Deserve Me For You

A job?

"Reply wrong... This is not my home. Cute but arrogant"

The quiet atmosphere dominated the room. There was only the sound of the tea being still hot.

Puspa is very awkward. While out there tidal rain (Sea kayak aja😂). Reda, torrenta, subside, profuse.

"Close the door, the water splashes here" said Arga

"Good." Puspa stood up to close the door. As he was about to close it, Puspa stopped and looked at Arga

"It's not better to just open the Young Master. Than to get a weird accusation from the citizens."

"Do you not understand human language? The guest is king. I said close yes on the lid" Arga snorted annoyedly

Puspa suddenly closed the door and his mind wandered around thinking the bucket-mouthed neighbor would surely scorn and gossip about him. Guests and even close the door, and 2 men and 1 woman.

"The rain is getting worse. Sucks" Grumbled Arga. The driver just smiled

"Alhamdulillah"

Arga and his driver stared at this strange girl in front of him. Puspa who feels the center of attention feels more tense. Sweat came out of his forehead

"Eee... Is something wrong with me?" Ask Puspa

" Maybe very wrong.. Ohhhh I understand.. Surely you're happy to have such an honored guest like me?" Arga smiled cunningly

"Ehhhh not so.. Any weather is to be grateful for. If there's no rain, the earth will dry up" Puspa bumbling

"Oohhh including hurricanes, typhoons, *****tough and stunami are to be grateful for."

"Errrr ituuu" Puspa scratched his non-itchy nape

"By the way, stunami falls into the weather category? I don't know fuck that."

10 Minutes passed.. The rain is still heavy. I don't know why Arga's ass is still comfortable sitting in that chair.

"Where's the bathroom?" Ask Arga ketus

"After the kitchen Young Master."

"Hm"

"Heh you're not polite huh. Should've taken me. You think this is my house that I can tell you where the bathroom is."

"Ah yes Sir sorry" Puspa stood up and walked in front of Arga while showing the direction.

"Ribet your very life. Is this what Elisha admired? I think he's gonna have eye surgery"

3 Minutes later....

Puspa was still standing near the bathroom because he did not want to get any more scolding.

"What are you doing here, peeking at me? Embarrassment."Arga left Puspa who was still standing in front of the bathroom.

"In an instant I felt this was not my home" Bathin Puspa

"The rain has subsided Young Master..." Report driver

"Yes. We home. My eyes hurt to see this narrow house." Puspa felt furious. As if he said so.. Want to taste Puspa put boiling water into the spicy mouth of Arga

"Oh yes, if you need a job, yes to renovate your narrow house, you can come to my house to work as a waitress. If you're lucky you can be my personal servant." Arga tidied up her clothes and hair

Puspa's ears widened, the job, he wanted it. But should I be a waiter?.

"Butii how can I know the Young Master's house?" Arga handed him a card containing his home address.

"Lumayan is far from here" Puspa looked at the address listed.

"Thank you Sir, Oh yes, Young Master's name?"

"Arga, just call it. Oh don't call me Young Master. Arga smiled proudly

"Oooh my name is Puspa, sir" Puspa slightly bowed politely because in front of him this is a descendant of the rich man who is free to do anything. If he is disrespectful, he could have knocked down his little house.

"It doesn't matter what your name is, and I know your name" Arga rushes out of Puspa's house but first he takes a sip of his tea.

"Thank you, sir.." Puspa lowered his head when Arga began to enter his car.

After the car disappeared from view, Puspa closed the door loudly.

"Hhuuffttt finally.. Tortured by his presence.. But this job... Do I accept it, huh? But will I be strong? no more than 1 hour with him alone has made my tension like riding it feels. Especially being a waiter at home.. Butii.. If I refuse, where do I get the money. But... Mostly but I am this. You better take a shower and eat Puspa..." Puspa monologues himself.