***
Chapter written by Gril4Life
Chun’s P.O.V
***

I felt the sweat pearls run slowly down my forehead. My hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. I could feel tears in my eyes, but ignored them. The room I was standing in was much overheated, but I pushed the thought out of my head. Now it was time to go to war. I raised my knife slowly, ready to let its extremely sharp blade cut, at any second. Then I felt a pair of hands on me eyes from behind.

“Chunny bunny-honey!” I heard a girly voice say. I laid my knife back on the kitchen-table, and ignored the onions, that I was half-finished cutting.

“Angie, sweetheart, hi…” I sighed, and wondered what Angela was doing at the restaurant already. It didn’t open before ten AM, and it was only eight. I, of course, was preparing things rust as soups, though my restaurant was specialized in rice – and noodle dishes. “Why are you here already? It’s very early, you know…”

“What, you don’t want me here?” Angela asked, and pouted. I had to restrict myself to avoid rolling my eyes. Angela could be extremely touchy.

“Of course I do, I’m just surprised to see you, dear…” I smiled, and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Show already left for work… I think he’s at the Chen’s today, and Xiao Jing’s still sleeping” I smiled. “How was your morning?”

“Terrible; you weren’t there” Angela said, with a playful smirk on her very painted lips. Her black, shiny hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “So… What did you do this morning, besides from missing me?” she smiled, and took my hand.

“Uhm, nothing, except for wondering if you missed me…” I tried, feeling completely hopeless. Angela really liked to get compliments. “So, have you heard from you parents yet? How’re they feeling?” I asked. I had never met Angie’s parents, but I always asked about them, to be polite.

“Uhm… Yeah, Prague’s amazing, according to them” Angela smiled.

“Prague? Didn’t you say they were in Amsterdam?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, only half-listening; I had returned to my onions.

“Yeah, but they took a plane to Prague just yesterday, and then called me afterwards… Anyways, they’re just fine. What about yours? Are things still as they should be?” Angela asked, with a natural eagerness to change topics. For some reason, she always seemed to talk about something else, when her parents were brought up.

“Yeah, Malaysia’s still the same… My mother’s still a doctor, and my father’s still a prison guard.” I smiled. Now Angela also had tears in her eyes, due to the onions.

“God, I have so sensitive eyes!” she complained. “I can’t even… Anyways, Chunny bunny, when are you off today?” Angela asked, still in her sugar-sweet voice.

“Late, as usual. You know that I love my job a lot, Angie… Besides, our usual crowd likes to hang here until after closing-time… I won’t refuse it; I understand why they love this place, and I respect them for it.” I smiled a little, still only half concentrated.

 

Four hours had passed, and the real day had become. Now Angela (luckily) was too stressed to complain about my late work hours, and even if she wasn’t, I would be. I never lied to her, though; I really did love my job. If she asked me, I’d even have to admit, that it was before her in my heart. Not that I didn’t like Angela a lot; she was pretty, and nice when she wanted to be, but cooking was my passion. My firing, burning passion.

“The usual crowd orders the usual, Sir.” My friend, roommate and waiter, Jing Wong said, and a military-like way. I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Xiao Jing, how many times have we discussed this? I don’t want you to call me Sir. I’m your friend, and you call be Chun. Period.“ I said, and started cutting carrots. “I mean, you don’t see Angela walking around and calling me Sir, do you?”

“Well, no matter how good friends we are, I refuse to call you Chunny-bunny-honey.” Jing Wong made a face, and I had to restrict myself from laughing. “Anyways, Si… Chun, the usually crowd orders the usual. They told me to tell you that Jerry’s an idiot… I don’t know why, but they did… Oh, and also that Calvin’s sister is extremely annoying, and that you’re lucky to have someone like…”

“Jing Wong, get back to your work.” I said, in a tone that he had to understand; it was an order, not a suggestion.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Jing Wong said. He then opened the fridge, and took out five beer bottles. He found five glasses, and walked out of the kitchen. I rolled my eyes; he would never stop calling me Sir.

A few hours passed, and I kept on doing my work. I indeed did love cooking, but sometimes being the manager and head chef of a small restaurant could be tiring. Sometimes I wondered if it was my job, or my goodnight beer that made me sleep so well.

“Chunny bunny!” I heard a voice say behind me. Damn.

“Angie!” I answered, and faked a smile. “How are you, love?”

“I’m very well, thank you” Angela smiled. The tone in her voice indicated that this was one of her nice hours. Luckily. “Three number fours for table five, one number six for table seven, and praises to the chef from table four,” Angela smiled, and handed me a few sticky notes. “I wrote the orders down as always… Oh, and Jing Wong says that Show called him. Apparently, he’s shoe-shopping with some of his clients…” I could clearly hear Angela’s disapproval of Show in her voice, but I pretended not to. Angela never really liked Show, as he was very special, but she never said it out loud. I, in return, never accused her for disliking my friends. Show lived in my apartment, just like Jing Wong, and we usually split the rent into three. We all got along quite well, though we got on each others’ nerves sometimes. Angela often came by, and spent most of her spare time with us… Or me.

“What that guy won’t do for looking at shoes…” I laughed. “But if he likes it, then let him… Though I can’t say that I’m looking forward to hear about the shoes that Calvin Chen’s little sister and her two friends bought,” I rolled my eyes a little, and Angela giggled sweetly. I don’t know why, but I always imagined that Calvin Chen’s little sister was a nine year old girl, with pigtails and a lollipop in her hands. Maybe it was because of Calvin’s constant complains about how spoiled she was, as I knew she was nineteen; the guys had spoken about her birthday party.

“Well, as long as I’m not forced to hear about the perfect stiletto, I’m very pleased,” Angela claimed. I couldn’t help but laugh a little; I had seen the hungry way she looked at shoes, whenever she passed a shoe shop.“I don’t get his whole obsession with shoes! I mean yes, some are pretty, and some are not, and I do admit that the ones he’s the owner of are pretty awesome, but it’s shoes!” Angela looked like she didn’t understand anything. I looked down at her own shoes, and had to restrict myself not to laugh; if she didn’t care about shoes, she wouldn’t own such a pretty pair. Sure, it was sneakers, but there weren’t exactly normal. The fabric they were made of was silk-like and had a rosy color, and embroidered little, cute hearts on them. On the end of the shoe laces, they had something that looked suspiciously much like real pearls. I know where she got them too, though. Angela was a very big fan of second hand clothing, and therefore often wore clothes that she originally couldn’t afford. I wasn’t an expert on labels, but I did recognize brands like Gucci, Chanel and Versace.

“You sure don’t care about shoes, honey” I smiled, like I was giving up. She smiled back, and leaned forward. Possibly to kiss me.

“One number four, one twenty-three, and two fives for table two Sir.” I suddenly heard Jing Wong’s voice say. At that second, Angela’s face was only an inch away from my face. I sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Sir… I didn’t… mean to disturb…”

“Come on, Xiao Jing, why do you call Chunny ‘Sir’? You could at least call him Chun…” Angela smirked. I just sent him a cocky smile. Angela looked very satisfied with herself; she always did, when someone almost caught us kissing. Maybe she was proud of me, or maybe…

“I’m sorry, Miss,” Jing Wong looked at Angela, and then back at me. He looked very nervous, and it was hard to hide my laughter; his facial expression was really funny.

“Xiao Jing! Don’t you call me Miss. You know very well that my friends call me Angie, and as I see you as me friends, you shouldn’t use that formal tone with me!” Angela sounded like he had seriously insulted her, but still smirked.

“I’m so sorry, miss Angie…” Jing Wong said.

“Chunny bunny!” Angela called out for me, but I had already returned to my cooking. Angela and Jing Wong had always loved to tease each other, so I usually decided to let them.

 

“And that was the last orders…” I smiled, while cleaning the kitchen; it had to be ready for the next day. It had actually been a surprisingly good day. No food came back, I had gotten six compliments, and there had been a lot of people. Nothing could burst my happy bubble.

“Chun, Chun, guess what?!” I heard an excited voice say behind me. “I went shopping for shoes with Ella Chen, Hebe Tian and Selina Ren, and…” my friend Show had obviously returned, together with his raving happiness.

“Show, spare me for a detailed description of the shoes they bought, and thought about buying, and hated, please? I’m very tired… Angela and Jing Wong are already in the apartment, waiting for us to join them. We’re having our usual Wednesday’s beer… You can tell them about it while I’m cleaning? I’m sure they would love to hear about it.” I smirked. Our little clique always pulled pranks on each other, and it was my turn. In this week, Angela had made Jing Wong think that she was carrying my child, and Jing Wong had made me believe that the bathroom was on fire. I was craving for revenge.

“Oh, okay” Show said, and jollily ran towards the stairs, obviously to tell Angela and Jing Wong the story that he was about to tell me.

 

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, and was now sitting in an old couch, in my small living room.

“And then she bought these really incredible stilettos with a twelve cm heel in imitated snakeskin, and…” Show was now telling us about the shoes that Jolin Tsai, another one of his clients, had bought two months ago. If I hadn’t drunk beer, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.

“I think it’s time for me to go home…” Angela said, in a blurred voice. Her eyes were dimmed, and she was looking pretty sick. She defiantly wasn’t in a condition where we could let her walk alone on the streets.

“No Angela, you’re staying here. I’ll prepare the couch for you… Jing Wong, help her brush her teeth. Show? Just, uhm… Go to bed.” I ordered, and they did as I said. Afterwards, I got Angela dressed in a pink silk pajamas, and got her on the couch. I put an empty bucket next to her, just in case, and went to bed afterwards. I remembered to check if my alarm clock would ring at the right time, and slowly fell into a dreamless sleep. The Thursday would be terrible.

And that was one of my typical Wednesday nights.

 

***
Hey guys (:
Sorry for the late update…
I’ve just been really stressed out from homework, and cleaning and all…
I haven’t even found an internship yet!
Anyways, hope you like it…
Still not much action, but I wanted to picture Chun’s everyday for you too…
Please comment (:

Xoxo
Gril4Life