I'm Not a Wild Grass

Punishment for Honesty (POV Laila)

Today is saturday. Last day of work before the next day. I'm getting used to my work routine as an OB. And now, I've been close friends with the aches and pains after work.

During the week I worked, there was one routine I didn't like the most but had to keep doing. And it was to go to the seventh floor to deliver my own homemade black coffee to my tyrannical Boss Songong.

'Thick! Sebal! Sebal!' I'm back to grumbling.

Just now the Poison Conch was back in action. He asked me to wipe every inch of furniture in his workspace until it sparkled. Though as my judgment all the furniture in his office was clean and neatly arranged.

But look at his annoying behavior, since I delivered black coffee for him earlier.

Back flash.

"Hey! Wait up! The taste of this coffee is not as good as yesterday's coffee?" Call the conch to hold my steps that are so eager to pass away.

I'm rethinking what happened in the pantry this morning. And the answer to the conch's question flowed smoothly from my mouth.

"So the gas ran out. But the water is boiling! So I immediately pour the water into the cup to make coffee," I explained.

Yep. From Nindi, my OB partner, I learned something new. That to make delicious black coffee that can satisfy the desire of the conch, it turns out I have to boil the water first on the stove. Do not take hot water directly in the dispenser.

However, this morning the gas stove was exhausted when the water was about to boil. While in the pantry there's no one I can ask for help changing the gas canister, because I can't change the canister by myself.

As a result, I was desperate to pour water that has not been boiling properly to make coffee. But like it, the taste of the coffee is not like coffee made with water that has really been boiling. Because my boss is now making his complaint.

I lyrics The Conch who now frowned at me. And, a terrible thought flashed through my head.

'Let's say in seriously that, his face remains a handsome!' my comment was half dreamy in my heart.

But once I realized what I had just thought, I immediately shuddered in horror. I thought I must have been being cycled by a subtle creature, just now.

Furthermore, the conch returned to talk.

"If the gas runs out. Replace it with new gas. Is it in the pantry no backup gas?" Reprimand the conch over my 'foolish.

My mouth started to get a little too big. I feel bad about this unqualified debate.

"There's no one, sir. I can't change gas alone. Afraid of harming me" I said too honestly.

"Hmmm!!"

I glanced back at the conch and found her who was holding back a laugh.

'Damn it! How dare he fuck me! Indeed he himself can, what, replace the gas cylinder?!' I mumbled in my heart.

I tried to shake myself. Suddenly the message from Nunik flashed in my mind. That I should be more in control of my emotions, if I don't want to change jobs so soon.

After a pause of some time, the conch spoke again.

"More times, I don't want to hear the reason for the gas running out or anything. I want black coffee as usual. The gas problem runs out, you can try to ask for help to others. If no one in the pantry can call! What good is the butut phone you have huh?!" Tegur the conch at length.

'Damn it! she's despicable Give my Prima! Duh! patience il.patience.. You are patiently loved by all..'

I re-spoken myself to the conch's insults towards my Beri Prima. Give my Prima is the Blackberry phone I have.

"Good..Sir!" I said with teeth shaking and holding back emotions.

"Yes already! You can go!" Throw the conch out suddenly.

Although expelled, I was strangely happy. It feels lazy to face long with the songong man in front of me. Yet...

"Wait first! I think I saw a cookie on the table. Please clean up before you leave!" The conch returned to issue a decree.

Submissively, I immediately turned around and stepped towards the Conch's desk. However, after I looked closely, other than a paper file and a cup of coffee, I saw that there were no food crumbs like the Conch said just a moment ago.

"What are you again?" Ask the Conch suddenly.

"Nyari. You say there's a little something I need to clean up?" Say it with an accusatory tone.

The conch seemed to frown and was silent for a moment.

"Sir?" I reprimanded the conch that was daydreaming for too long. He only blinked his eyes once and remained silent for some time.

Finally I waved my hand many times before my boss's face. And my efforts have shown results. The conch also realized from his daydream and finally returned to the words.

"Not this table. But that table is!" Correction My boss while turning his head towards the coffee table by the window.

"Ohh.."

I rushed to the coffee table. And it's true. Indeed there are crumbs like chips and the former wrapper scattered under the table.

I looked at the boss's face. Seriously reading the files on the table.

'Very dirty jorok. Eat sampe splattered gini. After all work, had his four snacking chips!' dumel me in my heart.

I haven't had a chance to turn around, Boss Conch caught me watching him wet.

"Why look around? Fancied huh?" Serobot the Boss to ge er an.

"Hoekk. amit-amit.."

"?!!!"

And I realized I had made a fatal mistake. Seen from the sharp view that the conch put to me.

As a result, from that second until the time to go home, I was torn all out by the conch to wipe every inch of furniture in his workspace.

And that's not all. Many times I was asked to deliver files from the seventh floor to the other floor, not using the elevator. Elevator no! the conch strictly forbid me to use the elevator! That means I have to go back and forth on foot, up and down stairs.

The conch threatened, if I get on the elevator (which can be known by the Conch through CCTV), then I will immediately be fired that day. What an abnormal action of the tyrant lord isn't it?

It was all because of my 'honesty' for how I felt about the Boss.

'Really sucks!'

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