I got to the room’s door and knocked. He told me to come inside, and then I asked, “Where should I keep it for you, baby?”
Robert said, “Put it on the table. Let me finish my work, then I will drink it, okay?”
Then I stood in the room waiting for him to drink the orange juice. He then said to me, “You can go back upstairs and take care of your daughter.”
I replied, “Don’t worry, I will stay here. My daughter is still asleep, don’t worry, baby.”
He said, “Okay,” and continued his work. A few minutes later, he finished his work, and while he was trying to close his laptop, his hands pushed the cup to the ground, and the juice poured out.
I screamed, “Oh s**t!”
He rushed immediately and took a mop while I stood there, feeling disappointed and angry because my plan didn’t work.
He said,
