FOR MONEY
DEAN'S BACK
I came back after going out to buy some breakfast for President Ducan. The time I spent was only 15 minutes, because I went and went home in a taxi.
When I entered the room I saw the old man still sitting in the same position when I delivered him coffee this morning. I put the breakfast on the same table in front of the coffee cup. I see the coffee is still very much, just reduced a little. It must have been cold at room temperature.
What files did he read that important? Look at his facial expression at work. Seriously like a high school kid on an exam.
“What do you see?”
The sudden question made me squat up and almost drop the tray I put on the side of the table.
“Ah.. Uh, no. I don't see anything.”
“Obviously your eyes are staring at me. Did you notice me?” With very sharp eyes.
How could he know. Wasn't he seriously reading the file he had in his hand. Does he have three eyes?
“Ti, no. I can't possibly notice you.” I bowed in embarrassment and took a standing stance while hugging the tray I had just brought.
“Out!” Cold tone. Like the king driving out his people. Huhoo.
“Good.”
I quickly got out of the room.
Stupid stupid fool.
Why get caught anyway. It will get angry again. Why am I paying attention to the old man. I should have put down my breakfast and got out. Why pay attention to him. Fucking eye.
I returned to my real job. Sitting in front of a computer, doing tasks given by Secretary Clarisa.
I am more comfortable working like this, making reports or recording some important files that spend hours in front of the computer, which sometimes makes my eyes feel sore and watery. But I'm happy living it instead of serving that shitty old man, even if it's just making him a cup of coffee.
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Tomorrow.
I was in the old man's room. I do my routine every morning. Give him a cup of coffee.
“Presdir. Your coffee” My words are sweet as always. “Do you want breakfast?” I was polite before he asked for it.
“No!” Answer's cuek.
Gratitude. I could breathe a little easier this morning.
“Good. Then I'm sorry.”
I excitedly walked out of the room. Like getting a leave letter from a superior. It's time to not buy him breakfast this morning. Just like this makes me so happy.
I've been sitting at my desk.
🎶 Zeet.zeet.. Zeets.. 🎶
My phone is shaking. Scroll incoming messages from unknown numbers. Iopenit.
“Qeezya.. Tonight you have an event?”
Wh who? From the question like no stranger. But why isn't the number on my phone.
“Ready? Sorry your number is not saved. Hehe” Reply message from me.
Just a few seconds into a reply from that number.
“Dean” Reply short.
Dean's?
Deg deg. My heart was beating fast.
The person I've been trying to forget why call me back?
And what does the question mean? Does he want to see me? And ask me to get back in a relationship with him?
Many prejudices suddenly appear.
“No” My reply was short.
I want to be funny to him. It shows that I don't care about him anymore.
“Someone I want to talk about. Can you see me tonight?”
Meet her? You mean I came to him? Why doesn't he come to me if he wants to talk.
“Where?” My toot.
Is this how you behave? It failed! I can't even refuse it. And asked me where I should go to him.
“Cafe we visited in the corner of the city at that time.”
“Good.”
I just replied to her message in short words. Not showing any attitude as if I don't care about him anymore. I totally agree to his invitation, and will definitely meet him tonight.
“Iya I.” My answer.
“President Ducan asked you for his room.”
“Aa..? Ah yes.” I immediately put my phone in the bag and rushed to the President Ducan's room.
What the hell is it. Don't tell me he just wants breakfast now.
I entered after knocking on the door of his room. I was standing right in front of his desk.
“Iya President. You call me?” I asked very politely.
“Your coffee is dirtying my shirt.”
Dirty? Whereabouts?
I took a step closer to his desk looking for where the stain was.
Oh. Just a little slickness in the breast button. That wasn't my fault, anyway. Your own fault, why can spill it there.
“Sorry.”
The first word I had to say so he wouldn't scold me. Although it wasn't my doing, but the stain came from something I made. So I have to assume that it was my fault. That's what he wanted.
“Do I need to clean it?” I take a stand if he wants it.
“No need. I have asked my driver to get a new shirt from my house.”
Then why are you calling me here, if you've ordered people to bring you a change of shirt. You really just want to tell me that this is my coffee fault. Let there be a reason to scold me today. Can't just a day not see my mistake.
“Quick you down. Grab that shirt now.”
Oh.. So that means. Cyrain..
“Good President. I immediately downstairs fetch him.”
I quickly stepped out of the room and into the elevator.
I was in the lobby. I saw no cars parked in front of the entrance. No one even came with a package or anything like that.
Maybe the driver hasn't arrived. But the old man asked me to hurry. Damn she must have pranked me.. Maybe he just ordered the driver. I even ran.
After 10 minutes of waiting, then there was a middle-aged man dressed as a handkerchief walking in while carrying a goodie bag.
It is not wrong for sure this man. I walked up to him.
“Excuse me.” My broom.
The man stopped his steps.
“Sorry.. Mr driver President Ducan?” I'm polite.
“Ah.. Ja. What's up?” His face was a little confused.
“I Assistant Secretary President Ducan. I asked President Ducan to pick up his shirt from mr.”
“Oh.. Yes this is his shirt.” He politely gave the goodie bag he was carrying.
“Thanks sir.” I picked it up while lowering my head “Sorry whose father's name is?” My toot.
“Pak Toni.”
“Oo.. I Qeezya. Thanks again Toni.”
“Sama-sama.”
“Then excuse me to top.” Pamitku while smiling. Mr. Toni returned my smile.
I ran back to the elevator. And come to the old man's room with a little breath.
“Presdir, This is your shirt.”
I put that goodie bag on his desk. Again he did not respond to my words.
If you can't say thank you or say YES. At least smile a little appreciative of my performance.
“You want to see me change clothes?” He took his goodie bag.
“Eh.. Ti-no” I'm up.
“If not why still stand there?”
“Sorry. I excuse.”
I think you still want to rule me. Who else wants to see you. I'm not that special.
SERIATE...
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