FOR MONEY

I WANT BREAKFAST 1

Upon learning of the existence of the document, my anxiety faded.

Wrinkling back. The first routine thing I had to do was make coffee for President Ducan after he arrived in his room.

As usual he leaned back in his soft chair, with the position of the right leg that is always above his left foot. This is the position I always see every time I enter the room.

“How long was it?” He asked me when I put a cup of coffee on his desk.

“Sorry.” I bow my head.

That was all I could say, and the old man did not respond. After that, I walked out of his room.

“Wait!”

I paused my steps that had grabbed the doorknob.

“I want breakfast.” Said brief.

Huh! A breakfast? Meaning how? I put on a confused face.

Does this also include the duties that Secretary Clarisa has always done in addition to making her coffee? Does this company offer breakfast?

“Plakk!!” He's breaking the table. Makes me flounder. Maybe he saw me daydreaming.

“Ba, well, will I prepare” I immediately rushed out of his room. Huhhhh.. Can't slow down a little what?

I closed the door of the room after I left. I approached Secretary Clarisa who was sitting at her desk, to ask what breakfast I should prepare for that annoying guy. Secretary Clarisa must have understood very well because she had done this often before.

“Secretary Clarisa, sorry to interrupt for a moment. President Ducan wants breakfast, I have to do what?”

“Breakfast?”

I nodded my head with a smile.

“Not usually. What does she want for breakfast?”

“Hah?” Unusually? So Secretary Clarisa doesn't know either? Continue how?

“President Ducan said nothing. He just said he wanted breakfast.” I clearly.

“You didn't ask too?”

I shook my head.

“You better go back to the room, and ask what the Ducan President wants”

Back in the room, again? Ummm.. Very lazy, which is what I was in angrurin.

“Good.” I sat down uninspired.

Why I can be so stupid anyway. So kind of gini. Not all Secretary Clarisa should know about the Mad President. I shouldn't always be dependent on him either.

Stupid stupid fool..

I gathered my courage to go back in that room. Like getting into a haunted house. Must really have great guts to be able to enter this room.

I opened the door. The man was still sitting in his position with his cell phone in his hand.

“Ma, sorry President Ducan.. I forgot to ask this. What do you want for breakfast? Eh.. means breakfast what do you want?”

Relax Qeezya.

“Why ask now?” Cold tone.

I told you I forgot. You didn't hear it.

Haha I can already talk rudely to him now even if only in a mutter.

“Sorry.. I forgot” I had to repeat.

“Anything, origin can be at eat”.

Anything yet? That's not the answer I expected. I know what your taste is. Paper can also be eaten. Do you want me to love that?

If I'm wrong again, you'll definitely scold me. Fuck up!

“Good President.” I hurried to step out

If I knew that would be the answer, I wouldn't go in to ask. Sucks..

“How? What does President Ducan want?” Ask Secretary Clarisa after I get out of the room.

“Anything, the important thing can be eaten. That said”

“Hehem.” Secretary Clarisa gave a small laugh hearing my answer.

He's not that funny.

Hemm.. Maybe because the man is his girlfriend so things like that are considered funny.

“Secretary Clarisa, does the canteen here provide breakfast too?” My toot.

“Not”

How then?

“There is a bakery not far from here. You can go out for a while to buy it.”

Buying bread out?

Hemm.. Do I really have to do it?

But who am I not anymore? It's impossible for Secretary Clarisa.

Why is it so troublesome like this anyway? Huhoo..

“This is the money.” Secretary Clarisa gave me the new money she took from her bag.

I received it “Alright, I will come out now to buy it.”

What else can I say but say good. Hixes.

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