CHAPTER 3.1

CHAPTER 3.1

During the few minutes, I meditated here in my room a faint knocked caught my attention. For a while I was doing a sound trip on my iPod, just to have fun while waiting for my breakfast. I tried to stand up but I can’t immediately stand up, instead shouted the word 'come in'.

When housemate Greta entered my room, she immediately joined me when she noticed that I’m in trouble getting up on my bed.

"Triah," I stopped myself for doing such things, I hardly breathe. She first laid the food tray on the small table.

"What happened to you Triah, and you look like a rolling ball there," Greta mentioned while chuckling. When she held out her hand to me, I immediately accepted it, and there I got the strength to sit down, but unfortunately…

"Waaaah. Ouch. Triah. You’re too heavy. I already told you right. Let's jog every afternoon there in your yard. To reduce your weight." she breathes while pushing me full force to let me sit down.

Using her both hands.

"Ahhh. One. Two. Three. Ahhhh." she shouted with all her lungs as she’s pushing me.

Greta and I are the same age, that’s why her face was turned red for too much force when pushing me to sit properly. But she was a few months ahead of me. I used to call her sister. But she insisted that I should not call her sister, it looks like I make her feel older. So okay, we stay like this. Actually, she's my friend here at home, she's the only one I can be with when mommy and daddy have a walk and Aling Milan is doing something.

If you’re asking, she is Manang's real daughter. Manang brings her here to be my playmate.

But this child is also disobedient like me, she did approach mommy and apply as a working student. Haaay, mom said yes upon hearing that, because it is more advantageous to have her as one of our housemaids, so she was hired.

The other housemaids also asked her to do easy jobs because she was considered the youngest.

"What are you doing?" she whispered angrily. But her voice is not really angry.

"I'm doing curl-ups, hey." I lied.

"Are you kidding? Were there curl-ups that you almost crawl on the side of your bed just so you can get up? Here, this is your breakfast. Eat that, piggy Triah." Teasing me while putting down the tray of food in front of me.

"Oh come on, you’re calling me piggy? Hey, are you blind? Look at the mirror to check yourself." I teased her back with a wicked smile on my lips.

"Shut up Triah! Here, swallow it," she suddenly put a hotdog in my mouth. I choked. Greta hurriedly tapping my back because of having some trouble breathing.

"Oh my! Oh my! Here, here’s your milk. Drink it," she reached me a glass of milk. I drink it to ease something that clogged my throat.

"Oho. Oho. Y-You, oho!" I’m still coughing. Until I recovered from the extreme confusion earlier in my suffocation.

"Are you okay?" she worriedly asked. I nodded and focus on the food.

"It's you. Did you start it? Duh...I’m just chubby." I playfully drowned.

"Take it, slow girl! Eating is not a contest." she rebuked me. I drank milk again.

"It's not me. Do you really believe what I just said? I’m just kidding Greta, of course, you’re pretty chubby I ever known. Nothing more nothing less. Happy?" I tell the truth.

"Really?"

"Yes,"

"Ayeee. Thank you." She hugged me tight and kissed my cheeks.

"Those fats in your body were just baby fats, there’s a hundred percent chance that will disappear, but mine? I don't know if it has." I laughed when saying those jokes.

"What now? Let's exercise?" she offered.

"When there is free time!" I smirked.

"There you are again in your free time-free time." annoyed Greta said.

"Why are you a villain now, huh? Greta?" I'm kidding.

"Duh..." she ignored my words and turned around.

I ate again and then she fixed my clutter. Also wiping the frames on my dresser. She’s looking around while cleaning. I’m also looking at her when she suddenly spoke. She’s not facing me right now so I can only see her back.

"Triah," she began.

"Are you and Trisha closed?" she immediately asked.

"Trisha? Hmm, of course." Growing confusion is now on me.

"Are you two always talking?"

"Only once, when she's not doing anything in her room." I finished eating.

"Why did you ask?" I stood up to put the empty tray on the table.

"Nothing," and she put back the picture of Trisha and me.

"Are you done eating?" she changed the topic.

There seems to be something strange about Greta's questions, I would have to ask her but she seems to be the one avoiding it, getting back here out of nowhere questions back.

"Don't think about those words I asked earlier, those questions don't matter at all." she smiled as if she was counted. She was about to leave my room when I stopped her.

"Greta, can I go out with you?"

"Hmm Triah, my mother told me not to let you out of your room," sadness is what I saw on Greta’s face.

"Why?"

"Madam ordered us too." I was confused.

"By mommy?"

And Greta nodded.

"Why?" I'm still confused.

"There were unknown visitors who came, your mommy and daddy's colleagues at the casino I guess. I'm not sure, don't worry because it is only today that you can't leave your room." Greta's long litany.

"Is that so?" I innocently stated.

"Is Trisha also not being released?"

Greta was silent and seemed to have no intention of answering.

"I really want to go out Greta, promise really. I will never show off to them, mom and dad." I'm begging Greta. But she still does not show some consent.

"... or else, I'll just go to Trisha’s room," I was about to go out when she suddenly blocked me.