I'm Not a Wild Grass

Boss Tyrant (POV Laila)

Arriving in front of the boss room, I knocked on the door slowly three times.

Geck. Geck. Geck!

"Lake in!" The bass voice was heard letting me in.

Before pushing the door in front of me, I calmed my heart first. I reminded myself again to keep my mouth from fighting the boss. Let me be quiet and be considered mute when dealing with my boss. While behind the scenes, I will be satisfied with myself to give him the names of jahiliah.

'Toxic Beong! Smelly Knees! Stupid Snail!'

I opened the door and entered the room. I saw that my boss was reading files that were piled up on his desk.

I approached the table, and I placed my coffee near my boss.

"His coffee, sir!" Say me in a flat tone.

And I immediately turned around.

Unfortunately, I had not had time to turn the doorknob, the call from the man behind me then held back my steps.

"Your name is Laila, isn't it?" Call my boss.

Inevitably, I finally turned around and slightly lowered my head. When seen by others, I may seem like a servant who respects his superiors. I was too lazy to look directly at my boss.

"Yes, sir," I said briefly, with my head still bowed.

After a while, my boss spoke again.

"Look at me, if I'm talking to you!" Reprove the man in front of me.

Lazily, I raised my gaze towards her. And I imagined the serious expression of my face which was now seen by the man before me.

"You really have to learn from scratch to make coffee. Because your coffee doesn't taste good at all. And also cold. Next time, I want a black, non-sugar coffee that's still hot on my desk when I go in early in the morning!" Tell my boss that.

I who heard the reprimand from my boss could only nod my head. Realizing my negligence that did not immediately serve coffee to my boss. I was chatting with Erlan in the pantry, earlier.

'Maybe I should've made the coffee. So it still remains hot when the songong drinks this, ' my mind murmured.

"Good, Sir!" My leg is pretty short.

"Bring this coffee out, and make me another new coffee!" Tell the boss with power.

I went back to the table to get my coffee which had been rejected by the boss. Then I rushed out and went back to the pantry to make a new coffee.

Arriving at the pantry, I no longer see Erlan's whereabouts. There was only one male OB friend I forgot whose name was, as well as Nindi.

Nindi gave me a friendly smile and greeted me warmly.

"It's still spirit, isn't it, La? Want to make some coffee?" Tanya Nindi who was about to exit the pantry with a tray containing several glasses of tea.

"Yes, Nin."

I decided not to talk at length like I did. Because I'm not comfortable with my other man's OB friends in the pantry.

"OK deh. I'm first yeah. Want to drink to the second floor," said Nindi as she passed away.

I'm done first. After a brief greeting to my boyfriend, I rushed back to the seventh floor, heading for the head manager's office.

But when I got there, I had to refrain from tampering because my song boss was again, back to reject my coffee.

"It's still not good. Rearrange it!" Said sucks.

"Obviously it's not good! I want non-sugar coffee. Not sweet, yes it can taste good!" Omel I'm leachable.

My young boss then gave me a sharp look. And then my mouth was locked.

Realizing that anger would not lead me to good fortune, I finally took back the coffee to the two I just made, back to the pantry.

Along the way, I mumbled in a very slow voice. Feel annoyed and very apes for having a boss who likes to criticize.

And, that whole morning, I actually had to go back and forth to the pantry three more times. Because my song boss is back to reject me and I reject my coffee.

Only in the fifth coffee is finally my coffee is no longer reject. He even praised me.

"This is called black coffee. Delight and heat!" Praise the new head manager.

Hearing the compliment, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"You're learning fast, too" praised my boss.

"Actually.." hesitantly, I replied.

"Actually that coffee, the steeping of my friend, sir," I said honestly.

In the pantry I met Nindi. And I ended up telling my experience of having to make coffee over and over again for our new boss.

Nindi then quickly responded and helped me make the fifth black coffee. And that coffee is what is now getting praise from this young boss in front of me.

Actually, I meant to just walk out of this room as soon as I saw my coffee wasn't rejected. But after hearing the compliment from my boss, somehow my heart felt itchy to tell the truth about the true brewer of the delicious coffee.

It's uncomfortable to accept a compliment that's not mine. Because I told my boss the truth.

I bow my head, ready to take criticism back from the boss. But after some time passed, it was actually a strange sentence that I received.

"Oh.. If so, you already know how to do it, right? Tomorrow, I ask you to make me coffee like this. Remember, I want your coffee!" Threaten the boss with a focused look at me.

I hurriedly lowered my gaze and replied quickly.

"Good, Sir!"

"Yes already! You can go!" Then banish the boss.

I rushed out of the room too. I couldn't believe what I just heard from my boss' mouth.

'She wants me to make her coffee? Everyday?? already feel like your baby he's not right now, me this? You tyrant boss!' curse me in my heart.

I hurried away from the head manager's office. Didn't want to give him a chance to call me back, if he still found me in front of his room.

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