"It is not possible, Jazzie. You know that Stacey will scold the both of us," Ken said.
"Please. Just three days," I pleaded as I pulled his arm.
Maybe he already checked out.
We are here in the staff's room where we can rest or relax.
"What is the problem that you don't want to accept your duty now?" he frowned curiously.
I stopped and looked away. I had been begging Ken for almost ten minutes to take care of the room which was given to me by our supervisor.
"I am just not feeling well so I need to rest for few days," I excused myself.
"Well, you do seem okay, I guess" Ken immediately said then felt my temperature on my forehead.
I began to tantrum and clung to his arm like a child. "Please?"
He sighed and combed his hair. "Just for one day, Jazzie. I still can't be tomorrow. We’
