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Thankfully, someone with a kind heart assisted me.

I stopped at a large gate and peeked inside. I was a bit sweaty from the heat of the sun.

The gate opened, and an old woman with a garbage bag came out. I approached her, and she looked at me.

“Can I ask for some water?” I boldly asked, my face almost begging, feeling thirsty with only a hundred pesos left in my pocket.

I’ll budget it until I find a job, so for now, I’ll beg for water from the lady staring at me.

“Water?” I nodded, my eyes pleading, and she seemed compassionate, so she nodded.

“Come inside,” she said, and I followed her, my lips craving for cold water. The gate was grand, sturdy even when hit by a truck. The luxurious garden welcomed me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Is this lady living in a palace?”

“Follow me,” the fairy white-haired mother said. I followed her, my eyes sparkling at the marble floor, ready to smile and admire myself. The stairs were shiny, and you could practically smile and see your reflection. The kitchen door opened, and the spacious area was almost as big as a house in the province.

“I’m grateful for the water,” I said, taking the glass she offered. She placed the pitcher on the table, and I poured another glass.

“May I have more?” I asked.

“Sure, dear. Water is free.”

“Really? Can I take this with me?”

“Yes, you can. I’ll give you a bottle,” she smiled as she searched for a container for my water. While she was busy, a phone rang in the living room.

Pausing her search, she stood before turning to me.

“I’ll answer the call. Wait for me here,” she instructed. I nodded, holding four glasses of water, standing near the table. I could even admire myself with the sparkling marble floor and the vast kitchen. Everything was neat and clean compared to the houses I’ve been to.

“Here’s the water,” she said with a smile, handing me the glass.

“May I take some more?” I requested.

“Sure, dear. Water is free.”

“Really? Can I bring this?”

“Yes, you can. I’ll give you a bottle,” I smiled at my fairy godmother while she searched for a container for my water. But as she was busy, a phone rang in the living room.

Realizing she was occupied, she stood up before turning to me.

“I’ll answer the call. Wait for me here,” she said. I nodded, holding four glasses of water, standing near the table. I could even admire myself with the sparkling marble floor and the vast kitchen. Everything was neat and clean compared to the houses I’ve been to.

I gazed around the kitchen, impressed. Unlike the places I’ve been to, this one was spotless. The kitchen’s tiled floor was white, and there were two large refrigerators on the side, next to a half-naked man.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, thinking he was a handsome ghost. He wasn’t. He wore only a towel around his waist to cover his lower body.

“Can you help me find my longsleeve?” he asked in English. I thought my encounters with nosebleed-inducing people were over, but apparently not.

“I can’t find my favorite longsleeve. Can you look for it?” he continued.

“But I’m not—”

“I don’t want to ruin my hair. Just find it and go back to your work,” he said, pulling up my sleeves. He was indeed good-looking. I couldn’t believe I was in a celebrity’s room, especially a shirtless one.

“Make it quick, yaya.”

I pointed to myself, unsure if I heard him correctly. After looking around, I grabbed the white longsleeve I spotted earlier.

“Why are you so fast to find this?” he asked, looking puzzled. I wanted to say that eyes should do the searching, not the mouth, but I didn’t know how to express that in English. I might embarrass myself.

“What are you waiting for? Dress me up and don’t bother to mess my hair,” he ordered.

I was stunned. After dressing him, I planned to leave immediately. However, just as I finished, he stood up and placed the phone on the bed. Without any regard for my presence, he lowered the towel, completely ignoring me.

And that was the first day I encountered a cobra’s life.

I rushed downstairs, carrying my suitcase, and sprinted along the street. I bent over and gasped for breath, feeling my heart pound