My Husband is a King
I'm Going to Drink
Duk ... duk ... duk ....
A middle finger is tapped on the table forming a periodic rhythm. Even until almost midnight, the King was still struggling in front of his laptop.
"Antony," he called to a faithful old man sitting in a corner chair of His Majesty's office.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"How do tuna cases resolve in some areas? What programs have the ministers proposed?" ask King Gerald.
"I hear they are providing operational assistance programs in the form of basic materials and cash, but .. I don't know, we better hear at the next parliamentary meeting" Antony replied.
"If you think, what should we do? What is it that giving direct help is such a wise solution?" asked Gerald again, the King seemed to doubt that opinion.
"According to the servant, it's good we don't give direct cash assistance like that. Because it will decrease the productive forces of our royal society, Your Majesty," Antony explained. "Provision of business capital sounds better to solve the problem of tuna work is Your Majesty," he continued.
"Nonsense, I thought so too. So ... do we need to refuse, if lawmakers submit a case related to the provision of assistance later?"
"Better, Your Majesty think back later" Antony said.
"Then ... what about the relocation of homeless people in Arliand?" Gerald opened up a new question.
Arliand was an unkempt territory in the kingdom of Raisilian. In the area used as an escape for homeless people. So that area is more similar to a homeless nest.
"The stacking house that was built has begun to be filled in part, just waiting for the homeless to fill the form, they will be able to stay for free in the residence."
"Good!" praise King Gerald. "Antony, I want a drink!" Words containing orders came out of the King's mouth.
"I will provide you immediately, Your Majesty," replied Antony, retreating and bowing a little.
In fact, the water in the cup presented on the table is not drunk. But he asked for another drink?
It didn't take long, the middle-aged advisory man had already arrived again.
"Please, Your Majesty!" Antony put the cup mat which then became the base of the cup.
"Thank you" Gerald replied without being asked.
"Antony," called King Gerald while tasting the contents of the tea in a cup. "It's not the taste of tea I want." Gerald kept the cup away from him.
Antony gasped, he thought green tea was His Majesty's favorite drink. But now His Majesty King Gerald refused.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I was wrong to take a drink for His Majesty." Antony apologized.
"Yes, but .. no! Not the wrong drink! But ...," replied King Gerald with a smile.
Antony looked at the King with a strange look.
"Well, you go to your place, Antony! It's late, you better rest!" king Gerald said with a small smile.
"Is Your Majesty going to rest?" ask Antony suddenly. He was surprised, usually King Gerald will enter his room first, then he who left. Now the King hasn't even entered his private room yet but King Gerald has asked him to come back?
King Gerald stood up and moved out of his chair.
"Your Majesty," call Antony to hold back his King's departure.
But King Gerald did not heed the call.
"Where are you going? Let me take you!" bargain Antony.
"I .. want a drink" replied King Gerald with a meaningful smile.