Delivery Man From Murim Novels & Stories

I say smiling. The rest of the shift passes in a blur—refills, orders, wiping tables. By closing time my feet hurt but my mind is buzzing. As I’m wiping down the last booth when the bell jingles again a delivery guy in a brown uniform steps inside, holding three glossy shopping bags tied with black ribbon. He looks around, then walks up to Mira at the counter. “Delivery for Leah?” he asks. Mira points at me. “That’s her.” He turns, heads over, and sets the bags on the counter in front of me. “Signature here, please.”

Someone butt in. When Jeremy glanced at his back, he saw a man, already standing behind him. And next to his black car, a short distance from them is a big Q Express delivery truck. As Brian elbowed Hana, the girl instantly came back to her senses. With such haste, she politely greeted the delivery man and after that, they walked towards the delivery truck that is parked right in front of the building. Meanwhile, Jeremy feels sorry that he showed up at such a busy hour. "You must be doing a lot. I will just come back here later. I'm really sorry."

Sitting in silence, in the living room, where Mica and I are always together before delivering lunch to Mahira. This morning, Mahira went to school accompanied by Bram. Bi Mun was busy cooking, preparing lunch, the aroma of food from the kitchen did not arouse the appetite at all. Suddenly the pain in my head returned, holding my head with both hands, hoping to reduce the pain. Faintly heard a voice, trying to get up from sitting, slowly walking along the wall approaching the sound that was getting clearer coming from outside the house. When the door opened, a courier was standing in front of the door. "Package, Ma'am. With Mrs. Azmia?" asked the package sender.

I muttered after the second knock. The door was pushed open and a delivery man walked in. I immediately recognized him, he was the same guy that had delivered the car to me when I got employed by Mr. Blackwood. “Hi Ma’am, nice to see you again.” He said with a small smile as he strolled in. I returned a warm smile of my own. “Hey… is there a delivery for me?” I asked as my eyes scanned the content of the box in his hand. “Yes, these are for you.” he replied and then he brought out a flower vase and an envelope.

“Maybe I should go for a test. You’re not the first person to ask me this.” ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly was grooming Rex when the door bell rang. She carried her dog down from her laps and walked to the door. she peeped through the key hole before opening. “Hello.” The delivery man said with a weak smile. “Hi. Let me get my purse.” She walked briskly back to the three seater couch in the middle of the sitting room and returned to the young man with a twenty dollar note.

“That was the agreement. Not seven fifteen. Not whenever-you-felt-like-crawling-out-of-bed o’clock. Seven. Sharp.” The delivery guy, a teenager with too many piercings and not enough caffeine, scratched the back of his neck. “Traffic was hell, okay? And Derek had to switch vans with me because the regular one got towed. I’m doing my best.” “Your best is currently giving me wilted strawberries and the wrong kind of chocolate. Again.” He held up his hands like I’d just threatened his bloodline. “Look, I just deliver the stuff. Talk to dispatch if it’s a problem.”

I opened the door and saw the delivery boy standing, holding a parcel and jasmines in his hands. "Yes, how can I help you?" I asked in a monotone and he forwarded the flowers and the bag in front of me. "Ma'am this parcel is for Ms. Raina Murad," he said and handed me the parcel. I frowned and looked at him questionably "But I did not order these" I said. "Yes, ma'am I know that but these are from your known and it is already prepaid". He said and before I could say anything he turned around and walked away.

A few seconds later, his reply appeared in the thread. Jairon Sorry, but I didn't order anything. Me: But the package is named after you. This is Sir Jairon Dela Merced, right? Oh my god! I feel that next week I can apply to be a delivery girl for the couriers. Jairon Yes, I am. What parcel is that? Where are you? Parcel? Even though I was surprised and confused, I just replied in my own way. Me: It's already at your door, sir. I left it there because something came up.

The gimbap arrived within thirty minutes, thanks to the power of money earned from a night’s worth of work. Dawn thanked the security guard who came to deliver the delivery on behalf of the delivery personnel. It was one of the special services that set his luxury apartments apart from others. No unauthorised personnel were allowed inside, and only verified security members were allowed to conduct house visits. “The food is here,” Dawn called out to Aqua, who had her eyes glued onto a children’s show. It wasn’t something a regular eighteen-year-old would be interested in, but it was perfect for Aqua as the mermaid was already starting to use the newly learned vocabulary.