before I could pass the study room, I heard voices few steps away from me. 

They are speaking in a foreign language but I can figure they are talking so sweet. Those faint laughters makes me imagine about a scene in a random movie I had watch. I can say those two people talking are flirting with each other base on there tones. 

"That necklace really fits your style." A man's voice. 

I frowned when I hear that familiar voice. It's Mr. Younas. My madam's husband. 

"Oh, really? Thank you..." Then followed by a faint laugh. 

Did I really heard it right? If I'm not mistaken, it's Claudia. Madam's youngest sister. 

Wait, what?

Having the curiosity to know if my guts are true, I tried to sneak behind the curtains. 

There's a dim light that only serves as light for the two. 

I saw the familiar figures facing each other while talking. 

The man was leaning against the trail while his one arm were around her waist. 

And I am right. 

Those two are the people I thought they were. 

I really couldn't believe what I'm seeing. Are they for real?

Before someone could see me, I decided to go to the terrace a fast as I can. 

I shouldn't be minding anybody's business since it has nothing to do with me. I should not care if it's Mr. Younas and my madam's youngest sister. Hell that I will care about what they were doing. I should be minding my own business. 

I look up to the dark sky to refresh my mind. There's no much of stars up there. Even the moon isn't present on its place tonight. 

When I was still a child, Mom brought   me a telescope. She said I should study astrology because it is an interesting thing. We even spend time to look at the stars though I really don't understand a thing about them. And it only happens once. 

Mom was always busy. Even if she stays at home, she's always facing her computer or her paperworks. She used to sit on her office chair from the time she wakes up until it's about her time of sleep. 

If it's time to eat, they even not allowing me to speak. They said it's rude to speak while eating. 

And it's how I grew up. Learning a lot from how to act like a lady. When I was fifteen, Olivia enrolled me to a finishing school. Maybe she thinks I will grow up with a barbaric traits. 

Speaking of which, I can't help but to think if the Mendez's were even looking for me at this time. Knowing my father, the whole country is just a dot for him to be unable to find me in just his snap.

It's been three months and no one ever bump into me asking if I am what they were looking for. Or maybe he's still busy to think about finding me. 

But I'm still his daughter. Didn't he even missed me in the last three months? Or it's just okay with him without me around? But what about Mom? Isn't she  informed? 

I smiled wryly. I know the Harold's will break it with Mom. Maybe she's also busy to even care. 

I heaved a sigh. I am Siren Mendez. Everybody calls me princess. But this princess here they didn't know. Though I got almost everything I need, yet it's all empty and I'm still lonely.

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"It's cold here and you are supposed to be sleeping now." 

I almost jumped in surprise when someone suddenly spoke behind me. 

"Oops, sorry." He walked and stand beside me. 

"Guess I'll be having heart problems in just a short time." I said without even looking at him. 

"Don't drink too much coffee, it can cause palpitation." 

I pout with what he says. 

'My heart beat so fast because of  you and not because of coffee.' 

If he only knew how my heart turn it's beat into race when he's around. 

"What are you doing here anyway?" In my peripheral vision, I saw him crossed his arms. He too, look up to the wide dark sky. 

"Nothing. Just counting my remaining luck." I answered cooly. 

For about three months, the uneasy feeling almost fade between us. Though we are both reserved, we can still talk comfortably. 

"Don't tell me you are still believing that luck is a part of success?"He sounds amused. 

"If I wasn't lucky, I won't be having a job right now. Am I right?"

"If you are lucky enough, you won't be working as PA right now." He said. 

"So you mean, it's not luck?" I furrow my brows. 

"If a person is lucky enough, they won't be working in a job where they can only get low payment."

"What's wrong with a low payment job? As long as it's decent, it's fine. "

"That is totally absurd."

I really don't understand what it means. Is he having problems with small amount of salary?

"You don't have to say that. A lot of people work hard to get even just a small amount of money. It's just luck if you find a high-paying job that suits you."

"That's insane. Believing in luck makes you depend on it until your life ends. Thinking about waiting for your lucky turn makes you waste your time doing nothing with your life. "

"No. That's not true." I opposed. 

"So tell me, if you won't get lucky, are okay staying with this job until you get old?" We faced each other.

"That's totally fine with me." Well that's a total lie. 

She clearly knows she can't keep herself with this kind of living for the rest of her life. One day will come and she will be going back to her own place and that's the truth. 

"Aren't you aiming for the life that is more comfortable? Or are you one of those ladies who dreams to find a millionaire husbands to fulfill their needs and wants?"

Him being bold in his words really amazed me. He's so rough with his speculations about me. 

I smiled with amusement. 

"I don't have to dream about a millionaire husband." I look at him straight in the eyes. "The billionaires already dreaming about me."

I decided to leave him. Our conversation will get nowhere and I'm afraid I'll spit words that I must be keeping myself. 

I don't know what he's point all about but he seems like pointing a finger on me and I'll be damned defending myself from his words.