The Real Magic You Bring

All of the visions of her unpaid bills, her two digits (literally two digits, $10) bank account balance, and the voice of a nurse who told her that the surgery should be carried out immediately hold her back. Her ego screamed out loud telling her to walk out of that house right after being coldly fired even before being employed at first. But there were no more spaces for ego hammering your mind if you're the only man in the family, right? Especially for someone who spent 24 hours every day thinking about how to get money just to stay alive like Miya.

She's kneeling. Enduring every second of her pride ruined, made her voice tremble, "Please... I need this job to save a life…" Miya tried her best to manage her tears, "I will do everything, please help me…"

Lim calmed up.

He could feel it, the pain of begging someone just to stay alive.

He could hear his own voice begging for the same thing, "Please save me… Take everything I have, I just wanna live. Please…"

How strange!

This time, Lim's memory didn't trouble him. He wondered, "Why am I so relaxed? My mind, my body, even my tummy— KRIUUUUKKK."

It's not a good sound to end a heart-warming moment, but good enough to solve Miya's problem.

***

Miya was good at cooking, but now she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. She was too nervous since Lim barged on to check every single detail of her cooking process.

"I have to make sure all of the ingredients are edible, right?" Lim casually talked to Miya as this kind of prejudice was a normal chit-chat. As for Miya, restraint was a better option for now. She thought, "At least I will charge $50 for this food."

Her eyes were on patrol while preparing steamed salmon. She tried to find anything that was potentially converted into money. "This messy house is a perfect shipwreck full of treasure. I can hear the notification of a $1,000 bank transfer if I clean up every room in this house today… hahahaha."

***

Lim's dining table was full of food. Miya was trying to be nice when serving the food, "Here's a steamed salmon with vegetables, meat soup, a bowl of berries, milk and fresh juice. Good food for healing."

"Try it first."

"You keep your eyes on me because you think I will poison the food?"

"Just in case. As the old saying, don't open your door to a stranger."

"Your door is open automatically by itself, Sir," Miya did her best to control her emotions. She picked tableware. Get herself a portion of each menu, and start eating while thinking, "Yes, Your Highness. I will take poison even a bullet just for you—"

"I ask you to try, not to eat!"

Miya choked after she stopped eating immediately, not expecting that Lim would be so cruel, "Sorry um—"

She was about to stand up when Lim changed his mind, "Finish your food."

Miya backed to her seat, and took a deep breath while mumbling her magical mantra inside her mind, "My bills, oh for all the bills on the table! Your force was the strength for me to take all unfairness a man could give."

As she could control her mind, she gave her eyes to Lim who started to taste the food one by one. Bit by bit. Plate by plate. She thought, "HAHAHAHA… He is starving to death. I can hear the sound of his dignity shattered piece by piece in front of my dishes fitted to the king. Thanks to the old who says: Win a man's heart through his stomach. Indeed, the old know best! Hahahaha."

Soon after Lim finished his meal, Miya tried to make an offer, "How about if I work daily for you? You can call me whenever you need me to cook and clean up this messy house— I mean, I will work, you pay me, then I will go home right after that. And you can follow me when I'm doing my task. I'm OK with that. How?"

Lim stared at the empty plates in front of him. He took a deep breath. Even the fresh air from trees in the forest near this house has been contaminated by the thick dust he never vacuumed for months. His dirty clothes were like the intruder ornaments that destroyed the visual of all the rooms in the house. Lim couldn't help but agree with that idea, "You could try it. But never enter my room, right there, without my permission."

"Aye Aye Sir! Thank you! Thank you so much! You'll not regret this. I'll do my best to help you around. No worries..." Miya was too excited to start working and helped Lim by pushing his wheelchair. But she fell. The wheelchair has an unseen touchscreen button to make it move effortlessly by Lim's single touch.

The 'KABAM' sound from Miya who fell made Lim stop and see what happened. Lim saw Miya lying on the floor in a very strange pose. Miya's face turned red, she tried to save her face, "No worries... It just... My gravity works well with your floor... Like... A Magnetic field or something. Maybe I mean to clean this floor for the rest of my life... Ha... Ha... Love to hear that, isn't it?"

Lim almost smiled, so he quickly left Miya who was busy slapping her forehead and lips while swearing silently.

***

Lim entered his room. He was observing Miya through tens of CCTV monitors. Miya took down all the curtains and put them in some laundry bags. She loaded dirty clothes into the washing machine, vacuumed all the rooms, and washed the dishes. But she cried after breaking a golden teacup. She talked to the biggest chunk of that broken glass to make sure it was not too expensive to cut off her today's salary, "Huhuuu… please tell me, you're not made of fine gold, right? It's just a pigmented color, right? Wait, could we break a fine gold? Hmnnn..."

Lim smiled. He rarely had any kind of interaction with people, and Miya looked as innocent as a little kid. He started to let his guard down. He let his feelings lead him to trust her. 

He turned on his drawing tablet.

Opened a document in folder 'DRAFT', and copied the layers into other documents from folder 'REALM'. He clicked the 'SAVE' button, and chose the 'MANIFEST' button out of the 'SAVE AS DRAFT' and the 'CANCEL' button.

Soon after the 'MANIFEST' button was clicked, magic happened!

Out of nothing, a beautiful glasshouse miraculously appeared in the backyard!