I laid on my bed and wondered how I survived my 1st week at the restaurant.

It's Saturday and I'm off for today. I can feel how my arms and waist almost hung loose because of lifting boxes of our stocked ingredients which arrived yesterday.

I'm too weak to move a muscle. I'm starving but I don't want to move around.

I closed my eyes and tried opening them without my spectacles.

I may not see everything clearly but I can still see with my eyes.

I heard knocks on my door and pondered whether to open it or not.

I remembered my 'apartment-mate' , Sheila.

Not wanting her to wait for me too long, I struggled to get up and grabbed my spectacles which was laying on top of my side table.

With me only in my pajamas and disheveled hair, I stood up and in  barefoot, walked towards the door to open it.

"Good morning, Ma'am. Miss Clarinet Sizon?" The delivery guy of a famous chinese restaurant asked with a paper bag full of their food.

I nodded and raised an eyebrow.
"Wala po akong inorder na pagkain, Kuya."

I racked my brain if nagsleep talk ba ako at natawagan ko ang fastfood nila para magladeliver. But nahilo lang ako.

"Bayad na po ito, Ma'am. " The delivery guy smiled. "Paki-pirmahan na lang po itong resibo mam."

"Sino po ang nagpadala, Kuya?" I asked still not doing what he requested.

"Ayaw po magpasabi, Ma'am. Pakipirmahan na lang po. Baka po, mapagalitan ako sa opisina. " Kamot-ulong sabi nya.

I silently signed my name and get the foods and thanked him before locking my door.

Dire-diretso akong pumunta sa dining table at nilapag ang dumplings, chocopao and shanghai rolls sa lamesa.

Luckily, may rice ng kasama ang dumplings at shanghai na inorder ng sender.

I'm still torn kung kakainin ko ba ang mga to dahil baka may sa mangkukulam ang nagpadala at baka may gayuma ang mga pagkain pero tinraydor ako ng aking tyan.

It's already 9:30 AM. Hindi na ako nagtataka kung bakit ganon na lang ang kalam ng sikmura ko pagkagising ko.

I pulled out a plate and got my utensils and a glass of water before digging in.

Wala pang bente minuto ay busog na busog akong dumighay at napahimas sa tyan ko.

Itatapon ko na sa basurahan ang plastic at styrofoam na pinaglagyan ng mga delivery ng may mahulog na note.

It was written in bold, typewritten letters.

To: Clarinet
Kainin mo yan. Wag kang mag-alala. Wala yang gayuma.
Wag kang assuming.
Hindi lang ikaw ang pinadalan ko nito.
From: Onyx De Silva 😝

"De Silvaaa!" I groaned in frustration.