The Change To Beauty
The Change XXII

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"It's weird that it's the way it is" muttered Malvin who then stepped towards the elevator with a glass of drinking water in his hand. Arriving on the third floor, he stepped out and immediately approached his room to get back to rest. He put the glass in his hand on the nakes table located on the edge of his bed. After turning off the headlights, he lay back down and began trying to sleep.

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The day changed, the sound of knocking on the door made Malvin dragged out of his subconscious. Faintly from behind her bedroom door, she could hear Glenda's voice calling out and calling out her name several times; trying to wake her up. Malvin opened his eyes slowly. Dark, his room was only decorated with dimly lit sleeping lights. He woke up slowly from his bed and sat down trying to gather all his consciousness until he was one hundred percent conscious. "Master, wake. It's morning." Once again he heard Glenda's voice from behind the door.

Malvin began to feel fed up with his screams, he then stepped down from his bed to open the door of his room. On the other hand, Glenda who had been screaming in front of the door of Malvin's room then began to be curious, the fat woman bent her body; peek through the key gap in the door to see if Malvin is awake or not. But Glenda couldn't see him at all, "astaga, is she still sleeping?" Mumbled slowly. The door opened and Malvin stood right in front of Glenda who was now staring right at the man's lower waist.

"What are you doing?!" Tukas Malvin who in an instant made Glenda jerked in shock and almost fell when he realized what he had just seen. "A-anu. a-I tried to.." Glenda flipped, she misbehaved herself when she had to be caught in such an ambiguous state. "Have you prepared breakfast for me?" Ask Malvin. Glenda shook her head slowly, as Malvin himself requested that she herself choose the menu for the dishes she would eat, so Glenda did not dare to cook before Malvin woke up and asked him directly what he should cook for breakfast.

"Then wait a minute here." Malvin moved from his place, he stepped into his room to pick something up in his nakes drawer, before he returned with a piece of paper and a cell phone in his hand. "This is a list of foods that you have to cook all day, I will replace them every day so you don't have to bother constantly asking me what you should cook. Then this is my old phone that you can use for a while until your phone is fixed." Clearly while thrusting the two objects in his hand at Glenda.

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Malvin was sitting quietly in his study, he was rechecking his meeting materials this morning to make sure everything was perfect. The door of his study was slowly knocked, making his attention seized. "Come in" he said. Glenda pushed through Malvin's study to tell him that breakfast was at the dinner table. The fat woman stepped into her study and found Malvin sitting at her desk clad in a short white T-shirt with a long warm coat that covered her thighs. "Master, I've prepared breakfast as requested. Everything is available at the table" Glenda said. Malvin got out of his seat and stepped out of his study. "All right, thank you." He replied as he stepped past Glenda who was standing at the door. Before long he followed Malvin from behind to make sure everything was in line with what he had asked for.

Arriving at the dining room, Malvin sees that his table has been filled with the exact same dishes that were written on the paper he made. The man sat down on one chair and began to grab the plate and fill it with food while Glenda stood on the edge of the table watching Malvin's flat face ask for mercy, he became dag-dig-dug for fear of not conforming to Malvin's expectations. The man scoops the food on the plate and devours it in the first feed, Glenda still notices Malvin. The man was chewing his food, the longer the chews the longer made Glenda more restless. "How does it feel, sir?" Glenda asked with an anxious look on her face, this was the first time she had made food as Malvin had asked in her notes. Although the first one does not mean he does not know how to make it, Glenda once saw his mother Fidela— make a food similar to this food to give it to one of his friends when they want to gather together, he said, so Glenda knew a little bit of the recipe because it helped her cook. Although he did not know very well what it was like because he did not want to taste the food that Glenda was not attractive enough for him.

"Enak" said Malvin with a flat face, the man said without looking at him. "really?" Glenda's face turned relieved, she flashed a smile upon hearing his words. "If you don't believe it, try it yourself" Malvin said. Glenda nodded softly, then pulled the chair in front of her and began to fill the other dishes that were there with the dishes she made. Glenda stuffed the food into her mouth. "It turns out it really tastes good, I've never eaten a dish like this before." Glenda saturate, he then devoured it again and chewed it slowly. Enjoy every concoction of spices that he felt permeated his food. Glenda was silent for a moment when she suddenly recalled the first time she saw Fidela making a dish like this for her friend. "I remember my mom." she thought, her face turned gloomy in an instant. Glenda lowered her head staring at the plate before her with a gloomy look on her face. "Where is my mom now?" His inner.

"You why?" Malvin's question made Glenda instantly aware of her daydream.

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