All Chapters of CALL ME, KUYA! (English): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Are you sure, Budang, that everything I need is in the folder?” I asked my friend, Budang. That’s her nickname, and we’ve all gotten used to calling her that, especially me.I went to her house early just to get ready. She’s good with makeup. I, on the other hand, just comb my hair and put on baby powder, and I’m good to go, unlike now. I need to look presentable and not like a frumpy old woman.Because today, I’m taking a chance on getting a job. For the first time, I’m applying for a job in the building I sometimes pass by at night. According to the sign outside the gate, they’re looking for a secretary. It’s one of my dreams, to be a secretary and for my boss to fall in love with me. No… wrong… wrong… it’s just my dream.And since the sign has been up for about two months now, and I always read it, I thought maybe they were looking for me. When I asked the guard if the position was still available, he said yes. But when I said I was applying, he said I wouldn't get hired because

When I got back in line, I was disheartened to find the woman who was behind me in line was gone. She’d already gone in for her interview, while me? I had no choice but to be last in line. I couldn’t fight with the person next to me earlier, I might get kicked out of the building, and my face would end up in a tabloid with the caption, “Fights During Job Interview.”This face is for acting, not jail, so I need to be careful with my actions. I need to be demure and not have a voice or demeanor that could shatter dishes.It was a shame because that was my chance to finish and go home, even if I didn’t get lucky in the interview.I’ll just endure it because, who knows, the real laughter might be at the end of the line.“Unique Mahinhin?” I heard a woman who had just finished her interview laugh when the lady called my name. What’s the problem with my last name? Even I’m sometimes embarrassed by it because it means “demure,” but my actions are almost like shattering dishes.“Yes, Miss?” I

“You again? Out of all the people around, it’s your face I see.” He glared at me, and I glared back. I admit, he was handsome, a sharp nose, dreamy eyes, thick eyebrows, a furrowed brow, and.... “And who are you?” Who are you, indeed? Goodness, doesn’t he recognize me? I mean, doesn’t he remember my face? With my beauty, I’m unforgettable at first glance. And him? Impossible. “You don’t even remember me? Aren’t you the one who went into the restroom the other day while I was applying for a job at the building? Near the—” “That girl?” That was his only reaction. “Yes, that’s me. The prettiest and most lovable, Unique.” I flattered him, hoping he’d buy some balut if our conversation went well. “Well, likewise, Miss. I don’t know or remember you, and besides, that was a men’s restroom, not for women.” “Well, you shouldn’t have gone in since there was someone there, but anyway, let’s skip that topic. I don’t know why I’m meeting you again.” “Me neither. I don’t know why you’re in

I woke up early, probably because I was so excited. Yes! Excited to start my first job at a Legaspi company. Mom and Dad were still asleep, so I’ll cook breakfast.I tidied my bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face.I cooked tilapia, which Mom bought yesterday. I’ll bring some to work because food isn’t free. After frying, I also sautéed string beans with a little oyster sauce so Dad can have vegetables with his rice later, and of course, because it’s one of my favorites, so…I made a lot because I’ll also bring some to work, along with the fried fish.After cooking, I put it on the table and covered it while waiting for the rice to cook. I swept my room and the living room so it would be tidy when they woke up. And since they’re still asleep and I woke up really early, I moved slowly so I wouldn’t wake them up, especially my mama.I swept the yard so my parents wouldn’t have anything to do but rest later while watching TV and guarding our small store.“Unique! You’re up so earl

I almost buried myself in the carpet because I was so ashamed of not recognizing the boss of this building, and he was right in front of me. I’ve seen him for a long time, but I only found out now that he’s the boss. Why didn’t I search about this company first? I embarrassed myself.And I even argued with him when we first met in… where was it… omg, in the bathroom! Oh no! I’m doomed! I hope he doesn’t remember so he won’t fire me, I just started.“Are you both done in my office?” he asked in a deep voice, very different from how he spoke the other night when he bought balut from me.Now, there was authority in every move and word he made. I swallowed my saliva because I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. All I was thinking about was his job and how to do the job he gave me. I thought the CEO of a company was an old man, 40 years old and above, but the one in front of me might be younger than me, or in his 30s, oh no.“W-we’re done, s-sir.” I said, stuttering. Mrs. Rival was beh