The Devil JOVE's
57. Coffee & Corn Burn
Fidel glanced at his silent master while standing leaning towards the pillar of the house. After the incident of his employer injuring Jove, Mr. Cadenza was furious. Everyone was so worried about the safety of his employer that it had blatantly injured someone with a very horrible background. As a person who has been following the daily life of the princess only wayang Lin family, Fidel is certainly very memorized by his war. However, Fidel did not expect that Miss Casandra would be this brave in attacking the mafia. Really fished a fuss.
“Fidel?” call Casandra lethargic.
“Iya, Miss. Do you need anything?” asked Fidel politely to answer the call.
“Why should I be born with this condition. I'm tired, Fidel. I've really been very tired of living in Dad's restraints,” replied Casandra. He then turned his head to the side, looking at Fidel with a helpless look. “I want to eat grilled corn. I'm so hungry, but Dad's definitely not gonna let me out of the house. Dad also has confiscated our car keys, right?”
Fidel tried to refrain from laughing at his mistress who looked very sorry. It is true that the car keys that Fidel used to carry had been requested by Mr. Cadenza. But Miss Casandra still does not know that Jove has lifted all the prohibitions that have made her employer unable to enjoy her life freely. Actually Fidel did not have no intention to tell Miss Casandra, he was only worried that this girl would go on the run immediately once he knew that there was no prohibition for him to leave the house. You must have memorized not by the mischief of this master? So yes, it is better for Fidel to be quiet and listen to his complaints rather than having to make the whole house dizzy seven circumference.
“Why are you quiet, Fidel. Just so you always have a unique way of taking me out for a walk. Were you also caught by Dad?”
“Ekhmm, Miss Casandra. I think for the next few days you should stay at home first. Mr. Cadenza is banning you because he fears Mr. Jove will hold you accountable for what you've done. Mr. Jove is very dangerous. It did not rule out the possibility that he would come and demand revenge. You can understand, right?” sahut Fidel slightly frightened his employer so as not to stubborn first. He had no heart for Mr. Cadenza who was almost frustrated at the thought of his daughter's behavior.
Instead of feeling afraid of what Fidel said, the irritation in Casandra even more overflowing once the name Jove is called. He who was initially lethargic instantly turned into a spirited four five while going to curse at the bastard who had snatched his virginity.
“Heh, indeed Jove who hah to dare to demand a reply to me. He started it first, so I'm completely innocent of hurting him. And if he dared to mess with me, I swore I would break the bird so that it could not stand up again. I'm Casandra Lin, not a stupid woman who doesn't dare to fight him!” fierce Casandra while grunting rough. After saying that Casandra intended to go to her mother's room. He needs a conversation partner to vent his frustration. But as soon as Casandra stepped up, she immediately fell face down on the floor. “Awwhhhhh!”
Fidel quickly lifted his master's body and took him to sit on the sofa. After that Fidel crouched down to check the wound on the sole of his employer's foot wrapped in bandages as a result of stepping on a glass fragment. “Nona, the wound is bleeding again. I will take the medicine first and replace it with a new bandage. Excuse me.”
Casandra could only be resigned to the mend*sah when Fidel left. While propping her chin with one hand, Casandra imagined how delicious it would be if she could enjoy grilled corn with a warm cup of coffee that she had bought by the side of the road. It's simple, isn't it? But alas, it looks like Casandra will not be able to enjoy it anytime soon. Huh.
“Bake corn, warm coffee. Aaaaa, I really want to eat it,” muttered Casandra while gulping. He then lowered his head, looking at his suddenly throbbing feet. “Cihhh, you're so weak, Casandra. Just because it's such a small wound when you fall face down on the floor anyway. Thankfully, Jove is not here. If he saw it, I would definitely be bullied all out by him. Shitty!”
Shortly thereafter Fidel appeared while carrying a P3K box in his hand. Deftly Fidel squatted on the floor and placed one of Miss Casandra's feet on her thigh. Like a doctor, Fidel painstakingly opened the bandage and cleaned the wound that returned to bleed. After that Fidel put the drug and then returned to wrap it as before.
“Thank you very much, Fidel. You are very good,” said Casandra while smiling sweetly. Fidel had already considered Casandra to be his own sister, and he always felt comfortable whenever Fidel devoted his attention. As it is now.
“Sama-sama, Miss Casandra. After this, please be more careful. The wound on your leg is still very new, afraid it will worsen if you can not keep the condition,” said Fidel then stood up. “Nona, I will go for a while to wash my hands. Do you want something to eat? Let the waiter prepare.”
“I want grilled corn and a warm cup of coffee, Fidel. I would love to,” said Casandra half whining.
“But Miss, now we can't ….
“Mr Fidel, Miss Casandra,”
A waiter suddenly comes hoarding Fidel's conversation with Casandra. Curious, Fidel immediately asked the waiter.
“No, Mr. Fidel.”
“Then?”
“Someone asked me to give you grilled corn and also hot coffee for Miss Casandra. I get it when I want to go inside the house after throwing garbage outside.”
Both of Casandra's eyes immediately sparkled brightly upon hearing the servant's words. Immediately he asked the waiter to hand him the roasted corn and coffee that he wanted so much. Fidel, who did not know who sent the food, did not immediately allow his employer to enjoy the food. He was worried that the food had been poisoned by the sender.
“What the hell, Fidel. Why did you snatch my grilled corn?” upset Casandra while staring fiercely at Fidel. He then tried to grab the package from Fidel's hand, but failed. And that made Casandra even more upset.
“Nona, you can not carelessly eat food from strangers. It could be in this food there is poison!” sahut Fidel tried to give understanding to his sulking employer.
“Fuck with the poison. Let's quickly return my grilled corn. Don't be your food-grabber!”
“But Miss, this meal ….
Drrttt drrttt
The phone in Fidel's pocket vibrated before he could finish. Soon Fidel saw who had sent him a message without regard to the whimper of the master who requested that the parcel Fidel was holding be given to him.
“Not to worry. I ordered the food for Casandra. Don't make him whine, I don't like it!"
Jove, it turns out that she is the one who has sent grilled corn and also warm coffee to her employer. Confirmed, Fidel finally relented. He gave all the food to his mistress who was already on the verge of crying out of annoyance.
“Waahhhh, the roasted corn is very fragrant. Hmmmm,” said Casandra excitedly as soon as she opened the package. Because there was a lot of grilled corn, he gave half of it to the waiter who had delivered the package. Not to forget also Casandra offered it to Fidel even though he had previously been upset.
“Thank you very much, Miss. Enjoy the corn and coffee with the waiter. I'm still full,” politely decline Fidel.
“Huuuu, but this corn is so sweet. The coffee is also very suitable to my favorite. By the way, the sender is very good. I was wondering where she could tell that I really wanted this food,”, Casandra said after sipping her coffee. “Ah time bodolah. Whoever the sender is I don't care. What matters now is that I'm happy. Yeyyy!”
Miss Casandra, if you knew that all the food was a gift from Mr. Jove, would you still be happy now? Hmmmmmmm. If even this small thing, Mr. Jove knew it right away, it was likely that in this house he was putting a spy. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Mr. Jove to know what Miss Casandra wants. But there is also a good thing if it is true that there are his men who participate in monitoring the situation in this house. That way Miss Casandra's safety will be much more assured.
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