
"May ...!"
Daisy who flinched immediately jumped. He immediately stood up and looked for the existence of Excel who called his name with a shrill but, Daisy did not find the existence of Excel at this time. Was he just dreaming? Daisy sat back down while throwing her breath away. "When will the floor dry?" daisy Mumbles.
Excel walked carefully to Daisy because, the floor in her room turned wet and watery.
"Excel ... " Daisy was surprised to see Excel standing in front of her while holding her waist. Sharp, heart-piercing gaze, Excel looks very wrathful.
"What are you doing?" ask Excel.
"I was just ready to mop and wait for it to dry so I could sweep it" Daisy explained.
Excel falters upon hearing Daisy's confession. Crazy girl or stupid. From where the history mop first then new on the broom. Excel can only hold back its emotions.
"How much liquid do you use to mix water?"
"One bottle" Daisy replied casually.
"What ...!" excel's squeals screech in Daisy's earlobes, making Daisy cover her ears.
"Now I ask, are you a graduate of Kindergarten or Elementary School?"
"S2 graduation, why? Isn't my graduation news ever covered by the media, even though the value is only mediocre, anyway."
"I think the lecturer who approved you deliberately bribed you using money, right?"
This morning Excel had to feel the migrants because of the ridiculous behavior of Daisy. At first he would torture the woman to the point of suffering, but it seemed that he himself would feel her suffering. Just for that little thing Daisy doesn't know, it's really a stupid woman. If not for some reason, Excel would never want to marry Daisy, there are still many women out there who want to be his wife, even just just to point, Excel can already get a wife.
"Servant, where's my coffee?" ask Excel to one of the passing servants.
"Sorry sir, your coffee is being made by Miss."
"How much longer do I have to wait?"
"Maybe in a moment, sir."
In the kitchen, Daisy is confused about how to brew coffee for Excel. He's been getting coffee grounds, but he hasn't found out where the sugar lies. Even he had opened every drawer and wardrobe, still not finding the item he was looking for.
He almost made the mistake of trying to put salt in a cup, but Daisy tasted it first before pouring it into the cup.
"Why does it fit in there's not a single waitress who's nongol anyway?" grouse Daisy.
"Maybe he's never used sugar, so there's no sugar available."
Daisy has brought coffee to the front of Excel who has been upset by waiting too long.
"Why long?" snaps Excel.
"Sorry."
"Have you made breakfast?" ask Excel again.
Daisy shook her head making Excel stare at her more sharply.
While sipping his coffee, Excel immediately spouted up to hit Daisy's face, a little hot. He wanted to use Excel but when he saw the glare of his sharp eyes, Daisy's guts shrunk. He could only close his eyes.
"You deliberately want to prank me?" excel snapped which echoed throughout the room, and made Daisy very surprised.
"You didn't intentionally give this coffee sugar, did you? Now drink and spend!" snag Excel again.
Daisy just fell silent so scared of him with Excel's fiery temper. It turns out that if you're angry Excel is very creepy double.
"Wait for what else? Spend quickly! You heard right?"
"But ... "
I'm powerful. I-i can. Daddy's gonna get me out soon.
With a bad mood Excel just leaves the house. It turns out that the way to torture women is wrong because in fact, he is currently the one who is tormented.
After Excel died, Daisy immediately ran to the sink to spit out what she had drunk earlier. But too late, the pain in the stomach was wrapped around until Daisy complained of pain.
The servant who heard immediately approached Daisy. "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Daisy is immediately taken to her room, and the pain that is missing makes her feel very tormented. Daisy also refused when she wanted to call a doctor.
"Don't tell this to your master, okay?"
The servants nodded slowly and left Daisy alone in the room.
Daisy who has a history of congenital pain and must avoid caffeine, today was forced to violate it and it turned out that the results hurt her very much.
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Excel throws a rough suit that he wears on a sofa. While loosening the tie, Excel lays down his body on the sofa roughly. For a moment he closed his eyes remembering the incident that had just happened. A mess he just went through.
"Sorry sir, you have been waiting for the council to preside over the meeting today." A beautiful woman named Sherly, breaks down an Excel daydream.
"All right."
"Are you okay, sir. Is there a problem?" ask Sherly.
"Some small problem. I'll definitely clear up as soon as possible. Oh yeah, monitor the location tonight, don't let us miss it again."
"Good Sir. I'll make sure this time it's safe."
"Good."
After the meeting is over, Excel leaves the office to go somewhere with Sherly. The beautiful woman will always accompany Excel's abilities away. Can be transformed into a graceful woman, can also be transformed into a terrible woman.
"Sir, we should rearrange the strategy, I heard that along the harbor it was heavily guarded because of last night's incident. They will definitely increase security. How about at the hotel. It would be more if making transactions there."
That's a good thought. That's what Excel likes most about Sherly, the woman with a million abilities. It's not in vain that she recruits Sherly to be one of her members.
"As far as you are concerned, I leave everything to you."
Until nightfall, Daisy was still lying on Excel's bed. Realizing that it was night, he immediately got up and cleaned the bed so that it did not look like a bed to sleep on.
Daisy came out, again two room guards held her back. "Where are you going, miss?"
Daisy knitted her eyebrows. "I want to find the wind outside" said Daisy.
"Sorry, but it's late. You better get ready to welcome Mr. Excel."
"Why did I welcome him? He didn't say anything about it."
"From now on you must welcome the arrival, for you are his wife."
Hearing the words Daisy's wife smiled faintly. Suppose they all knew that behind this marriage was to torment me whether they would still call her their Master's wife who was more precisely called a prisoner.
πΉTo Be Continue πΉ
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don't forget the trail π