thousand pesos per plate. She was directionless after the news that shook her whole being ea
the hospital, fig
of Oas, Albay, while he was pulling the carabao in the fields earlier. She was from Legazpi City, a Bicolana who was forced to go to Manila and stop her college education du
ven finished her first year of college, so her only choice was to work as a waitress. She wasn't even qualified, to begin with. That's what the manager said durin
e immune to being a waitress in this five-star restaurant, as she still couldn't save any money. She received the Manila rate, w
but they lacked the funds to lift themselves out of poverty. The land where their house stood in the province didn't belong to them. It belonged to the land's owner, who had once made an inappropri
, and other gadgets. It was deducted from her salary, and she continued paying for it until now. If she had any sav
pt that. It was so painful to be a child who couldn't do anything for her parents in their time of need. It was so hard to be poor. It seemed that the people in the restaurant
ose words reminded her of painful
ing, which barely covered her behind, suited her perfectly. Her well-shaped body was clearly visible. Frankly speaking, Macho Café and Restaurant is mostly frequented by men. There are women too, but most of the clientele ar
were dining there. The man's gaze at her was intense, but she was accustomed to such looks. The
om him and continued wa
stomers. She even glanced at a guy on the opposite side of the table.
The man on h
s didn't have any Filipino blood because of his appearance. He was a very beautiful man, with a sharp nose, pink lips,
use of his tone.
he asked
ing," he said and horr
it was number 06! She panicked. That's why the table
ook the food she had placed dow
bumped the iced tea on his glass, c
't apologize enough. The man stood up
loth? Why the hell
t of him, near his fly. She kept apologizing and doing what she sho
again. His gaze was even more i
was his manhoo