Just One Feeling's

Advice To Secretary Chan

Andin and Ziban have cleansed their bodies and prepared themselves. Of course after convincing and making Grandma Jeje out of their room with great difficulty.

Andin went down first. Remembering her grandmother, who must have been waiting for her in the kitchen. His grandmother, whom he had promised, would cook with him. Beside him. Actually, Andin didn't want to. But that was the only way that Andin managed to find.

To keep her grandmother busy in the kitchen first. With him who promised to follow after the bath and get ready.

"Sir, let Andin help." (say Andin)

Andin went to clean the other vegetables and cut them. Suddenly Grandma Jeje managed to stop Andin's work, with her words.

"It's not like it's the shape of the cut." (said Jeje's grandmother)

He took the vegetables. And start cutting it off as you mean it. Aim, teach Andin that the shape of the piece that Grandma Jeje is the best piece.

Andin scrunched his forehead.

"What's the difference, grandma? The most important thing is that the vegetables are cut neatly and cooked appropriately."

While Grandma Jeje shook her head.

"Basic of the children of today."

Andin didn't say anything anymore. This time, he just looked at the way and what the shape of the vegetable pieces. Yes, it was on Jeje's grandmother's orders to pay attention to her.

Andin began to support his head with both hands.

"God! Don't hold your head up like that." (said Grandma Jeje)

Andin was surprised by Grandma Jeje's words that sounded assertive not as usual.

"What's wrong, grandma? Andin would be comfortable holding Andin's head like this. And of course focus on paying attention to grandma."

"Grandma said no, yeah no, no,"

"Basic of the children of today."

Andin turned his lips. Feeling that what he did, was wrong in his own grandmother's eyes. "But it's okay, Andin still loves grandma. Just like grandma loves me." Like that, his little heart spoke.

Again, everyone does have their own way of conveying affection.

In the main room, the living room. Ziban began to sit on the sofa. Placed laptop. He intentionally took it from his room.

He first, clutching his cell phone. Contact Secretary Chan. But the door of the house, it was opened first. Secretary Chan is coming.

"Just now, I'll call you." (said Ziban)

"I just drove Meta back to his boarding house, young master."

Ziban nodded. Do not want to extend if the subject Meta. That he did, certainly did not want Secretary Chan to feel uncomfortable. Sometimes Ziban is incomparable. Only sometimes.

"Why under your eyes like that?"

Ziban asked Secretary Chan as he stared fixedly at the secretary.

"Bottom my eye? What does it look like, young master?"

Ziban just shut up. He did not answer Secretary Chan's question. Secretary Chan, who understands Ziban, who has no intention of answering him, thinks critically of himself. As always. Then he understood everything quickly. Again, as usual.

"Maybe it's because I'm sleep deprived, young master. So, it looks like a panda eye."

Ziban raised both of his legs and sat down cross-legged comfortably on the sofa. He tapped his nose with his fingers.

"It doesn't look like a panda's eye. But the lipstick marks are the lips are reddened." (said Ziban)

Instantly Secretary Chan's distress engulfed his saliva. He quickly rubbed the bottom of his eyes. Ziban hid his face to grin. Feeling great. Again, he caught the lewd behavior of his secretary.

"Marry Meta asap. Poor him. You should appreciate her as the woman who once came from the boarding school. Don't make him give you what you want in the name of love. He wouldn't have done it, if you hadn't asked for it."

Ziban said it with a tone that sounded very serious. Reminds fellow humans. Reminds people who are close to him, which he thinks is wrong. And that's a fact.

"Good young master. Thanks for your advice. You are right, a woman will never give it away for free. If not, the man asks."

Ziban looked at his secretary meaningfully. His pride, because he has a secretary who can be relied upon in all things, and loyal to him, did not diminish even though he had seen his mistake this time. Humane and hilaf. All wrongs are also right to be forgiven, as long as God is still kind enough to give the servant a chance.

"Eh, then Rossie and Raditya?" (asked Ziban)

Ziban just realized Rossie and Raditya are not yet seen.

"Raditya left earlier. He said he had to go to work early because of the shift in working hours. As for Miss Rossie, I haven't seen her out of the room."

At once Ziban rounded his eyes. Not talking anymore, he just moved to the room that Rossie and Meta slept in last night.

And it's true. Rossie is still lying on her back in bed. Ziban breathed out in annoyance. He approached his sister. Intend to wake him up.

He lifts Rossie's body forcefully with his pull. By turning Rossie's body first of course. Rossie released Ziban's hand lazily.

"What the hell, bang!"

"Say to be successful, twenty-five is not awake yet."

Rossie yawns wide.

"Jam twenty-five is only in your world, bang."

"Then what time is it, in your world?"

Rossie's back vaporized wide. It indicates that he is still sleepy. Ah yes, more precisely lazy.

"Where do I know, bang. My clock is not running. Even if I walk, I consider him dead."

Ziban grieved to hear his very clever sister answer. He left Rossie after making sure his sister was really awake and would not sleep again. And of course, after telling him to get out of the room immediately.

Ziban sat back comfortably on the sofa. He started opening his laptop. Seeing his work begin to pile up. And demand to be done immediately. Secretary Chan was busy with his phone. With her still standing. Seeing him, Ziban told his secretary to sit down.

Andin was coming towards them.

"Mas, breakfast first, yuk?"

"I told you your cooking wasn't good, baby."

Andin hit Ziban's shoulder hard. Describing her who was indeed upset by Ziban's annoying answer as usual.

"Feel the granny recipe is always good."

"Grandma cooks?"

Andin nodded. Ziban didn't seem to believe it. More specifically not interested in breakfast. Given the actions of Grandma Jeje, which she said was free from the nature of the world's grandmothers in general.

"Yes later, yeah baby. Any minute. You go first."

In the end, that was all Ziban could say to give Andin an answer. Andin. He left behind Ziban and Secretary Chan.

"Young master, there was an incoming message from the woman who yesterday had made a mess in the office. He said that he wanted to apply to be your secretary in the office."

Selena?

Her request?

Ziban was silent for a moment. On the other hand, he already had Secretary Chan who was reliable in every way. But on the other hand, his request was not strange things. After all, his arrival would probably lighten Secretary Chan's burden a little.

"alright. Tell him I accept it. He could go to work tomorrow."

Secretary Chan scrunched his forehead. Not trusting Ziban who is very perfectionist in choosing confidants is suddenly that easy in accepting job applications, which only through short messages without files or even interviews.

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