What Happened 2
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Vie begins writing a novel, accidentally on a very tiring day. He and his friends who were terrorized by multiple tasks complained, expecting a long and memorable break. Time drifted and made out with their favorite pillow bolts that held gently as they tried to get up and start working on their tasks again.
From that small desire, the four of them miraculously move on and become the four important characters in the novel that Vie wrote. Indeed Vie who was too lazy thought it made a character from himself and also his friends. As a result, Vie became a villain that he always liked. Ah, Vie does taste pretty weird. When asked what he wants to be, he prefers to act as an antagonist rather than a protagonist. The reason is quite simple, he is lazy to be a good person who is usually always hurt, mending so a bad person who can freely do anything.
But don't get me bad, Vie in the real world is a really good friend. Even arguably too late, so good he can encourage in the most annoying way. But that method proved powerful enough to restore the mood of his friends.
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"What's this?" muttered Vie with a look of deity-level annoyance, making the servants afraid to approach the girl. "I tried a few times after that, but none of them worked!" he said it was still an unclear murmur.
The maids who served around Vie became determined themselves, fearing that they were subjected to the mistress's outburst. Their miss seemed to be able to instantly kill a lowly servant like them with just a single look.
One of the maids gestured to his partner who was in the same room as him. The waiter nudged his friend's arm, then hinted through the eyes for them to quickly get out before getting into trouble. The other servant received a good gesture, she nodded then left the room without a sound, leaving Vie alone there.
"Huft, I'm really scared to death" the waiter complained after making it outside and away from the room their lady was in.
"Me too, even breathing was very difficult earlier," the other waiter whispered softly. Afraid that an ear would hear and convey what he said to his mistress.
"What's wrong with our lady?" the whisper doesn't understand. "Normally, she doesn't act like this" he said in a voice that grew louder. Questioning something about the employer is not allowed, so this servant speaks as little as he can so that no one hears other than the coworker he is talking to now.
"I don't understand either" said his interlocutor who seemed as confused as he was. "When you want to make trouble too, our lady has never been like this" he continued to remember the habits of the miss who was too spoiled in this family. Well, what more reason would it be if not for her being the only miss here. Hence their lady could behave as she wished and make trouble anywhere at will, behind her many people would solve the problems created by their lady.
"Is it possible that the lady is in love?" guess one of them with a face of disbelief.
"Ey, it's impossible that spring touches our lady's heart" said the other maid, shaking her hand. Their missus would never have fallen in love, if anything it was just a feeling of obsession that was misunderstood.
"Nothing is impossible, as long as there is a heart, love can sneak tofu?!" refute the other servant who suddenly seemed to turn into an expert in the field of romance.
"But that doesn't apply to our notorious lady" whispered her interlocutor in denial with facts that everyone knows. "Let's just work, it's none of our business with what the lady's doing!" he continued to end the conversation.
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"I can't keep this up" said Vie glancing outside, staring at the vast sky through the balcony. "How can I solve a problem if I'm the only one thinking?" said the girl, she had to meet her three friends and talk without being bothered by anyone. Is there not a statement that says that two heads are better to solve a problem. Well, they're four people, automatical four heads are better than two heads instead. In essence, the more people who come to think and find solutions, the faster the problems faced solved.
"Did I invite them here?" ask Vie to wrestle with his mind, choosing which way is the best and not too much attention by people for him to do.
"Huh, I'm the villain, why should I think about what others think of me?!" said the girl pulling one corner of her lips, forming a grin filled with arrogance, as if looking down on everyone.
Vie got up from his seat, he had already set his mind. Why are some days he is busy thinking about this and that, but he just has to act and do as he wants to as he has always done. The girl walked leisurely, picking up the small bell that was deliberately placed on the table. Her delicate and soft hands shook the bell she had just picked up. "You calling, miss?" said one of the servants entered the room that Vie had occupied since his death to think ria.
"Yes" replied the girl.
The servant heaved a sigh of relief, the mistress looked better than yesterday. The look on her non-facial face showed her usual arrogance and laziness. "What's up, miss?" the waiter asked with a polite smile. "Do you want to have a snack?" he continued to guess but still in a polite tone.
"No," Vie replied quickly. "Bring me a paper and a pen" the girl said.
"OK, miss. I will be ready soon!" said the waiter immediately passed away after bowing politely.
Before long, the item Vie requested was immediately prepared. The girl picked up a piece of paper, writing for some time until it didn't feel like she had written on three different papers. After inserting the newly written papers into the envelope, Vie then sealed the envelope. Ah, apparently her nona is writing a letter, but she doesn't know who it's addressed to.
Vie smiled faintly, looking like an evil grin in the eyes of the servant in front of him. "Send to the address I wrote!" said the girl gave the order, not forgetting she gave a reward that she thought was enough in lieu of a word of thanks.
The servant's eyes widened to see who would receive this letter from his nona, he became doubtful but also did not dare to question the orders of his nona. He could have died in a place without anyone knowing.
"Ba, ba, well, miss," said the maid, keeping her expression unafraid, but she failed because her hands were shaking so violently, it indicates that he is scared and confused at the same time. Vie did not care, he just nodded as he continued to stare at the servant in front of him. Making the waiter more and more curly-ketir made.
