Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
For me

Jerricco is well dressed. He was ready for breakfast, but a notification from his phone stopped his steps. Jerricco walked up to get his phone. The smile on Jerricco's lips was clearly imprinted after reading the short message Damara had sent.

Jerricco walked with a slightly hasty step towards the dining room. Right there was a sandwich that looked like a sandwich in general. He sat looking at the sandwich on the plate right in front of him. There was a sense of unwillingness to eat it but the sandwich was like waving a request for input into his mouth. Jerricco took the sandwich, then tasted Damara's sandwich with a pounding heart.

Throughout eating bread Jerricco's smile did not fade in the slightest, a sense of joy was clearly drawn on his face.

Jerricco took his phone to reply to Damara's message.

[Thank you, the sandwich is delicious. Tomorrow you have to make it for me again] Jerricco shook his head. He had to come up with another idea for Damara to make another sandwich without Jerricco asking for it. Jerricco deleted the message and his finger danced back over his phone screen.

[You have a lot to learn, your sandwich is just plain. I'm waiting for a better sandwich tomorrow morning] message sent.

While in his study, Damar was focusing on his report, but his attention was diverted when he heard the sound of a notification from Jerricco.

His hand reached out to pick up the phone and opened the contents of a message from Jerricco. Damara's lips curled up to see the short message Jerricco sent. “What is a good sandwich like?”

Damara got up from her seat and walked out of her room to the cooking place. “Andri,” call Damara.

“What's Bu?” ask Andri the officer there.

“Teach me how to make a good sandwich,” beg Damara.

Damara ruffled waist, “I said Mr. Galang you did not follow my orders.”

“Yaelah Bu manager ngancem .. yaudah here I ajarin.”

Andri taught Damara the usual techniques he made for customers who ordered sandwiches. Damara watched carefully every speech and demonstration of Andri.

Damara was curious to taste the sandwich made by Andri. “Feelings are the same, as I made earlier,” Damara said after swallowing the sandwich in her mouth.

“Ya should be like how, people sandwich tastes like that,” Protests Andri. “There-There's only you Bumen,” ledek Andri. He was a little upset that Damara was interrupting his free time.

“Not polite you, just look at the payday I took half yours,” ketus Damara then walk left Andri who was furious to see the behavior of his manager is not clear.

Damara returned to his room feeling annoyed, he was still curious about the delicious sandwich. He opened his laptop screen and searched for a recipe for a good sandwich. His eyes have been glued because two hours he continues to stare at the laptop screen opening every site or video how to make a delicious sandwich but the contents are the same not much different.

Damara folded her hands on the table, with her head bowed over the folds of her hands. “Jeez what's that good sandwich like? Why did Jerricco ask for a better one,” shrewd Damara.

Damara has made the sandwich in accordance with what Andri taught and what he sees on the web and cooking videos. His head throbbed a little he took his working hours to find a recipe for making sandwiches, but nothing was all the same.

Damara straightened her body again and rubbed her face roughly using her hands. “Oh Lord what should I do?”