Let go of me, Young Master!

Mr. Zidane

"Are you new here?" ask someone standing behind Gea. Just put the plate to be washed, fortunately not broken because he was surprised to be busy wandering around and even some people ask without further ado first.

"Gosh, yes, I just arrived this afternoon" Gea said without looking at who he was just looking at his shadow.

"I'm asking for help, get the milk coffee taken to the room." Hearing his voice, he seemed certain that the one who was talking to him was young master Zidane.

"Well, I'll make it," Gea said gently as she lowered her head. The young master put his hand in his pocket.

Mr. Zidane immediately returned to his room to continue the work that was still neglected due to dinner with his parents earlier.

Gea turned the cup over and filled the coffee and added the creamer and then just heated the water to quickly boil.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was just Gea alone while the others had rested. Gea doesn't know where Mr Zidane's room is yet. But he tried to knock on the door of the room, hopefully it was right Mr. Zidane's room.

"Excuse me, sir," said Gea from outside the room carrying a tray of coffee with sweet creamers.

"Lake in." Fortunately, he did not miss the room, although only met this afternoon but Mr. Zidane's voice is very easy to memorize. Gea pushed the door a little bit and then the whole body went into the room and put the coffee near Mr. Zidane's desk.

Apparently Mr. Zidane is impatient to enjoy the coffee made by Gea. He immediately sipped the coffee that was still billowing. Seeing that, Gea was frightened if Mr. Zidane would be angry because the coffee is still hot.

"Sorry sir, is the coffee cold?" Of course the silly question coming out of Gea's mouth made Mr. Zidane feel surprised he even frowned.

"Isn't coffee more delicious if it's drunk when it's hot like this?" Mr. Zidan asked back. He was confused to answer how but he had never served to make coffee both his father and others, so it was natural that Gea did not know what drinking the right coffee was like.

"I don't know, Sir." He's looking embarrassed.

"You can't lie if you don't know something about coffee how to brew a drink like this?" Of course we are astonished how can delicious wong he just ngawur insert coffee and creamer origin course.

"What do you mean, sir?" It's not stupid but he doesn't know how Mr Zidane tastes and he just agreed to his employer's request.

"Do you think I believe that if you have never made coffee but brewed your coffee so steadily like this who taught you?"

"I only use the science of ngawur only," Gea replied with a slight smile.

Mr Zidane shook his head and asked for a style to come out of his room with gestures using both fingers. Gea nodded and immediately came out of her old room not forgetting she closed the door back.

After that he immediately put the tray in its place and then moved to his bed behind the kitchen. Arriving there intercepted some of his friends who were already queuing like journalists who wanted to interview someone.

"What's the matter, Ma'am?" ask Gea to her senior. Moreover, seeing that they numbered three people who were domestic assistants in this house stood in line to meet the door.

"Gea, you survived, yes."

"Yes, congratulations, why didn't it survive?" He was confused by a question from one of his colleagues.

"Mr Zidan isn't mad at you?" ask the easiest woman among the three probably the same age as Gea.

"No, he even gave me a compliment that my coffee was good." He gave the real evidence.

"What does this mean?" gea couldn't take off the hug when her partner was being too loud.

"That means you're allowed to work here."

"Did??"

"Even hah, heh, yes the sign is that you start working here tomorrow." The statement is getting unreasonable.

"Don't I work too?" Gea was still astonished by the statements of his three colleagues.

"I'm really confused, what are you guys doing?"

"That means you got accepted to work. That girl you did get called from the agent here but sometimes Mr. Zidane is not so interested in the waiter he means he likes the performance of the waiter that is." Senior Gea the elder explained so.

"Oh, that's it." Gea nodded her head in understanding.

*

Like yesterday, now Gea woke up at 05:30 and got ready to enter the kitchen. In this house has four servants whose 2 tasks are cleaning the house the other two parts are consumption or in the kitchen including Gea.

"Remember Gea if you cook here you can't use micin." Gea nodded with her senior remark even though she knew that cooking without micin was as bland as living without love.

Gea also helped cut vegetables and cook soup for breakfast this morning.

"You can just read coffee plus creamer for Mr. Zidane." As a good junior he just obeyed what his senior said.

"Remember the recipe as you made it last night because Mr. Zidane likes it." Gea fell silent really last night he forgot how big it was.

Breakfast at the Zidane family home began soon. Gea came out to bring the prepared drink first. The number of family members in this house is about 4 people.

"Good morning everyone," said the hostess as she sat at a table close to the head of the family. There was already master, young master Zidan and his sister. Gea could see the familiarity between them.

Mr Zidane's performance this morning was very exciting. Wearing a black shirt and rolled up to his elbows and hair neatly arranged with luxury pomade products of course, do not forget it looks like Mr. Zidane applied skin care to his face. He looks very fresh and clean. Several times Gea stole a look at her employer.

"If only he could be reached." So inner Gea while putting food on the table.

After the task was completed Gea immediately returned to the kitchen to carry out other work. Mr. Zidane is about to leave for his office.

"Gea, please prepare my provisions." Gea nodded happily. He took the container for provisions while smiling.

"Gea, why are you smiling so?" reprimand senior.

"No, Ma'am, who's smiling, this gatel guy's lips." Gea refused, but that was Gea's reason for not being ashamed.