painful agonies-19

I tied my white apron on my waist and bunned my hair with my sky blue scrunchie and put a hairnet. I'm just wearing a fitted white t-shirt partnered with my denim skirt and skin tone sandals. I didn't bother to wear a chef's uniform because I felt that, I didn't deserve to hold that title.

"Chef Heart, spicy parmesan shrimp pasta for today's recipe. Good for 3 servings and the total time of waiting will take only for 45 minutes," Rain, our head chef said.

"Got it," tamad kong sabi.

I prepare the ingredients that other chefs gave me. I started to cooked it like what I've learned while watching them for the past few days. It's been five days since I started working here.

"When are you coming back dad?" I asked dad while holding the telephone.

I'm here at his office, I looked at my nails while swaying his swivel chair.

I heard his chuckled "Tomorrow morning, Poena. Sinabi ni Chef Rain ana marami daw ang nagustuhan ang performance mo d'yan," masayang sabi niya.

I just nodded even he can't