The next fortnight was a heavy burden on Nur's shoulder. She spent as much time as she could with her mother after she'd come back home from another fail attempt to find herself a job.

For once, she considered telling her mother about the job she lost but then she'd halt herself for she would not worry her.

A night before her mother's departure, Nur laid her head on her mother's lap and closed her eyes while her mother oiled and braided Nur's hair as she recalled a childhood story of Nur. She had heard those stories million times but her mother was getting old and she would not remember whether a tale has been repeated twice time a day or not.

Nur had a peaceful sleep on her mother's lap.

The next day, she woke up with a heavy heart as she dropped her mother to the airport and with a saddened smile and teary eyes, bid her mother a long farewell. Even when she was to go, she mother repeated the same quote to her. 'Patience would make everything fall into place.' But this time, Nur did not said anything but only smiled and hugged her one last time.

Nur came back from the airport and considered praying and just sleeping but seeing her empty fridge and her bowl of all of her savings—the ones she saved for her restaurant she dreamed to build—vacant, she coudn't help but push herself off the couch to set off to find a job.

After all day's tiring efforts, Nur for once, decides to change her path to her home. She crosses the famous ThornRose's cheapest food street.

With her head low, she passes the people cooking and the people fulfilling their appetites after a tiring day at work.

Her hopelessness makes her head bow further. She does have savings at all. She spent all of them on her mother's medicines and now she does not have money, nor her mother.

A dog barks and Nur's eyes widen. Her fear of dogs makes her back off even though the dog is miles away from her. One stare at the dog's blazing black eyes, and all the hair on her arms stand up.

She keeps on stepping back until she hits something. She looks back and seeing a chest, corrects her posture. 'I'm terribly sorry.' Nur says but the man, covered in black hat, goggles and a long coat, merely nods as he sets off to the opposite direction.

Glaring one last time at the dog, Nur changes her path too.

She sits on a chair, in the hope that she would be able to feel the breeze of the sea. She sighs as she looks at the forlorn sea, whose waves crash the shore ever so gently, as if afraid of what wildness might bring.

When someone snaps their fingers in front of Nur's eyes, then does she realises someone has been calling her. 'I'm sorry,' she straightens herself as she looks up at the person.

It is an old woman, with wrinkled dull face but youthful blue eyes. She wipes her hand on her apron as she taps the back of her pen on the notebook supposedly to take an order. She arches her almost none eyebrow, waiting for her.

'I'm sorry, I'm not here to eat anything.'

'Then why are you sitting on the chair?' Nur flinches at the harsh tone of her. 'Get up! You homeless brats, always causing problems.' She does not bother lowering her voice, announcing the entire street of the lie.

'I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean t—'

'—Oh hush! I know your types of people! Dressing nicely to trick us! I might be a little dead but know child, I'm no blind.' Nur purses her lips. She is feeling low enough without her words as an addition. 'Now, shoo! Shoo!' The lady at ripe age waves her hand in the air, as if telling a dog to go away.

'I'm not a—' Nur tries to explain but she doesn't listen as she goes back in the diner.

Nur picks her bag up—the same bag she uses for grocery shopping. Before she is to set off, her eyes set on the board outside the same door the woman just went in.

IN NEED OF EMPLOYÉS.
CONTACT FOR MORE DETAILS.

Even though that woman talked so hardly to her, Nur has no option.

Sighing and preparing herself for the worst, Nur enters the diner.

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