FOR MONEY

CUP OF COFFEE

I came out of that hell room. Walking to my desk. My body still feels trembling.

I did a small move to relax my muscles that had been strained from fear.

“Assistant Qeezya.” Call Secretary Clarisa from her desk.

“Ya.” Answer me and approach him. “What's Secretary Clarisa?” I asked when I arrived in front of him.

“You okay?”

“Iya. I'm fine”

“Thankful.” He smiles.

Looks like Secretary Clarisa's worried about me. Seen from the look on his face.

“I don't know exactly what the problem is between you and President Ducan. You must have personal problems. I won't ask what is.” He said in a calm tone. “What I said inside wasn't to defend you, but it's already a company rule. I do not want a President to make mistakes, and act arbitrarily to an employee”.

Mature how to speak. Not like that old fucking guy. It's a good thing he has a smart secretary like Secretary Clarisa.

“Iya I understand Secretary Clarisa. Thank you so much” I lowered my head.

“Do well. Don't make mistakes that will make him feel offended.”

“Good Secretary Clarisa. I will work better.

She smiled sweetly at my answer.

“You don't need to be afraid, that's just the principle at work. I know what his true nature is like, because I always accompany him every day”

How could I not be afraid. Just look at what that old fucking guy is yelling at me. It was already like a ferocious tiger that wanted to pounce on its prey. Even to this day his screams are still ringing in my ears.

I just smiled so I wouldn't look upset.

“It's lunch time. You can rest now. Soon I will also be out with President Ducan.” He said as he tidied the sheet of paper on his desk.

“Good Secretary Clarisa.”

Sometimes I think, a woman like Secretary Clarisa shouldn't be the boyfriend of a man like President Ducan. Because Secretary Clarisa's too good. I can't imagine what kind of patience Secretary Clarisa had when facing the mad President.

Why am I thinking about their relationship.

I quickly grabbed my bag and got off in the elevator. I stopped in front of the company cafeteria, and was still standing there.

I actually don't have the appetite to eat today. I don't know if it's because of my bad mood, or because I'm bored because I have to eat every day in this cafeteria.

But what can I do. My poor finances require me to eat in this cafeteria every day.

I would love to be able to eat out like some of the other employees. But, if I use my money to eat out today, I'm not sure my money will be enough until the end of the month before the pay day.

But if it was just for a cup of coffee, I don't think it would make my finances deplete much right?

And finally I decided to enjoy a cup of coffee a cafe that happened to be not far from here.

It was only a 5-minute walk that I arrived at the cafe. I sat in the front of the window. Ordering a cup of hot cappucino and a slice of bread.

If only it could be like this every day. Get out at break time for lunch or just sit back and enjoy a cup of coffee like this. Hemm.. It feels so peaceful.

I unconsciously smiled to myself.

Embarrassing. Thankfully, no one noticed me.

Suddenly I remembered something I had stored in my bag. I'm ejecting.

This is the envelope that was thrown this morning by that old fucking guy.

What is this money? I only worked there for a week. Is this a weekly bonus?

Ahh.it's impossible. It's nice that he gives his employees a weekly bonus. What else am I.

Waita minute.. The old man said that he did not want to owe me.

So this is my money? But what money?

Still curious I opened the envelope. Lots of money there.

A great deal.

For a moment I was silent.

I know what money this is! It must have been the payment for my service last time when I was his girlfriend at a karaoke that night.

Yeah, no more wrong. This must be the money. Because in view of the total, exactly the same as he ever loved when I first became his girlfriend.

Apparently he still remembers it. I have forgotten this money.

My current job has made me forget all that. I don't want to remember it anymore. But the fucking guy reminded me of this money.

I don't need this money anymore. Even though my money is now thinning, do not know it can last until the later date of salary acceptance or not. I still won't use it.

Just remembering where I produced it makes me feel ashamed of myself.

SERIATE...

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