Find Me in 1000 Years

Servant maid

"I'll release the girl when you're done with your job."

"But ... Why should I?"

The man smiled broadly. He tidied up his suit. "Because I believe, you will definitely do your job well." He then set his eyes on his men. "Come, close her eyes again and take her there."

"Okay, boss," said the boy.

"Remember, you've registered as the new servant there. Don't let you disappoint me who has painstakingly killed a servant there" said the man in a heavy voice without guilt.

Ken couldn't do anything about it when his eyes were closed and taken away. This man is able to do anything for his ambition, even taking the lives of people at once. I better not be rash to face it. Is this an organization, or an ambition of its owner that I don't know why? I don't know.

With the trip taking about 15 minutes, the car then stopped. The blindfold and the ties of his hands were then opened. "Try taking off your outerwear" said the man who untied him.

Ken according. He took off the clothes of the Arabs who had overheated him. After that the car moved across the road. In front of him, a large and magnificent mansion resembled a palace with a vast and beautiful garden. The car parked near the entrance.

He then went down with the man and came to the front door. After pressing the bell, someone came to open the door. A young woman in servant clothes appeared from behind the door.

"Can I meet the butler? I brought the waiter he asked for" said the man who brought Ken.

The woman glanced at the Japanese man and returned to the man. "Well, a minute."

It didn't take long, the other waiter came. From his face that was no longer young, it was seen that he was quite senior because he was polite and firm. "Will he work well?" He doubts Ken because of his unusual oriental face. He did ask for a clean-faced waitress but he did not expect to be offered an Asian. "Is he Chinese? Can you speak English?"

"He's Chinese and can speak English fluently."

Ken glanced at the bule man who was carrying him. Chinese guy? Are all Asians in the world Chinese? Very narrow knowledge of this person, his mind is upset.

"All right, but where's the stuff?" The woman saw the Japanese man who was not carrying a bag at all.

"Oh, the bag is missing. It'll be sent later, "let's that bule man.

"Mmh, so. Ok. I received it first. Send her things immediately."

"Okay, we'll do it." The man then resigned.

Ken was then brought in by the woman.

While locking the door, the woman nagged. "Why does your body smell like it just came out of the market, mmh?" He frowned.

Ken tried to smell his body. Of course, his body odor was a little stinging because he ran away in layered clothes, after which he also traveled far. "Sorry." Only that word could come out of his mouth while bowed.

The man was taken to a room of medium size, with a window facing the garden with his own bathroom inside. Comfortable single bed with a sturdy wooden wardrobe, also with the addition of a small table with a chair. It's a nice room for just a waiter! "This is your room. Wait a minute, I'll get you your maid's clothes." The woman then left.

Ken looked at the room with pleasure. Though he had intended to rent a room but now he can live with a comfortable room. At least this little happiness could comfort him. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and remembered the girl again.

I'm sorry, Mira, my efforts didn't work, but at least no one dared to harm you at this time. However, the man still felt guilty for not being able to defend him. They even got caught both. It made his heart sad.

Before long the woman came knocking on the door. He gave Ken 2 pairs of maid clothes. "You need to shower and put on these clothes because you have to start working today. Come to the kitchen, you're done getting dressed."

"Good uh ...." The man glanced at the woman.

"Mother Head."

"Mother Head" repeated Ken.

"Ok, I don't like waiting." The woman came out without a stale ado.

The Chief Mother immediately saw Ken and called him. "Here," he called out by hand.

Ken half ran to him. The woman watched the man from bottom to top, his appearance.

"Is something wrong?" ask the man innocently.

"No. You're a little different from the rest of the Chinese."

"Different? Meanin?"

"The Chinese are serious-faced, but act relaxed."

"Then me?"

"You're stiff but plain-faced like a kid."

Most of the people there who are women laugh listening to the woman's comments.

Ken was a little upset because he was not a child anymore but considered to have an immature face, but he tried to be grateful. Good thing he didn't mention I had a stupid face like everyone else. He held his mouth that almost frowned, considering the state of Mira who was still being held hostage.

"But you're fit to be the waiter at the dinner table. The waiter at the dinner table needs a stiff like you."

Whether it's a compliment or not but Ken is trying to think positively by trying to work his best there.

"But you have to know Table Manner (the way to eat) and how to serve the people who eat at the dinner table. Do you know that?"

"Eh, no," Ken replied honestly.

"Yes, I can see from your face."

Some of the women in the kitchen smiled at him. Start Ken learning from the woman how to serve guests at the dinner table and it's very difficult as it turns out, not as it seems.

Especially the Table Manner that the woman was talking about. He must remember which soup spoon, tablespoon, and spoon to eat dessert. Then the attitude of the body when pouring Champagne, serving food in front of guests, or when talking to guests or homeowners. He did not know that there were so many rules. And sure enough, his body attitude as a Japanese person helped him a lot to understand this job.

"The trial is over, Chief Mother," the Chief Chef said.

The dish in question, was neatly arranged on the large table. It looks like the dish is decorated in such a way that it is beautiful and classy.

"Ok, now, Danzo, Goras and Ken. You serve this dinner on the dinner table," said Chief Mother.

"What?" Ken's surprised.

"I told you that you're going to start working today." The woman reminded with a firm tone of voice.

The man did not dare to speak anymore. He should be able to, can't not. But he just learned it.

"Ramira and Ifanez. You also helped them serve food there."

"Okay, Chief Mother" said the two young women.

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