Dear Goodness You

At an open window, there he's, leaning and slouching on the window sill, the mouth working as usual on chewing the bread he got from the kitchen earlier after putting down the book the moment he heard the sound of footsteps from stairs. The felt like watching a play stage … out of his will. Lucky, fruits and food are there to comfort little mind. Eating always eased him whenever he felt like he wanted to eat someone but was unable to do it since someone is working for someone who loves someone who working hard right in dawn. Also, if someone works hard for convenience in the future, he will, it is. Still, he's still will be holding a grudge for making him look like he was watching a drama in the morning. 20 minutes almost passed. It was exactly at 4:00 a.m. the starting sound of Melas started working. These two days, he felt like setting of alarm clock at 4:00 a.m. to wake him from sleep. He had an alarm clock which he never used because he would naturally wake up from food only in dreamland if he was still sleeping.

"Mister, when will you will be finished?"

"I just started working. When do you expect to finish, so soon???"

Kaylie letting out a sigh of helplessness at dawn. First in his lifetime, up till now. And it was unexpected since it was no one but the headmaster of Lavish Academy, the one he always wins against. Luckily, he's doing benefitting the whole household, otherwise he will take over the academy. No need for headmaster wasting the time doing something wasteful and wasted. Staying up late at night to continue reading, he could feel neck pain. He's back looking at Melas. The old man never strayed from his focus in building houses for poultry.

He thought the only goodness of Melas being a chef was forgetting if he's good with sweets food. Another's Melas's goodness visible is, the sweet goodness about is in his mouth. Being a sweet talker, praising any women he sees. Nevertheless, he never saw a husbands or finances or boyfriends of those women come find and give a black eye to him. Was it because those women so used to flattery that they care less about it? Or was if it's because it was men nature to use seducing before to succumb to flirting?

He doesn't know much about that kind of world, and he had no care about it, but still the silence of the men owing those women make him puzzled for a little. Soon, he knows the praises he gave them are the same as the ones he told the others. The few only different sentences dependent on their status and wealth being, but certainly the sweet talker skill of praising any women according to their preferences worked well. Tesla … From then on, he kept to himself if Tesla didn't care about what Melas does outside, he will also keep quiet about it. Nowadays, where's women own power and status more so than men, they voluntarily give a help to academy in donation events or race or whatever it's called. The poor academy in recent years' bit by bit have changed and are being upgraded level by level. Not to mention, Lavish Academy a sole academy accepted any poor students with less money, low grades, no skill and the one who's arrogant enough to go against the headmaster of academy. That's him. Soloris Vi Kaylie.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast."

"Didn't you already have breakfast? I lost count of bread you have been eating. You have eaten countless breads that I couldn't count."

"That was small buns with fillings. My bigger share of sweets hasn't come yet."

Melas knew the meaning of it. The varieties of confectioneries will be laid out on the table. Deep inside, Melas smiling like a father have should like how Kaylie is still eating those small buns with filling he ate as a child or any child would eat before eating anything else that a little big and amount. The same goes for his wife. Tesla also, even though, Kaylie no longer a child but still made small confectioneries … it's her personality, or it's for Cellin to ate after Kaylie? But Since Cellin wasn't fond of sweets like his mother and elder brother but the second child, Cellin personality more like him. He noticed Cellin will dash over to usual dishes between two types of cooking. Cellin's cooking style is almost the same as his. Somehow, deep down, he's grateful there's a son who will or possibly inherited him cooking more or less in personality. The looks between the sons are both are will be handsome men in the future. If he ever had done comparing, Cellin could never have surpassed Kaylie since the boy had the supreme and blessed genes in the whole empire.

"If he was more like you, father, that means Cellin would be a playboy in adulthood. You should start to get worried, father."

One of the usual Kaylie sharp remarks to him in one of their usual conversations.

"You won't eat what I make, dear goodness, father. You already have breakfast. Why not turn those woods into something we can eat?"

"Don't make it too sweet."

"Breakfast is better sweet because it's your energy." Looking at wood and the rest of buildings unknown tools, he continued, "And I believe you will need more energy than me."

"I preferred not too much sweetness."

"My breakfast, how about sometimes you proffered in way I make it in my own way."

The little devil activated again.

"How about something bitter? Half bitter, half sweet. That's balanced breakfast."

"I will make a coffee for you. A bitter coffee."

"You know, ..." a paused.

"I don't know,"

"You know it," said Melas.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

"I don't know," said Kaylie.

Melas had a question, why doesn't it work with Kaylie when it works with other people or kids about the tale of bitter coffee.