Lips Services
Lips Service ● Chapter 3

What the fuck?

Lips ... What lips? Lips Service said?

Bad thoughts about the Elder were created. Beyza who initially thought Elder was a figure of a man full of authority, in fact only a lewd young master, unethical, and very perverted. Well, that was his opinion when he heard the Elder's offer.

He did not even want to care about the Elder's reasoning. For him, it was just a ploy so that the master could get a kiss from the opposite sex.

But on the other hand. The elder who was still standing agape, felt extremely annoyed. Of course, this was the first time he had gotten a rejection. In fact, it is usually the Elder who refuses until finally decides on his lover.

But the Elder did not give up. The ambition to conquer Beyza suddenly grew only overnight. As if feeling challenged to face rejection from the maid who had only worked for a few days.

Since that night. Every act of Beyza always gets a cold gaze from the Elder. Even as he cooked, Elder pretended to read the report while looking at him silently.

Even when cleaning, the man's gaze was still staring at him sharply. It was as if gazed at a sharp tiger that made it a lunch meal.

Elder's treatment has definitely made Beyza uncomfortable. The girl tried to talk to Rubby to be moved elsewhere. But unfortunately, before he spoke to Rubby, the Elder preceded him.

"Is there a problem there?" rubby asked when Beyza expressed her wish.

"Nope-no. It's just …."

Beyza's words suddenly stifled. He himself also felt confused about what kind of reason to give Rubby. It was impossible if he were to discuss about the young master's offer, obviously Rubby would not believe it.

"You've only been working a few days. If this job feels heavy, you can resign" Rubby said without further ado.

"No! Sorry, Aunt Rubby. I lost focus for a moment. I'll work harder."

"good. I love your neat and deft work, Beyza. So, hang on."

Beyza ended her phone call, then sighed harshly. From the beginning, this was predicted. Rubby is not a person who is easily persuaded for any reason. Well, it was like a rumor circulating among the workers.

In the end, he tried to stay afloat even though the Elder continued to stare at him like a rabbit that would become a meal.

Up to a week passed after the offer from Elder. That day Beyza got the task to shop for necessities outside with Baris, a middle-aged driver who has been working for 10 years.

Some of the necessities were already being bought by Beyza, when he suddenly got a phone call from his sister.

"Sister, where are you? Hurry home, you're beaten up by thugs!"

Shock, of course. Beyza immediately told Baris to go home first to bring groceries. He hurried back home.

Balat, a traditional Jewish quarter in Istanbul's Fatih district. Located on the European side of Istanbul, in the old city, the historic peninsula is right on the western edge of the Golden Horn.

But it is different from his nickname as the Golden Horn. On the other side of Balat district, there is an area that can be said to be slum. Some of the houses and buildings there look unkempt, even almost collapsed. One of the buildings belonged to the Beyza family.

The girl with long hair neatly coiled looks run in a hurry after getting off the taxi. Seeing in front of his house a lot of people were crowding around, he grew even more panicked.

Beyza rushed through the crowd of neighbors who were watching the father being beaten all out by the thugs. Beyza, who was directly focused on the father, immediately broke them.

Naas, the clap of one of the thugs hit his face. Beyza fell helpless. However he hurriedly got up and threatened them while showing them a cell phone.

"Stop or I'll call the cops!"

"Can't pay, just take the house!" said the tall thin man who had been standing leaning against an ancient blue car.

"No! No, don't take the house!" shouted a middle-aged woman loudly.

The woman named Bedia hurriedly ran over to the skinny man. He knelt down, begging for mercy. Shortly thereafter, a 23-year-old girl also approached the man.

"We will definitely pay. My brother works at a rich man's house, he'll pay you in a week. Believe me!"

The sister's words made Beyza stunned. He turned his head, seeing his sister and mother making him a shield just because of his job.

The man pinched sharply towards Beyza. Staring with his sneaky eyes from top to bottom. Seeing the black maid clothes that Beyza was wearing, made her believe a little Eren's words.

"okay! One more week. If you can't pay for it, this house is mine!"

Beyza's legs instantly limp as some of the men leave. There was a feeling of relief, there was also a sense of worry about the promise Eren pinned.

However, his annoyance and anger were more domineering. He hurriedly approached Eren, then floated his hand on the sister's cheek.

THE PLAQUE!!

"Are you crazy!" Beyza tries to evoke strong emotions.

Instead of getting a defense from the mother, the 50-year-old woman actually defended her sister.

"Aren't you working in a rich family? At least borrow a little from them, and then take it easy by cutting your pay!"

Hearing that, Beyza grew emotional. He squeezed his hand tightly, trying to resist from exploding in public. Only, the words of the father made him grow even more furious.

"Your mother's right. Borrow a little from them, 200 thousand liras is just a little money for them."

"True, dedicate a little to your father, your mother, Beyza," said some neighbors who eventually made his emotions explode.

"Disputed? Do you understand correctly the meaning of the word filial?" Beyza turned around, looking at some people who had not yet left.

"Who do you think is going to support this family after my school is over? Who do you think is just watching the series at home, getting drunk, and gambling?" beyza said as she looked at the neighbors.

"The debt of 100 thousand has just been paid, and I have to work from 6 am to 1 pm for two years!" Beyza is still continuing her emotional overflow, she even looked at Bedia and Eren sharply.

"You're trying to count with your own family? Mom and Dad raised you, brother. At least help a little. It was not worth their sacrifice all along!"

Eren's words managed to make Beyza's eyes redden. The girl could not say anything more. His efforts to resuscitate his family ended in vain.

Instead of continuing the debate. Beyza chose to leave without saying anything. Bring all the disappointment, sadness, and emotion.

Should I humble myself and accept Mr Elder's offer? Should I do that for the sake of a family that never even cares about my tiredness?

...☆TBC☆...

The sajennya don't forget.

Othor seems to need a cup of coffee 😅😅