chapter 2

The sun is shining but Vivien still doesn't get up. His body is very tired and at the same time he is lazy.

He lay down for an hour before he decided to get up to take a shower.

Pickled chicken was what he thought of cooking that morning. Her favorite.

After cooking, he took a plate and started eating. He didn't know but he felt nauseous so he quickly went to the bathroom to throw up there.

When he got all his vomit out, he returned to the kitchen and sat down.

"I lost my appetite. It's disgusting!" He grinned. She looks at her apartment. It's small and warm. Good thing he has an electric fan. He was immediately taken aback by the memory of not being able to pay his rent for two months because his salary was no longer enough.

I'm sure the landlady will evict him from here tomorrow or later. That's still rude!

He quickly went to his room and looked for something to wear. He will now look for a morning job to increase his salary.

She has to work hard for herself and for her future baby. How can he live alone, especially since he doesn't have enough money for his daily expenses.

She chose a yellow dress and went to the mirror. He stroked his stomach and felt it.

"I made a mistake and that's you. But that mistake is the one I've never regretted." He straightened himself up and left the house. He immediately hailed a taxi to start looking for a job.

Some time passed and it was six o'clock in the afternoon. It's dark around but he can't find a job. Even though there was a job offer, no one accepted him. Even if he is applicable, he is disappointed.

Being very tired and hungry, he decided to go to a restaurant to eat. He is very hungry and he can't afford not to eat in his current state. Especially since she is pregnant.

Her baby also needs enough nutrition to be healthy afterwards.

He energetically headed for the empty seat near the door of the restaurant. He sat there and called the waitress. He gave the menu to him and immediately chose food.

After ordering, he fiddled with his cellphone.

He was texting his friend Charlotte. They haven't seen each other for a few weeks and it doesn't make him feel better. How is it?

Charlotte no longer replies to his texts even when he calls, it is out of coverage.

Is she okay?

He didn't bother texting her again because his order had already arrived.

After eating, he rested for 20 minutes before finally leaving the restaurant. He was going down the stairs when he tripped and fell.

"Damn it!" When you look at it!

Because of what happened, he did not notice the arrival of a car in front of him. Someone came down that he didn't bother to look at because he was having trouble standing up.

He looked up to realize who the man was.

What is he doing here?

The young man looking at him was serious. There is no emotion on the face.

Oh crap! What shame is that?

His cheeks turned red when he realized it was Lucas. It made him smile and was silent as if looking at him.

"I-you?" The girl's attitude is weak.

"Why do you expect something else?" His voice was full of grumpiness.

He didn't speak and just shook his head. He slowly stood up and she couldn't even help him.

Rude! No respect!

He struggled with it then abandoned it. He doesn't have time to mess with that person anymore. He hates it now.

"Where are you going?" he asked coldly as he turned around. The look of his eyes made her stop. His voice was authoritative and she kept on thinking that he was afraid of her.

"Home!" he replied sparingly.

It shrugged and grinned devilishly.

"You really called that cheap and small apartment a home?!" In his speech, he belittled the only house that sheltered him now.

"So what? This is my life and don't interfere!" I couldn't hold back and said those words to him.

"Stop that! You're like children!" I turned to the man who got out of the car. It's an older version of Lucas. They have the same face, the only difference is that they are in the 50's. Is he Lucas' father?

"Hija, can I talk to you?" The nervousness in the girl's chest immediately disappeared. Because it is kind in dealing with him.

"W-what is that?"

"I just have some things I want to offer you." It was like he was nailed to where he was standing.

Offer? He says he has something he wants to offer? What's that? About what?