Trapped in Love Miss Arogan
88.

This morning Justin woke up later than usual. Last night, as soon as he got home he decided to go straight to bed so he could rest because he felt too tired.

Justin immediately went to the bathroom to clean his body. And after a while she was in the bathroom she finally came out and got dressed.

Today the first lecture hour was empty so he could go to college later than usual. Looks like Justin will take the bus because his bike is still in the house of Mr. Romanov since last night.

Justin is sitting on his living room couch. He was enjoying a bowl of instant noodles made while turning on the television. He was in the middle of watching the news on television until suddenly there was a knock on his door.

Justin put a bowl of noodles in his hand and rushed to open the door of his house. As soon as the door opened, Justin felt surprised to see some people standing right on the porch of his house with a large and small box.

"Good morning sir" said one of the men. While Justin was still staring one by one at the person with a somewhat confused look.

"Yes morning." replied Justin.

"Is this really the home of young master Justin Kim?" ask the man again.

Justin frowned confused when he heard the word "young master" but he still nodded his head while putting on a confused look.

"yes, that's me." replied Justin.

"Then can we enter your house, to put this? Yes, it's actually a bit heavy" the man said as he pointed out the box he had in his hand.

Not yet had Justin answered anything to the question, the man who had just spoken to him began to step inside Justin's house while carrying the box, followed by several other men behind him.

"But what is this? I don't-"

"Excuse me young master." said one of them to Justin making Justin who was about to talk immediately away.

Justin wanted to protest but obviously could not because at this time each of the people seemed to be busy with work lifting goods.

"Where do you usually put your master sack of rice?" ask a man who just came in.

"That-that's..."

"Sir Justin, this is a snack, may I put it here, in the kitchen a bit full of stacked boxes" said another man.

"Yes, but-"

"Is there room for us to keep the boxes, sir?" ask the other man again while pointing to the box on the porch.

'There's more?' justin's inner self with rounded eyes was shocked.

Justin can now only frown confused because of a strange incident in the morning. Who exactly are these people? Then why did they come with dozens of boxes like this.

Feeling so curious, Justin ended up holding the arm of one of those people.

"Wait a minute!"

"Yes, sir?" ask the guy.

"I'm sorry, but can I tell you where all this stuff came from?"

"Ah, all this stuff is from-"

The man seemed confused to answer until then a man in black clothes ran over to them.

"Young master Justin!"

Justin turned his head when he heard his name being called while the man Justin had asked him earlier directly sat his head in respect and passed away from there.

The man in black stepped closer.

"Good morning, young master Justin." the man bowed half his body, greeting politely.

Justin bowed back. "Good morning?"

"I am a servant sent directly from Mr. Romanov's main mansion" the man explained.

Justin nodded his head.

"Well, can I help you?"

"Ah, no, sir." replied the man shaking his head quickly. "I came to monitor the shipment this morning, sir."

Justin pointed to the stack of boxes on the porch of his house.

"What do you mean these things."

The man turned to the stack of boxes on the porch of Justin's house and then smiled knot.

"Yes, young master."

"Then can I tell what all this stuff is here for? Why was it sent to my house?"

"All this stuff is yours" said the man, rounding Justin's eyes.

"My stuff?"

The man nodded. "Our, completely."

"All this?" ask Justin again.

"Yes, young master." once again the man nodded his head. "These are all gifts from Mr. Romanov that were deliberately sent to you. Food, drink, basic necessities, and more." the man was polite.

"What's? Is it all here? And this was given by Mr Romanov to me?"

"Yes, this is early in the morning I was assigned directly by Mr Romanov to order and also deliver all the items that might be your needs?"

"My needs? But I don't even need any of this." Justin is laughing now. The need has never been this much. All this was really surprising to him.

"You will definitely need it, young master. These are all items that are needed every day. Such as rice, instant food, bottled mineral water and other needs. All this you will obviously need." said the man again.

"Mr Romanov told me all your basic needs must be met. And you can't lack one."

"He said that?"

"Yes! I tried my best to fulfill his request. You may not have to work anymore to meet all these needs because everything you have now.." continued the man while chuckling.

"I think so too." Justin smiled doubtfully as he stared at the stuff. "But why did Mr. Romanov have to do something like this."

"Like this?"

"Ah, no offense. But I think it's a little overrated."

The waiter nodded. He understood if this seemed excessive.

"This is actually just a form of thanks from him because the young master was willing to come to dinner last night."

"Ah, that problem.." Justin scratched his nape awkwardly. "Mr Romanov should not have done this kind of exaggeration."

"I don't think it's a big deal. It's not an exaggeration for him." said the man again.

Justin could only smile awkwardly, he didn't know what to respond to now.

"Mr Romanov even told me to send the same stuff like this once a week."

That made Justin shocked. "At least once a week you say?"

"Yes, young master."

"I'm sorry. Mr. Romanov just told me that this is a gift for you, young master. And that's all I can say. Besides I have no authority whatsoever to question anything else on him."

"Where do I dare to question Mr. Romanov's decision." continued the man in the suit lowered his head, a sign that he regretted not being able to explain anything more to Justin.

Justin just took a breath. He could clearly understand the words of the man in the suit.

"It's okay." Justin said resigned.

"Ah yes..I almost forgot something." the man then reached into his suit pocket.

"And this." continued the man again, taking out a white envelope and holding it out to Justin. "This is the money Mr. Romanov left me to give you."

"Money?" Justin is moving backwards. "No, no. I can't take it."

"But-"

"Why should there be any more money? This alone is enough. That's enough."

Justin couldn't accept it. Didn't he have received money from Mr. Romanov some time ago. It has not been used yet. He even wanted to give it back. How could he get any more money?

'What will Miss Charlotte say. He's gonna look at me worse.' Justin's inner self.

"Please accept this young master. Otherwise I'll be fired later for not being able to execute his orders properly."

Justin smiled stiffly. Why is he the one who has to feel free here? He should have easily refused. But since this was about the work of others, he could not do much. And finally, with a sense of constancy Justin received the white envelope, making the man in the suit smile happily.

'I'll give it back to Mr. Romanov myself later.' His inner.

The man smiled happily. "Thank you sir."

"Yes" Justin replied with a small smile.

"Mr Romanov also apologized for not being able to come here alone. He was busy because there would be a meeting at the company this morning" the man explained.

"In addition, I have brought your bicycle." The man pointed at the bicycle.

Justin turned to his yard and nodded. "Thank you" Justin said.

"Okay, it looks like my job here is done" said the man in the suit when he saw the people carrying the boxes had finished work. "I'll excuse you then."

Justin nodded. "Thank you, once again "

After bowing respectfully to Justin the man in the suit then say goodbye then rushed away from Justin, followed by the workers who walked behind him.

Justin rushed into his house again. Once inside, Justin could only stand pecking with eyes staring at all the items that had filled his home.

Justin chipped, then clucked in annoyance. "What am I supposed to do with all this stuff?"

Her head somehow felt full. Justin never thought something like this would happen. He shook his head. All of that stuff makes Justin feel even crazier now.

Justin walked to the sofa and threw himself on the sofa in his living room. He let out a long breath, feeling so tired, for some reason. For him the events of this morning really surprised him.

Once again Mr. Romanov managed to surprise himself in an unusual way. This is too much. Didn't we? Mr. Romanov must have spent a lot of money to buy these things.

Yes, it is actually no wonder how Mr. Romanov was able to send him all these items. He is a rich man. The conglomerate. He was even able to send hundreds of items like the one he sent Justin. It might just be like spending a hundred thousand rupiah for him.

Mr. Romanov is really very rich. Justin could not even forget how grand the mansion belonged to Mr. Romanov that he came to last night. The entrance is like a highway because it is so wide. He's really very rich.

But one thing Justin never thought of was the reason Mr. Romanov gave so much to him. Wh why? What Mr. Romanov did to him wouldn't even give any advantage to the middle-aged man, would it?

Drrtts...

Drrtts...

In between his daydreams, Justin's phone suddenly shook. Justin grabbed his phone and stared at the screen of his phone, looking at the unfamiliar number listed he immediately frowned.

"Whose number is this?" muttered wonder.

Usually, Justin always chooses to avoid picking up the phone from an unknown number. But this time he somehow chose to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" justin.

"Justin, it's grandpa."

"Grandfather? Mr Romanov, you mean?" ask Justin. He was surprised not to play because he did not expect Mr. Romanov to know his mobile number.

There was a loud noise from across the phone. "Yes, of course it's grandpa."

"Do you know my phone number?"

"Grandfather got it from Harry, this morning."

"Ah, so..."

"Grandpa called this morning just because Grandpa wanted to make sure you'd received a gift from Grandpa. You've already accepted it, haven't you?"

"Yes, cake. but..." Justin sighed slowly then lowered his head, playing his fingernails. "Grandfather, this is a bit of an exaggeration..."

"What is excessive? Precisely grandpa felt that it must be all less for you."

"No cake, no. It's just too much. More than enough."

"really? Good then." said Mr. Romanov.

"But the cake, it looks like I can't take it."

"Why? Don't you like it?" asked Mr. Romanov in a surprised tone.

Justin rubbed his nape, feeling so relaxed now. It would be bad to say that he wanted to reject the kindness that the middle-aged man gave him.

"No cake, somehow this is just too much for me. All of these items will only run out for about a month or maybe two months."

"Ah, that's the problem." Mr. Romanov chuckles.

"I'm serious cake, this is very much." Justin reassured.

"No problem, Justin." replied Mr. Romanov softly.

"But cake-"

"Ah, by the way grandpa just wants to make sure the goods arrive. And now grandfather has to get ready to go to work. Grandpa hang up the phone."

Justin is beating slowly. "Yes, cake."

After the phone connection was cut off, Justin put his phone on the couch, right next to him. He turned his gaze to the table in front of him, staring at the noodle bowl he had eaten.

Ah, Justin has absolutely no appetite to continue his breakfast again now, instead he refocused on the pile of boxes that were nearby.

Next, Justin looked at the clock on the wall of his house, it was soon time to go to campus. He decided to go to college instead of having to think about something so confusing.

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