Jiya,s pov
Of course, everything in the Philippines is way more expensive than in Bangladesh, guys 800 PHP means 1,720 Bangladeshi Taka cab fare 🥲
Somehow, after getting off the cab with my 3 pieces of luggage, I started going up to my building. My flat is on the 4th floor. Allah, I'm dead – how will I climb up so high with 3 luggage bags? Orrrreeee. Somehow, I climbed up. When I reached upstairs, I saw the landlord standing there to give me the key. He doesn't live here; he came just for me. Then, while giving the key, he was telling me the house rules in broken English. Same as me – his English wasn't that good either. Us us. Then he left. I took a deep breath and lay down on the bed for a bit. Suddenly, call… Croak croak 🐸🐸
Even my call ringtone sounded like this heehee. I thought I just arrived here, no one knows me, who will call me. I already talked to Ammu, Abbu, Sofy – everyone. Then who else would call? I saw Sofy had called. We talked for a while. She was asking about Alex, if I met him or not. Ugh bro, Alex isn't my husband. I just arrived, and met him. If it was in my fate, then it would have happened. After chatting nonsense with her for a while, I checked my mail. I have to go to the agency today itself. Just arrived and work starts immediately. I opened my 3 luggage bags thinking what to wear. Today is my first day to go. I thought I would get ready nicely. Ugh… somehow I got ready.
Oh God, seeing the situation there I was shocked. Bro, I was the worst dressed among everyone. I wore just a shirt and jeans – comfort first, bro. I only applied Vaseline on my lips. Everyone was staring at me as if…bro, what happened, haven't they seen people before? Someone asked me where Bob Sir's room was, and showed me. I went. Uff, I felt so insulted. I should have learnt English well before coming. Though Sir is Filipino, his English is very smooth. And I am a donkey.
Sir, "so your name is Jiya right?"
Me, "yes sir."
Sir, "full name Jiya Khan, Zakir Khan is your father and Mira Khan your mother. Since you don't have any work experience, I can't give you any big task. You will only work under the assistants of celebrities here. Meaning you will assist the assistants. The assistants themselves will tell you when and what to do. And please improve your English as soon as possible because here it is very important for communication. Okay that's it, welcome to our country, welcome to this company too. You can leave now."
I said thank you and left. Assistant's assistant…wahh. Whose assistant's assistant will I be? Someone called from behind,
"hey new bee."
Bee – what the hell? I turned back and saw a girl, wearing a stylish dress, shorter than me in height. She came to me and said,
"Uy, bagong dating! Hindi pa kita nakita dati. Bakit ang pangit ng damit mo? Hindi mo ba alam kung paano pumunta sa opisina?"
I don't even know proper English and you're throwing Tagalog at me. I answered, "please can we talk in English. Actually I live in Bangladesh so I don't understand Tagalog language." She said, "wear nice dress. you look really bad."
This damn bitch was saying this all along and I was politely requesting her. Before I could even answer, she left. Good she left quickly. I was so angry. Then another person said,
"are you Jiya Kan."
It's not Kan, it's Khan.
"Miss Degi is calling you, please come with me."
I went and saw Miss Degi was none other than celebrity Maddy James's assistant, and I have to assist her. What to say, I didn't like this girl anyway. In Bangladesh no one likes her, she always plays villain roles and does witchy things in series. I'm sure no one likes her here either. No one plays villain roles here so she's not there. Whatever, still a celebrity. I have to call even the assistants 'ma'am' here.
"Yes ma'am, did you call me?"
Degi, "don't ask me questions from now on, just do whatever I say fast."
Me, "ok ma'am."
Degi, "now leave, when I call you come fast asap."
Me, "ok ma'am."
I left and was sitting in the cafeteria. Just for a glass of water she called me. Before I even received it, she shouted,
"Quickly, maddy mam wants kiwi juice. "
Where will I get kiwi juice? I asked the cafeteria guy, he said it can be made here. Hearing that I felt a bit relieved. He gave me everything to make it. I made it; I never made it in my life, never even drank it, whatever, still made it anyhow and took it to her. Had to go to the 11th floor, lift was busy so I used stairs, oh Allah I was dying. Reached her room, Maddy was sitting on her chair. Degi signalled to give it quickly. I gave it, she checked it properly, took a sip, and spat it out completely. I felt so bad – what was wrong with the juice?
Maddy, "Ang pangit eww."
Just hearing "eww" I understood she didn't like it. Then Degi ma'am told me to make it again, I did, again it was bad. After that, adjusting AC temperature for Maddy again and again – finally, the AC was about to commit suicide. This bitch was sweating so much she gave me her jacket saying,
"hold it."
As I tried to take it, I almost died from the smell. Perfume + sweat smell – oh Allah, I was finished. Celebrity or what, doesn't she bathe? She had a shoot so she needed to select dresses. She didn't want to wear this dress or that dress – from the 11th to ground floor, how many times did I go up and down. I got the lift only 4 times, the rest I had to take stairs. Damn Maddy James – hairy bitch, slut, whore, bitch, slut, motherfer* – ahhhh now I feel a bit peaceful 😌😌
Finally, after finishing all the work, I saw a big poster of Alex. I saw him and hmm… all my tiredness of the day disappeared. Ahh what a smile he was giving. Under Alex Astor's poster it was written "24 May grand party at Cornerstone Entertainment." Well, since I work here, no matter how small my job is, everyone is invited. Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy means I can seeeeee him wooohoooooo 🎉🎉🎉🎉 la la la laaaaaa 😄😄