CassandraA Chapter by Pax ~ a glimpse of Cassandra's life and a little background of her....
Head chef: “Cassandra where the
hell is your thoughts flying around right now? Do you mind, I need a focused
assistant here. Don’t be such a waste of my time.”
Cassandra: “Sorry head Chef, I
just feel disoriented lately, because of these wedding preparations.”
Head Chef: *sigh*“I know you have
your priorities in life but when you’re at work, learn to separate your life to
your craft. Cooking is not just a job it’s a craft to master. Don’t let me think
that men are much better cook than women, because in terms of the art of
cooking we are all equal as humans.”
Cassandra: “Yes sir. I’ll not
disappoint you in this matter.”
Head Chef Tony is always
been there for me. Since I started 3 year ago in his well-known restaurant. I
started as a waitress. I was the first waitress here for he only allows men to
work as waiters. He defies his rule by allowing me to work in his restaurant. Maybe
it’s because I did helped him before. He almost jumps off the bridge because he
found out that his wife was having an affair with his best friend. Quite common
right! Glad I manage to persuade him not to jump (I had some experience on that
matter, maybe because I didn’t manage to convinced my mother. Didn’t know
either that she is capable of doing suicide or I can’t even blame that to my
father leaving us in a depressing period of ours). I told Tony that if you love
a person so much, set her free and don’t waste your time on hurting yourself.
Life is too precious to focus on one love, find another that deserves better,
like they say: there are tons of fishes in the ocean. Don’t end your life with
one broken relationship. Go and find another that fits perfectly for a well
matched soul. (Smiling remembering of what I said was a bit corny). It was such
a coincidence that I lost my job at that very same day where I found Tony
depressed and ready to die. He was in his late 30’s at that time and I was at
my young 20’s. We never had a romantic relation but we both enjoyed as
friends/brother-sister or even father and daughter. I think his the father I
never had fully experienced. He was there when I meet Bone and Spine. The
Brothers that had touch my heart in so many ways. Both were his regular
customers. Reminiscing on how I meet the brothers made me smile and that’s
another story… hmm… What am I doing lately? I feel some jitters in my veins.
Some confusion that stirs my heart. I know that I love Spine very much. I just
felt that I’m still not ready to commit maybe because of my first goal “career
first before commitment”. But then that was altered as my heart was swept of
its feet flying high towards Spine’s world. It’s a fast track love affair that
I never expect after the broke up with Bone. Is it really meant for us to
marry? Sigh! Why am I questioning my choices? This is right and it’s meant to
be. It’s just wedding jitters.
Waiter: “Hey Cass, here a letter for you. It’s coming from a
certain regular customer of ours.”
Cassandra: “What who is it?”
Waiter: “You know who.”
Head Chef: “Peter we have lots of dishes to prepare. Our little Cassie here
just received a warning from me and I don’t want to repeat it again!” *serious face*
Waiter: “But Sir, He’s our important customer.”
With that, our head Chef
didn’t argue much anymore. I wonder what Spine’s hold to him. Maybe there is a
huge favor going on between them. I better go ask him myself.
Waiter: “Cass wait! You forgot your letter”.
Cassandra: “Thanks Pete.”
Peter is a good boy from my
next door neighbor. I tutored him back in college when he was still in
highschool. Then his parents kick him out because he got in from a wrong side
of a group. Maybe he got curious and tried everything all at once then ending
up having a child and rehab in one month. I manage to give him hope that his
parents took for granted. I took him to a rehab. Then when he got out, he went
on search for his son because the mother of the child didn’t want the baby so
she gives his son away to a certain orphanage. It was a messy situation at that
time because when we got to the orphanage the child was already adopted by
another certain couple. The orphanage has some certain rules not giving
information without any authorization or real proof that his the real father.
With that it takes a lot more hassle and money. That is why today he promised
himself to work, study and saves up to find his long lost son. Sign!
Remembering it makes me stress because of the tiring moments of search.
Pete as I call him, reminds
me so much of my little brother who passed away long ago. My little brother was
diagnosed with leukemia at the age 14. It was a hard period of mine. It was
only me and my mother. My father runs away from us. And I found out from the news
that he came from a well-known family in Britain, very rich and he has a family
of his own. Oh god, imagine my horror and my mother’s shocked expression. From
then on we never bother finding what’s his reason on running away from us or
even bother asking money from him. We can stand in our own. I became a working
student. My mom has two jobs in one day and my brother is suffering in the
hospital. Until then the insurance can’t cover up the payload of the hospital
bills and my brother decided to stop the treatment, because he overheard us
talking to the doctor about he will only live for a month, that there is
nothing more they can do. The cancer cells were on its critical level that
spreads out through his lungs. He was on oxygen all the time. I was devastated
to see his smile despite the entire painful journey he suffers. All we can do
was support him all the way. I didn’t mind the hunger I felt at that time and
even my mother was losing weight because of all the work loads and the hospital
visits. After all that, my brother passed away before we could finish the last
thing in the bucket list of his. He wanted to go diving to see some corals. But
due to his lung problems and weak body it was check off, then I image he wanted
to see the coral reef why not go to an ocean park with big aquariums. As we
were set to go the next day, he passed away the night before the trip. Sigh…
why am I remembering this memories… maybe because I want my brother and my
mother on my wedding day.. oh mom I wish you two were still here… why do you
had to die too after Kenn. I didn’t know you were too disperses to kill
yourself. Why didn’t I see all the signs? I keep on blaming myself because of
it. That I took you for granted and focused my attention to work and to my
brother alone. I didn’t take care of you. I didn’t manage to check how your
wellbeing was. How was your state, was too much for you. I guess I’m much
stronger that you. A trait coming from my father. After graduation(highschool)
I’m already alone with no one. So I manage to work in many restaurants around
the city. Starting as a waitress then becoming an assistant cook. Enough about
me… Hmm… a letter. What is it this time. Spine has a lot of surprises lately.
Surprise visit to expensive gifts which I don’t need much. Now this letter….
Dear C,
Do you know what day is
today? Do you know the date today? Well its March 17, 2013, right. Anyways I
would like you to join me for a special dinner. Let Boy Thin over there cook
the specialty for I want you alone just this night… Just tell him it’s another
favor from me. Please dine with me.
~ S..
*smiling* Boy Thin, he always tease head chef with that name…. I
wonder what is so special about this day; it’s not even our anniversary or my
birthday or his. Now I see Spine’s eyes closed and seems that his concentrating
on something.
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