Make Me His Substitute
There-there Just Is
"What are you talking about, Dodo? I'm not excited to make coffee for Mr. Aga but Mr. Aga who requires me to make coffee for him." Amara.
Dodo was stunned listening to Amara's reply. His mind began to guess somewhere.
"Dodo, why are you so quiet?" Ask Amara.
"It's okay, Miss." Dodo replied that he did not want to say what was in his mind.
This time Amara was silent. Actually, he was lazy to make coffee for Aga because it would only remind him of his futile struggle.
"Oh yes, Dodo. Please deliver the coffee to Mr. Aga's room, yes. Mr. Aga would just ask me to make coffee for him instead of delivering it too." Amara.
"But Miss, what if Mr. Aga doesn't like it when I drive him?" Answer Dodo.
"Not to be afraid. You just have to tell me if this is my coffee. I couldn't drive her because of a sudden stomach ache and going to the toilet."
Dodo finally resigned to get orders from Amara.
Amara immediately went to the bathroom after making sure Dodo went to deliver coffee to the room Aga.
Entering the room of Aga, Dodo was greeted with a puzzled look on Aga's face. How not, it seems like the order was clearly asking Amara who made coffee for him, then why is Dodo now entering his office?
"Miss Amara asked me to help deliver coffee to your room, sir, because Miss Amara suddenly has a stomachache and wants to go to the bathroom." The explanation of the Dodo finally made the question lodged in Aga's head answered.
"All right." Aga replied briefly while staring at the coffee that he made sure was coffee made by Amara.
"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" Tawar Dodo.
Dodo nodded in understanding then stepped out of the Aga's workroom.
After the departure of Dodo, Aga immediately sipped coffee made by Amara. Can Aga feel if the coffee made by Amara feels very distinctive much different from the coffee made by Dodo.
After sipping coffee and waiting for fifteen minutes, Aga finally called Amara and asked Amara to enter his office.
"What did you call me?" Ask Amara who is now standing in front of Aga.
"Are you not responsible for the trust I have given you?" Ask Aga.
Amara's forehead shriveled at Aga's question which sounded incomprehensible to her. "What do you mean, sir? Which trust do you mean?"
"This coffee!" He pointed at the coffee on his desk.
"What's up with the coffee, sir?" Amara was increasingly confused to interpret the meaning of Aga's words.
Aga sighed then looked at Amara with both eyes slightly squinting. "Why did you get someone else to deliver this drink into my room. Didn't I assign it to you instead of to someone else?!" Press Aga.
"Huh?" Amara was surprised to hear the words of Aga that sounded just there. "I've done your best, sir. The coffee you've been drinking is my product." Amara gave a rebuttal.
"But it wasn't you who drove him into my room!" Again pressed his words.
"Sorry, Sir. You just asked me to make coffee instead to make and deliver it at once to your workspace. After all I have a logical reason enough that I can't deliver this coffee to your room."
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