I Love You Young Master

Chapter 35 | Eat Together

Wihh.. Somebody asked for a double up, right?

Tadaa.. Ay taguin! Sorry malem, but from the morning. Sleeping off, wkwkwkwk..

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Tomorrow also comes. The day that Reva really waited for since yesterday. So impatient, the woman with two children had prepared the best breakfast menu using her own two hands.

The chefs and waiters who saw were amazed. Usually this mistress of theirs was strictly forbidden to the kitchen by the great master because Reva had once scratched a knife. However, just for the sake of welcoming the arrival of Aqilla—, which he said was a prospective son-in-law of Robert also Reva—, a pair of husband and wife was willing to intervene alone.

“Mrs Big,” call one of the waiters with breathless breath.

Reva. “Why?”

“Young lady has arrived in front.”

Smiling brightly. Reva rushed out of the mansion, approaching Aqilla who had arrived. The young mistress calls Jessie pinning because she believes that sooner or later Aqilla will become her sister-in-law.

“What is this?” robert asked astonishedly to see the servants of the mansion flocking out. Jessie and Rayhan who were next to Robert were also made to not understand.

“Young miss—I mean, Miss Aqilla has already arrived in front, Big Lord. The big madam is now welcoming him,” replied one of the maids with bowed head.

Robert's faint smile rose instantly. Same with Rayhan. It is different from Jessie. The three followed out of the mansion, wanting to greet Aqilla as well.

“Welcome to Mami's mansion, Honey,” said Reva welcomed the presence of the guest. Robert, Rayhan, and Jessie nodded alongside Reva.

Aqilla stood awkwardly in her casual suit. It's beyond expectations. He thought, this was just an unofficial joint meal. But, why is the reception already like receiving an official?

“You are wrong, Mistress,” Aqilla said seriously.

“Eh, wrong?” para Reva did not understand.

“It should be like this.” Aqilla approached, continued to grab Reva's hand and regret it. “Assalamualaikum, Mistress.”

If Reva knew, Robert, Rayhan, and Jessie were stunned. They smiled when they saw Aqilla's successful small treatment touching their hearts. Just a salim, but believe me, Robert and Reva are very rarely treated like that.

The whole family religion of Refalino is Islam. However, their faith has weakened since the incident many years ago. The day the Refalino family underwent such a big change, especially for Rayhan.

Aqilla took turns saluting Robert. For Rayhan and Jessie, the woman just shook hands.

“Come in, Son,” invite Reva to embrace Aqilla's shoulder.

Aqilla's glowing eyes examined the interior of the mansion, not much change turned out. Last time he was here was driving a drunk Rayhan, wasn't he?

Aqilla's beads sparkled happily watching the rows of food on the dining table. He clapped his hands, happy not to play because his struggle did not have breakfast this morning to fruition. Aqilla ate big!!

Reva giggled amusedly. It was easy enough to make Aqilla happy apparently. Not with a pile of jewelry or sheets of money, just with a serving of various food menus, it is more than enough.

“Sit here.” Reva pulls out a chair for Aqilla, right next to Rayhan.

Aqilla who was given a service like this even became clumsy. Moreover, the one serving Grand Madam Refalino alone. Obviously Aqilla is uncomfortable, lah! Reva is older, you know.

“Astagfirullah, Mistress. It should be me who serves you, why go back this way?” aqilla protest with the rest of her embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Reva still doesn't care. Rayhan's mother continued to insist on giving the best meal for Aqilla. In fact, Reva had unhesitatingly brought Aqilla some food.

After a pretty brain draining bickering, the breakfast show begins. Trust me, the family of Refalino to be willing to hold the hunger to be able to eat food with prospective members of their new family.

Hadehh, they are very confident, anyway, with their own assumptions.

After breakfast, Aqilla was invited to the living room. They chatted casually there. Every now and then Aqilla glanced at Rayhan who was staring at her blatantly. I don't know what he meant, what was certain was that the look in the man's eyes was completely washed away.

“Where do your kids go to school, honey?” ask Reva.

“Em. in International School Trends, Mistress.”

Robert widened his eyes. “Wah, really? Isn't that an international school?”

Aqilla. “I registered them there because my children do not want to enter Kindergarten, Big Lord.”

“Lho? Why, Sis?” wonder Jessie.

Rayhan clucked in admiration. “What class are they in now?”

“Class 6 primary school, they are 6 years old too, sih.”

Robert, Reva, Rayhan, and Jessie gawk on the spot. It's hard to believe. 6 Years old, but 6th grade anyway? How many digits of the IQ of the twins, anyway? Why is it that smart?

The next topic discussed the lives of Aqilla and the twins. Although it was a bit uncomfortable to ask such personal questions, Aqilla still replied. It's not even polite to avoid.

“Excuse me, Mistress, Sir, I brought—akh!”

The waiter who came with the drink tray screamed in shock as his feet were entangled in the carpet. Trays are carried by the bell, and the glass containing the juice on it is spilled.

Falling right on Aqilla's body at the foot.

“Aqilla!” tekik Rayhan saw Aqilla slightly doused in juice.

Aqilla stood up quickly, glancing resignedly towards her wet clothes filled with stains. “Yahh.

The waiter immediately gathered—more adding to Aqilla's panic. “I'm sorry, Miss. I accidentally, forgive me.”

Aqilla could see the female servant's body trembling in fear. It seems like he feels his profession is endangered. Though, right, Aqilla was just silent.

“You! What the fuck?! Why aren't you careful, huh?!” exclaim Reva angry. Face until visible. He did not want to because of the behavior of this servant, his efforts to attract the attention of Aqilla so hampered.

Rayhan ran inside the guest room—because the room was on the lower floor closest to the living room. He brought a towel to remove the juice stain on Aqilla's clothes, but it was immediately prevented. Did Aqilla let the young master fumble his body?

I've never been, anyway, until it became a leak. But that doesn't mean it's repeated, either.

“Young Master, let me just.” Aqilla tries to take over the towel from Rayhan's hand. Luckily the man complied and let Aqilla clean herself up.

“Aibi! Why is Aunt so careless, anyway?” sahut Rayhan wrathful. The next sentence is to be written. However, the rubbing on Rayhan's arm made the man turn his head and fall silent.

“Already, Young Master, I'm fine,” said Aqilla pacifying Rayhan.

Rayhan's eyes changed drastically. The man shone a meaningful light on Aqilla's hand perched on her arm. Seriously, here! Rayhan's heart is pounding!

Aqilla cleared her throat awkwardly realizing the whereabouts of her hand. He pulled her slowly, moving his eyes away.

Reva and Robert smiled happily at that. Aqilla's timid attitude really attracted attention.

“Puni me, Young Master. I accidentally,” said the waiter with a teary face. He's really scared now. Only this job he could do because he did not have a High School diploma. If he loses, the servant does not know what to do for the sake of his son at home.

“Yes, it's okay, Bi. Go,” tell Aqilla.

The waiter hurriedly bowed respectfully, then waltzed off to the kitchen to pick up the cleaning tools. He was lucky because his young mistress candidate was big-hearted, willing to forgive this mistake—which is quite fatal.

“You forgive him, Honey?” ask Reva.

Aqilla smiled. “Iya, Mistress. The waiter was unintentional. As a fellow human being, I know that every human being will not escape error. Let it go, Madam. I have no problem.”

Aih! In that case, I'd rather agree that this woman is married to my son.

Robert was happy. Really a dream daughter-in-law, he thought.

“Keep outfits Brother how?” asked Jessie who witnessed the huge stain on Aqilla's clothes.

“Ya just change clothes, keep washing, Miss,” replied Aqilla plain.

Jessie even laughed at hearing that selugu tone. So did Rayhan who chuckled. The man pressed Aqilla's head in agitation. The owner of the head glared in annoyance, pulling Rayhan's hand from his head.

Drrt...

Aqilla glanced at her flashing phone. His hand grabbed the flat object. His lips curled up to see who the caller was. “Assalamualaikum, Boy.”

“Waikumsalam, Mom. Mommy where?”

Aqilla glanced towards Rayhan who was looking at her with her eyebrows raised next door. “Mommy at home friend, Boy. Why?”

“Jovin accident—”

“WHAT?!” pekik Aqilla was shocked. Eyes rounded. “JOVIN ACCIDENT?!”

^^^To be continuous...^^^