Mr. Perfectionist

On the very comfortable bed of that dark but quiet room, he was lying on his right side with a blanket covering him from head to feet and was enjoying a very peaceful sleep.

No one would have given up such a peaceful sleep in the face of a most dangerous storm, but he was awakened at the first ring of the alarm.

He reached out and shut off the ringing alarm and straightened up. After opening his eyes for a few seconds, in the dim light of the side lamp, he took his hand out of the blanket and stared at the ceiling of the room, and then sat up, removing the soft blanket from his body.

After sitting still for a few more seconds, he took a deep breath and got off the bed, and stood up straight.

He removed the curtains of the room and peered out the window. There was a light breeze outside. He had begun his routine of morning stretching exercises, standing in front of the window, looking at the light spilling onto the lawn outside.

After about fifteen minutes of stretching exercises, he went back to his bed and made it. After arranging the bed, he rolled his eyes and surveyed the room. Everything seemed to him neatly in its place.

The room was very clean. No one would have believed, looking at the room's pristine condition and sophistication, that no cleaner had set foot in it for years. No dust was found in any corner of the room. Every corner of the room smelled all the time. It was all the ingenuity of the occupant of this room. He had never asked a house servant to clean his room like his other family members.

Now, he was brushing his teeth, standing in front of the wash basin in the washroom attached to the room. A towel slung over his shoulder indicated that he would take a bath immediately after brushing his teeth.

Like the bedroom, the washroom was very clean. Everything was in its proper place. The servants of the house were not allowed to enter the washroom as well as his bedroom. He also used to clean his washroom.

From waking up in the morning to going to bed at night, everything he does is done at a specific time. From exercise to cleaning, from bathing to laundry, from breakfast to dinner, everything in his life happened on the ticking hands of the clock. Even the thought of a second's delay was considered a sin in his dictionary.

Now he was standing in front of the dressing table, looking at his attractive reflection in the mirror tying a tie around his neck.

Punctuality was made a habit by that seventeen-year-old youth. Due to this, the people around him were always alert. Being the luminary of a rich family, servants were always present in the house. But despite that, he used to do all his work himself from his childhood. From pressing school uniforms to polishing shoes, he never allowed anyone to touch anything personal to him.

After tying the tie, he was now styling his attractive hairstyle. Today was his first day of college, so he had spared no effort in his preparation. Because he believed:-

"First Impression Is The Last Impression"

After finishing his hair, he walked towards his wardrobe and finished getting ready, wearing the upper coat, part of the college uniform that hung neatly in it.

He once again stood in front of the mirror and took a final look at himself. Everything was perfect, which enhanced his already awesome and strong personality.

He picked up his favourite perfume and spritzed himself with a final survey of the room as he looked around. Finding everything in perfect condition, he locked the room and went out.

Now he was walking down the stairs with his college bag hanging on his shoulder. Descending the stairs, he walked with dignity to the dining table, which was empty as usual and expected. All the other occupants of the house were still sleeping. He glanced first at the empty dining table, then at the closed door of the only bedroom on the front ground floor.

With a slight depression in his eyes and a wounded smile on his lips, he shook his head slightly from side to side. For some time, he held the chair of the dining table in both his hands and stood there, then placed the bag on the chair and entered the kitchen.

Cook was already in the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast. Seeing him entering the kitchen fully dressed in his college uniform, he immediately bowed and greeted him. To which he did not consider it necessary to answer.

Cook knew his quiet nature so his nonchalant manner did not offend him.

"Shall I make you breakfast?" The cook asked him, folding his hands in respect.

In response, he put a squinting smile on his lips. "Have you ever bothered to make breakfast for me? Which I will give today?" He looked at the cook with a question in his eyes.

The cook was startled to find the answer to his question in his smiling but burning eyes. He immediately left the burner and stood a little further away.

He put the tea water on the stove and put two eggs to boil. Now he was taking out toast and jam from the fridge and taking it to the dining table.

The cook was standing in a corner silently watching his activities with stealthy eyes.

He placed his breakfast on the dining table and returned to the kitchen. Made tea and poured it into a cup. By then, the eggs were also boiled. He picked up a cup of tea in one hand and a bowl of eggs in the other and walked towards the dining table.

The cook took a deep breath as he left the kitchen and went back to preparing breakfast for the rest of the family.

He took the dishes from the dining table in the same silence as he had breakfast and came back to the kitchen and put them in the sink, and started washing them.

The cook and the rest of the household staff were often surprised by his nature.

"Is it his passion to do all his work himself despite having thousands of employees or his punishment?" This question often came to the minds of all the employees of the house. Because in passion, sometimes a person asks someone to do something, but in punishment, a person can not even ask for water from someone while dying.

He also seemed to them to be cold-tempered and would die but would never ask for help from anyone else.

He washed the dishes and neatly placed them in their respective places in the kitchen and left the kitchen with a bitter farewell smile towards the cook.

The cook saw him leaving the kitchen and shook his head sadly.

Coming out, he picked up the bag from the chair, slung it back over his shoulder, and walked briskly towards the exit of the house.

On reaching the exit, he stopped and looked back once more at the closed door of the ground floor's only bedroom. The door was still closed. Deepening the wounded smile on his lips and the twinge in his eye, he came out of the interior of the house looking at his wristwatch.

Leaving the house's inner exit, he reached his pet dog's house on the back lawn and unchained the dog. As soon as the dog got free from the chain, it jumped in the air and began to play with him. He patted the dog lovingly on the head and took it away from him to give it a thorough inspection of the house. There, too, everything was in good order.

The dog had now completed its usual run and was sitting at his feet wagging its tail as a sign that it was now hungry. He took out a packet of dog food from his shoulder bag and put it in the dog food bowl.

He arranged fresh water near the dog's house until the dog had eaten and put the chain back around its neck, knowing very well that in his absence no member of the household or servant would come that way. His dog's nature was just like his, he didn't like having anyone else around him at all like his owner.

After taking care of the dog, he went towards the main gate of the house. On his way to the main gate, when he approached the garage of the house, the driver immediately became alert. Seeing him approaching the car, the driver immediately started the car engine and ran and opened the back door of the car for him to sit.

Seeing the driver's impetuousness, he stopped for a moment and the next moment, giving him the same impression as he had given the cook, walked towards the main gain.

The driver also watched silently, his back as he walked.