10 Alas! Secret revealed!

It's Thursday. Supposedly, tonight is my last night shift duty but it's my off or rest day. I have a special mission today and that is to know who is my stalker, should I call whoever he is, my stalker? Does he really stalk on my activities? Well, I hope today gives the answer to the ultimate question THE WHO?

Last night, I intensely interrogated the delivery boy without putting him in hot water, at least with his boss, because as I observed, he was fidgeting as I asked him one question to another question and more questions. Poor boy, sorry if I am difficult to you, it's not your fault but not mine too... Until I got the answers I needed for today's activity, I let him go with my sweetest grimace like a victorious cat.

The freighting company office is huge and caters all types of delivery jobs including delivery for online orders. I wonder if the mystery guy orders delivery of goods via online. In my capacity to size up the activity here, mystery guy is paying large amount for a simple basket of fruits delivered in my workplace.

It's almost 5pm, I entered the office and pretended to be a costumer who will be sending a small package of kitchen goodies for baking breads, cakes and pastries. My mom would surely love receiving all of these. She loves all sort of kitchen activities and this package will surely hit her heart. It's not that big but it had cost a sum of money which is more than half of my salary.

I am used to saving money even when I was young. It started when my father gave me a piggy bank as present for my 8th birthday. My piggy bank was made of clay. When it was almost full it shattered when it can no longer bear the weight of the coins it contain. Shocked with what happened, my mom and I counted the bills and coins while i was hiding the tears in my eyes. The amount was more than enough to open a junior savers account. My mom explained to me the benefits of keeping my money in the bank but at that time I merely understood "interest" among other bank terms. But still, with a heavy heart for lossing my beloved piggy bank, I deposited all the amount because my mom said so. I love her and I trust her with all my heart and her wish is my command. It's the lost of my piggy bank that made me small sobs.

At this this time, I have to withdraw some amount for this mission, I'll just return the money as soon as I receive my first salary.

I was not in a hurry so I quietly sat in the well upholstered bench near the counter observing people who comes in and out. I made sure that I am near the attending staff so I can hear the conversations, waiting for my name to be mentioned.

Thirty minutes had already passed but my mission is not near to accomplishment yet. Some staff were already noticing my presence but I ignored them. I pretended to be busy texting, as if I am talking to the receiver of my package, as if having miscommunication with the address. I was ready to give up with my mission and so I stood up so I can process the delivery of my package. It's a two in one purpose, playing spy and giving gift to my mom as a token of appreciation for the unconditional love she showered not just to me but to the entire family.

Until I heard my name mentioned by a husky male voice.... Did I hear it right? Was it really my name? My heart pounded so hardly.....

Alas! Secret will soon be revealed!