Novel & Cerita Liquids Till Lunch

Monday morning was quite alright just as it used to be. At exactly 6:29 am, I was up, ready in my hands was a big glass of lukewarm mixture of distilled water and fresh lemon juice. I never missed a weekday without taking my healthy to-go diet drink. Then the rest of other human daily activities were carried out; brushing of the teeth, bathing, friendly greeting with roommate, special preparation of healthy salad with extra virgin oil dressing(and also another glass of lukewarm lime and water mix) ten minutes of frog jumping (for exercise of course) and I was off to work.

Yellow corn dipped in cheese, boar's ribs with carrots and potatoes, and an orange lemonade. "You have 15 minutes to eat, kid," Neptos reminded her as he peeked from the kitchen with his mug of brewed tea made by Jucel. "We will go somewhere after breakfast." Chloe quickly brought the food to the table. "Just enough time, Ūryi." Barbie and Zabdiel choked on their food. They both coughed and drank down their water. Lucian didn't react much but he was smiling. His eyes, however, was something Chloe didn't notice. "What?" Barbie exclaimed.

Gloria nibbled delicately on her modest plate of sliced apples and bananas, the mere scent turning her stomach in nauseous waves—another reminder of the secret growing inside her. Plates cleared and dishwasher humming, Annabel darted to her room to stuff her backpack with crayons and a favorite doll for show-and-tell, while Lukas vanished into the master bath for his morning ritual. Gloria busied herself with lunch prep: bento boxes artfully arranged with teriyaki chicken skewers, veggie stir-fry, onigiri rice balls shaped like stars, and those special dried fruit mixes—mango slices, apricots, almonds—for mid-morning munchies.

" I could hardly believe my ears. My daughter's lunch was stolen from her, and somehow she was the one in the wrong? "Ms. Turner, the lunch my daughter brings to school belongs to her. Why should she be forced to give it to someone else? Is this how you handle things as a teacher?" I snapped. My voice boomed down the hallway, drawing the attention of all the nearby parents. Nicole seemed embarrassed, but her tone sharpened.

The next morning , as always the children distribute two boiled eggs and one steambuns filling with vegetables to everyone. Those who wants to drink warm water or warm tea can take on their own . At seven thirty the work start . Everyone starts to work faster . The children eat their breakfast happily as always they always got an extra food . At twelve , the tea water containers replace with cold lemon tea containers . Four food containers put on the table . Today , because the porridge is hot , the children didn't have to distribute the lunch , they can eat with the workers still they can get the extra .

AT 3:00am Lillian got out of her bed and walked out of her room. She suddenly felt thirsty and needed to quench it. She yawned as she walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took a bottle water and a glass cup. She poured water into the glass cup and drank it. When she was done, she kept them back and left the kitchen. She climbed up the stairs, going back to her room but stopped when she heard voices in her parents' room. She decided to move further but stopped abruptly when she heard,

Aside from that, it was also a rule established to avoid leeches to grow in the orphanage. Lili rubbed her eyes, stretching a little before going straight to the well to wash her face awake. She watched the dawn sashaying its bright raiment, the crown of light peeking from the dark clouds. This usual routine had always helped her unload a lot of her stress and worries. Taking a deep breath, she raised her sleeves, ready to start her morning kitchen duties. A battle against the little hungry stomachs. “Alright, it’s time to prepare for breakfast.”

Melissa said “Bourbon, no ice right?” Brock interjected. “Yeah but with lunch I will have a glass of red wine.” Melissa laughed. They spent the next 30 minutes, laughing and joking when Blake appeared and said “Mom said Lunch is ready. Move your asses and get something to eat.” Brock walked past him, and as Melissa went past him he whispered loud enough for only her ears.

Everyone at the the table is silent and the only sound being heard is from our forks and knives. "Maids, bring us some juice!" I shout for them to hear since they're in the kitchen because Camilla is asking for some. Most of us are used to taking milk and yoghurt after lunch, we only take juice at breakfast and maybe dinner. We continue taking our lunch and I can hear footsteps approaching and I assume it's the maid who I tasked to bring us some juice. I see her feet as she walks towards Camilla who's seated next to me and places a jar of juice on the table in front of her.

The universe, Liam decided, did not run on physics. It ran on waiting. Time had become elastic. A minute in a board meeting lasted sixty seconds. A minute in the penthouse, watching Aurora stare at the calendar, lasted a decade. It was Day 4 post-transfer. Liam stood in the kitchen, making school lunches. Peanut butter and jelly for River (crusts off). Turkey and swiss for Ethan (crusts on). A bento box of fruit and cheese for Hope (toddler chaos).