Traizle "Traizle, will you really buy me a toy?" Layzen kept on asking me. I decided to buy things we needed in our house and treat them at the mall. Before we went to the mall, I told him I would buy him toys. This is our first shopping trip after a few years. "Does it sound like a joke to you?" I asked Layzen. "If he does not believe you, then don't buy him one," Lyndon commented, gaining a frown from our youngest. "Then stop asking Traizle. She will buy you one." he added. "You can buy me after buying the things we need in our house." Layzen replied. "Why?" I asked. "Buying me a toy will cost money. I wanted to make sure that we had the important ones first. If we can't have it anymore, I can give up my toy." Layzen answered, explaining as if he was an adult already. Lyndon messed Layzen's hair up. "Why are you so matured? Act like a baby, okay? You are only four, but hearing you made us think that you were an adult already." he commented. "Do I sound like an adult
Traizle Our new customer is living in a fine house. I pressed the doorbell, waiting for the caller to come out. "Delivery for Aiden Arias?" I asked when someone came out. "Ah yes! Come in first, I left my wallet inside." Arias, the customer, answered by opening the door for me. "I can wait here." I replied. "No, no. I heard there are many mosquitoes outside. Get inside first. I won't harm you in any way. I heard you are strong." He responded, entering his house again. I had no choice but to follow him inside. His house is fine inside and outside. He must be from a rich family. "I bought some food from the Snack Bar. Pay me!" I heard him shouting. I waited at the door. I should not enter his house anymore. "What? Snack Bar?" a familiar voice asked. "Where is she? I told her to get inside," I heard Arias reply. "Here you are, get inside." Arias added when he saw me at his door, pulling me to get inside. "No need, I don't—" I answered, unable to finish my sentence. "Have t
Traizle "I am still sleepy." I muttered as I was sending Lyndon and Layzen off to their schools. "Who told you to stay late last night? None, right? So don't bother complaining." Lyndon replied, scolding me. “You know you have a work tomorrow morning, but you still stay late? That's not good, Traizle." Layzen added, also scolding his older sister. I can't sleep. I couldn't concentrate on my work last night after delivering the order to Arias, Zarsuelo's friend. Am I to blame? Of course not. It is his fault. For making me sleep late. An unexpected confession can really make you lose concentration throughout your work. Tell me who can still concentrate after that, I will congratulate them big time. After sending them off to their schools, I am now on my way to the Snack Bar. After what happened last night, I promised myself that I would make sure to look at their names. I'll see if the name is a threat to me or not. To make sure nothing like last night will happen again nex
Traizle "Why is that?" I asked, confused at her answer. "He is outside. Waiting for you, maybe?" she said before answering the call. Is he outside? I still don't want to talk to him. His confession is the first reason I should avoid him. I stopped thinking when my phone vibrated. As I get my phone, I immediately see if it is important. "I think it's urgent—not so very important as it seems." I said, looking at the name of the person who messaged me. I intended not to read his message, but he showed himself at the door, waving and smiling at me, showing his big smile and white teeth. I was about to avoid his path and pretend I didn't notice him, but the owner's expression tells me to go out and talk to him. "I need to work, Boss. Talking to him would lose me a fortune in just an hour." I reasoned, telling the fact as well. "You told me to ask for money and think of it as your other sideline." the owner replied, getting back what I had told her a while ago. I sighed in de
Traizle "Will you go back to the company now?" Zarsuelo asked. I shook my head quickly. "I don't have any plans to go back there," I answered. "After hearing you, I don't think I have to go back there." I continued. "Ahh, why?" Zarsuelo fussed. "When someone tells you he or she likes you, you should be shy and reciprocate it afterward. Why are you so different from the others?" He added. I sighed defeatedly. "You're the only one who's different here," I argue. "I told you clearly before. I am just your secretary, nothing more and nothing less!" I added angrily. "But I want more. What should I do about that?" He asked back. "I don't know! Why are you asking me?" "Because I wanted to know your opinion." "You are strangling me indirectly!" I complained. "I need to go back—" "Stay." Zarsuelo said, after stopping me from going out. I thought he was taken aback by what I had said, so I used that time to stand up and go out, but I calculated it wrong. "I am sorry, I won't f
Traizle Every rule, I will say, he has his own rules too. I don't know if he will really follow our rules. "Traizle." Zarsuelo called. "What?" I asked back. "If ever I am choking you to death, tell me, okay? I will stop myself from choking you.” he said seriously. Good then he knows his limitations. I nodded at him in agreement and kept my phone in my pocket. "Let's go." I told him. He looked at me confused. "To where?" he asked back. "I have to go back to the Snack Bar and give back the bike I rented." I replied as I stood up from my seat. "Bike? What is the purpose of renting a bike?" He asked more confused, but not concerned about getting the left buns. "I am renting a bike to deliver the orders." I answered as we started to head out of the cafe. I could hear him getting up from his seat and following behind me. "You are using a bike to deliver the orders?" He repeated. "That is why I thought you lost some weight. Where's your old motorcycle?" He asked again. "At t
Traizle "Zarsuelo, you are invited to a party." I told him, handing him the pink envelope that I had just received a while ago. He walked towards me. "A party? It's been a long time since I went to a party!" he replied excitedly as he opened the invitation letter. "Can I go to the party?" He asked. "Why are you asking me about that? If you want to go, then go." I answered. "Oh, it is not just an invitation letter. It is a business party." he replied while reading the letter. "Business what?" I asked. "We should get ready." Zarsuelo beamed. "We?" I asked back. Why 'we' sound like I am going with him to that party? "Of course! I am my company's representative and need you to go with me because you are my secretary. In that way, we can also find some investors or future customers," he answered, smiling widely. "You will be my date on Saturday. I can't wait for that day!" he added excitedly. I hate that kind of party. "Do I really have to go there? I don't think I can g
Traizle After our work, Zarsuelo and I headed to a dress and suit shop as we planned. "Good evening, Ma'am and Sir. Zarsuelo." The salesperson greeted us. "Good evening, I hope this won't go public for my privacy." Zarsuelo greeted back. The salesperson smiled and shook her hands saying, "Don't worry, Sir. We don't do that. Our guests' privacy is important." She assured us. She guided us to the main room. "What do you prefer, Ma'am?" She asked me after. "Do you have a sexy dress?" Zarsuelo answered. "You will wear that sexy dress. I am warning you, Zarsuelo." I growled silently, enough for him to hear it. He bobbed his head at me, pouting. "Why not wear one? I want to see you wear a sexy dress. Can you?" He asked. "Force me or I won't go with you?" I asked back. He clasped his hands and turned to the salesperson. "Anything, as long as it is good for her." He spoke. The salesperson laughed a bit before nodding. "Understood. How about you, Sir?" She asked. "I want a