MSL - Mr. To Good to be true

I woke up late, and realized someone had walked into my room because I found a glass of milk that was still warm as well as a piece of sandwich. There was a piece of paper folded in it. "Have a good day." That's what's written on the paper, and I think it's Christ's handwriting, because it's so similar to what I read when I worked in a coffee shop.

I picked up my phone and I read a text from him. "Today I'm going to Ohio for business, you can stay as long as you want. Just stay there, feel like home, and wait for me to come back." he wrote.

I quickly pressed the call button, but when I tried to contact him, his phone was off, maybe he was on the plane. I sighed deeply, how can any human being created by God be so perfect like him. He is handsome, rich, intelligent, and so attractive, humble and very kind. He is too good to be real.

"How could that man be so perfect, how did his family raise him? He must have grown up in a happy and loving family." I muttered as I took a glass of milk and took a small sip. Imagining him pouring the milk himself from the box and heating it up for me, I don't know why I shivered, it felt so touching to be treated that sweet.

My hand grabbed a sandwich and popped a small bite into my mouth. It was so difficult for me to chew, because there was a feeling of wanting to cry when I tried to chew it. Someone prepared a sandwich for me? I can't even believe that someone as handsome as that did it for me, even now I feel like a princess from a fairy tale who has incarnated into the real world.

I enjoyed the best breakfast moment in my life with the view from the bedroom window overlooking the garden, green grass and fresh air. "Do you know where your bad luck is hiding, Isabella? Why has good luck been coming your way more often lately." I muttered to myself. It feels like millions of butterflies fill my chest, I'm so happy for a glass of milk and a piece of sandwich this morning.

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I left the house as soon as noon, of course with the new laptop, clothes, and smart phone he lent me. I went back to dorm because in the afternoon I had to go to uncle Bento's coffee shop to work.

"Hi Uncle Ben." I gretted the old man sit behind the table with a cash machine in front of him.

"Hi." He simle at me.

"You look pale, are you sleep deprived?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine anyway." I answered with a full smile.

"Okay, do your job, girl. Looks like the tavern will be busy today." he answered enthusiastically.

"Of course." I nod.

I do my job as usual, starting from preparing all the glasses and all the equipment, ensuring the stock of coffee beans and also making sure all orders arrive at customers who are already sitting waiting. But for some reason today I don't seem to focus on all that.

Starting from serving the wrong order, giving wrong change and even spilling one customer's coffee. Everything happened in front of Uncle Bento and he didn't seem very pleased with my work today.

"Just take some rest, maybe you are tired." Uncle Bento said with a look that I could hardly describe. Between pity or upset of what I made today. Some orders were wrongly made and customers complained to him directly.

I bowed listlessly, "I'm sorry I made a lot of mess today." My regrets.

The old man tried to smile with the rest of his energy after the long and exhausting day he passed. "It doesn't matter, I understand that you try to did best but sometimes we had a bad day, it's normal. It seems that you are thinking a lot." He was still so wise and tried to forgive me. "You work part-time in this place, you also have to think about your school and your other duties. I can forgive some of the little mistakes you made today." His words were thoughtful and it made me feel even more unwell.

I shook my head full of regrets. "No, I'm really sorry for being careless."

"Go home and take some rest." He said he gave me the last smile. "Come back tomorrow in a better energy."

"I'm sorry uncle." I said.

"Go home and work well tomorrow." He said again.

I finished half my shift and went home. I don't know why Mr. Christ's kiss made it difficult for me to concentrate, wherever and whenever the shadow was so real and made me fall apart. I was carrying a tray of two cups of coffee and suddenly the shadow appeared, making my feet stumble and the whole coffee spilled out. Even when I filled the cup from the coffee maker machine, the whole contents spilled out and hit my feet and hands, until I had a wound on my hand.

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