Secrets of Lakefront House
CHAPTER 3. EXPELLED FROM APARTMENT

"Mr Manan?"

The man turned his head to Jilena, slightly surprised by her sudden presence. "Hi," he said, with a thin and sad smile. "I'm sorry, Miss Jil, I have no other choice, I give you three days to get out of this apartment."

He glanced back at the note affixed to the front door, and pointed towards it. "No, please.give me a little time," Jilena asked with a clear look. "I'm sure I'll get a job as soon as I can."

"Sorry, but I have to do this, jil-it's building management policy. If it's up to me, I'll give you longer, but I have to answer to the owner, you know?"

"Jil, if I could help you".

"Mr Manan, can I ask for the phone number or address of the owner of my apartment? Maybe I can persuade him to give me some time."

"Sorry, I don't think that's a good idea, Jil. Do you know he's an asshole? He could have asked for your body as payment."

Yeah, I know the guy who owns my apartment, he's a lecherous man. Middle aged around 50 years old, yes.although it can be admitted that he does have a handsome face at his age, but the man is a land crocodile. Long ago, he used to tease me when it came to charging rent." Ahhhhh really is my fate.

Mr. Manan tapped his fat finger at the notice a few times, before finally leaving. "You have three days - pay your rent or you have to get out." Jilena opened the door and rushed in, trying to hold back the tears. He tried his best but things didn't go his way. Even he felt worse, if he could talk to his mother.

What's he gonna do now? Perhaps her older sister Sarah could lend her some money, or perhaps Aunt Goddess, even though she felt very reluctant to ask them for help.

After leaving home at the age of seventeen, Jilena always lived independently, never asking for help from others. Her parents insisted on paying her tuition, but she refused and financed herself. Now, his life is very bad and he doesn't know what to do.

If only her mother were still there. He could talk to his mother and cry on her shoulder, asking her what to do. But his mother died a few years ago. Shadowed by his father's stern face, it was impossible to ask for his help in any form.

She grabs the phone from her bag, trying to contact Romi. Yes, Romi can certainly help him as a child rich man and have a good career even though the man is known as a playboy.

"Hi, Jil. Tumben you called? Is it my handsome face?" cihhhh admitted he was reluctant to call Romi if it was not because of tightness. "Koq silence? You got a problem? Need my help? Or do you miss it?" the series of questions made Jilena pursed her lips in annoyance.

"You're just like a cop". He tried to calm down, even though his chest was rumbling. "There's nothing koq, sorry that's interrupting your time". "Ehhhh..wait, don't hang up". But Jilena hung up the phone. There was no courage to ask Romi for help. Then he asked for something else in return.

Ting.

Chat in from Romi 'why is the phone closed? If you want I can see you now'. Reluctant to reply, Jilena leaned her head on the sofa while closing her eyes. Time and time again his phone rang, a call from Romi. Jilena ignored him, his mind was mumbling again and did not want to talk to anyone at this time.