A LOVE THAT IS FOREIGN

Scheduled Night out

In a small apartment that is not fully equipped but still passed the standard house for a human to survive, there, Asia lives. She got all the stuffs she needed. A bed, a comforter when she needed it most, a fridge where she store her foods, a fan, plates, spoons, all the necessities are present which helps her to survive in the busy and never ending struggles in New York City.

Every single day, Asia wakes up at five in the freaking morning. She cook foods. But it's not for herself. She's packing it into boxes and she's selling them to her colleagues for their breakfast.

Today, Asia made her most requested dish. A Filipino cuisine namely adobo. A meat, either pork or chicken or any types of meat, cooked in the mixture of soy sauce, vinegar, a little bit of water, pepper and other spices like onion and garlic.

Selling breakfast has been her sideline for three years and the money is good. It's profitable. Not too much but still a very big help so she can provide for herself and at the same time, provide for her family in the Philippines. She's an OFW or Overseas Filipino Worker. No, she's not a domestic helper. She wouldn't waste her degree if she'll be a DH in a foreign country when she can have a very good job in her own land.

She's working for a call center company in NYC. The perfect job where she can apply her knowledge and degree.

After closing the 20th box of rice with adobo dish, she stand up straight and wipe her forehead with almost big as teardrop of moist.

"20th box, all reserved!" She cheer.

Asia look up at her digital clock stating that it's already six in the morning. Work starts at 7:30 when she's in the morning shift. And 7:30 if she's in a night shift. Depends on the schedule given by the company and her account.

The multi-tasker that she is, Asia already took a shower while the rice were on the cooker. All she have to do now is to slide into her semi-formal clothes, blow dry her hair, comb them straight then calls for a cab.

Same things happen every single day. Work til she droppped, sleep every weekends, then struggle again at the beginning until the end of weekdays.

After putting on her two inches plain black stiletto, she carried the bag where her boxes of meals are kept. She locked her door and just in time, the cab arrived.

Like her everyday set up, Asia stated her destination, the driver started the engine, they arrived on her workplace, she paid her bill and then deliver her meals for half an hour or less. Collect their payment for her foods then sat down on her cubicle, put her earphone on and talk to different people with different nationalities and different countries.

After couple of hours of nonstop working, Asia went out with a friend for an hour of lunch break.

"Is it just me or I did saw a pineapple on your dish today? Heck, the combination was dope! Never would have I imagine that was good." Tamira said. A brunette woman born and raised in New York who become instant friend of Asia the moment she set foot on the company three years ago. Tamira stand taller than Asia. Her eyes were blue as the ocean and her skin were pale, with small moles-like all over her cheeks and nose.

"Yeah, I've put pineapples on it. I have extra money so I decided to buy pineapple. I knew you'd like it."

They just entered Maycè's. A fast food restaurant of their liking. They sell foods in affordable price and they taste just fine.

Asia and Tamira sat down on their favorite table. Beside the transparent glass giving them the view of the road, the passing vehicles and the compary where they work for.

"I'm craving for that dish. I could totally eat them whole day without complain. Hell, yeah." Tamira confessed which made Asia's heart flutter in joy. That means she cooked deliciously. Asia is taking that in as a praise.

"Don't worry, Tàmie. I still have two months in feeding you an amazing dishes. You can even drop home, I'll teach you how to cook." Asia winked.

"Oh no. Spices, stoves, pans and spatula is not my thing. I don't do cooking cause I'm a professional eater."

Both women laugh. They were disturbed only when a waiter came to get their orders. They'll be having same lunch and drinks. As soon as the waiter left, Tamira frowned. "You'll be leaving in two months. Can't you just stay?"

Asia curved her lips then look down at the wooden and flourished table. "I can't. I have a family in Philippines, and I missed them so much. I'd been away from home for 4 years."

"Well, I can't blame you if you really are unstoppable. They were your family after all." Tamira shrugged her shoulders.

Asia raised her head and welcome her friend's blue and amazing eyes.

"Will you ever come back?"

The arch of her lips still there as she nod her head. "I'll try. If the income is just as good in my country, I'll be staying there. But if not, I'm considering to go back here."

"I really wanted you to come back but I don't want to be selfish to your family."

Their order arrived. The waiter put all the foods in their table carefully then left afterwards.

They're having a bowl of mushroom soup, salad and steamed salmon. Those were weird combinations but weirdos makes the best food collaboration.

Tamira and Asia grabbed their spoon and mixed their smoking hot soup.

"By the way, I really wanted to go Friday night out with you. We haven't done that for a while because of your part-time jobs. Can you vacant your Friday night?"

Asia stopped mixing her soup and she put down her spoon. She picked up the small knife to slice the salmon. Asia dipped it into the sauce then stuff her mouth a large portion. "Friday night?" She repeated while chewing.

"That... is so grossed." Tamira commented as she shiver.

"You've seen me like this multiple times. Stop acting." Once done chewing, Asia swallowed them. She grin on Tamira.

"So? Friday night?" Tamira took a spoonful of soup.

"I'll try."

"I don't trust try, Asia. I want you to promise me."

"But--"

"No more part-time jobs. Drop that even for a night. Come on! We're f*****g adults! And I freaking need a man that'll bang me until my brain breaks down. It's been couple of months since I get a proper laid. Come on, Asia. Loosen up! You think you'll get pregnant by a foreigner if you stayed in your home-work-part-time-jobs world? Boo!"

Asia trusted Tamira even with her dirtiest secret. Tamira knew that Asia really have this flamming desire within her to have a child with a foreign blood. But like what's been mentioned, how the hell is she going to get pregnant if she'll be too busy making money?

"Alright, alright. Friday night out, let's do that. And I'm telling you, Tàmie, I'll be coming back home with a child in here." Asia rubbed her stomach and they burts out laughing.

She's twenty f*****g seven years old and one hella virgin. Maybe it's about time to find a man who'll gave her angels she can brought with her back to her country. She don't know why she's obsessed about the concept of getting a child of a man with different nationality. She just really wanted a beautiful child she will cherish and protect until she grows old.

She'd be a cool mum and she's too excited about Friday night out.