To Where You are

She slowly opened her eyes. She felt her body was exhausted, and there was no energy left to get her up. She rolled her eyes around the room. It was beautiful. It looks like a typical room in an expensive hotel. Where is she? That immediately entered her mind when she realized that the environment was foreign to her. Even though her body was weak, she forced herself to get up. "At last you're awake." She immediately looked at the speaker. Standing at the door was an old American holding a cane. He entered the room with a smile. "Where am I?" with fear in her voice, she immediately asked. "You're in my suite," he responds, without removing the smile from his lips. "I found you near my car and since you didn't have any identification with you, I've brought you here," he explained. Then she may be lost consciousness earlier. The only thing she remembers is that she is weakly leaning against a car. Because she felt at that moment that her chest tightened as her tears kept flowing until she could just feel that the surroundings around her were gradually getting darker. There seemed to be a spring of water that she could not stop the tears from falling in her eyes. Her heart ached returned when she remembered the reason she was crying before she lost consciousness. "Are you okay?" the old man's voice was worried when he saw her crying. "Y-yes. Thank You very much. I have to go." She tried to stand up, but he stopped her. "Don't move. You seem too weak," he said. She shook her head and wiped the tears that ran down her cheeks with her palm. "The doctor will be here any moment. I think you're sick," he commented, staring at her pale face. "Why don't you take a rest, while waiting for the doctor to arrive," he suggests. "I ... I have to go." She forced herself to stand, even though she was still feeling a slight headache. She did not know how to feel at this moment. "Don't be afraid. I wouldn't do anything to you. I just want to help you." he said sincerely. She can't deny the fear she felt inside. She looked up and looked at the old man. He was respectful to look at, and he looked kind. His appearance shows that he is capable, besides his inherent authority in his actions and speech. He remembered someone who looks like him, but she also immediately erased it from her mind before she could cry again. She thinks he is in his seventy-plus of his age. "You're a Filipino, right? She could not answer. An intense fear enveloped her chest. What if he found out that she was TNT and reported it to immigration? They will send her home, and she is not ready for that yet. "So, where do you stay here?" the old man asked again without removing the smiles from his lips. Perhaps he wanted to dispel his fears. She averted her eyes from it. Where is she going home? She asked herself, confused. In the room she rents she knew she could not pay or in the flat of ... She shook her head again and again and could not help but her chest ached. "Do you have a problem?" She shook her head and bowed her head. She felt those moments that she was confused and did not know what to do. She could not go to her Aunt Ana, her only relative in America because she did not know that she was still in California. She is sure that her aunt will be angry when she finds out that she did not return to the Philippines and that she stays illegally in America for two months. Her Aunt Ana was her mother's cousin, and they asked for her favor to help her get to America even as a tourist. She only forced her parents to mortgage their farm so that she could use something to leave. She wanted to come to America to find a job as a Nurse and help the family. But during his half-year in California, she was not lucky enough to work in a hospital or get any permanent job. She only held a part-time visa. It forced her to be a TNT because she knew she still had not had enough money to save their farm, apart from the fact that she could not leave someone behind. That is why her Aunt Ana wants her to go back to the Philippines. Again, she could not stop the tears from falling into her eyes. She caressed her stomach when she heard the old man speak again. "I can help you. Trust me. I have a soft heart for Filipinos. I help them, especially the TNT's," he said as if guessing her big problem. She stared at the old American again. She estimates if what he says is true. It's hard to just trust someone you don't know. She is very vulnerable in her current situation. "I can give you a job. Most of my people are Filipinos," he continued with a smile. "I am married to a Filipina ... They took good care of me." She did not say a word. "I'm Jeff Miller from San Francisco," the old man introduced himself and stepped closer as he held out his hand to her. She hesitated for a moment before being able to speak and give the trembling palms to him. "I'm B-Bella. Bella Lopez.