Married To Chef Jutek

Handing Melati over to Arjuna

Six months before ....

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"Sir, I beg ... lend me the money. My husband is seriously ill, I watch Mr.'s show every day on television. Please sir, I know you are a good man. Even though the family money has been collected, the results are not enough. I beg you Sir!" A middle-aged woman sits at the feet of Arjuna Delendra, a famous chef who is often televised.

The mother told the story, she had been talking to chef Arjuna for a long time. She confided at length with tears about her husband. Even though some bodyguards tried to let go of Mom's hand, she still held firmly at Arjuna's feet.

The mother suddenly emerged from the crowd, thus overwhelming everyone. In front of all the crowded audience at the event that afternoon, many paparazzi perpetuate the moment.

Chef Juna was confused, maybe if not this crowded or quiet atmosphere without paparazzi he could drive the mother away. But, this also concerned his good name, so he had to be careful in behaving.

"I'm sorry, my Master is late" said someone.

Slightly panting the woman for running around, she also showed a guilty look. Arjuna gestured for his assistant to help release the begging mother at his feet.

Then the assistant tried to release the middle-aged woman's hand grip that had been begging her employer.

"Sort this problem quickly!" Chef Juna said softly with eyes glaring at his assistant, Gilsa.

"Yes, sir," he said steadily with his head nodding obediently.

After quite a long time finally the middle-aged woman's hand grip was successfully removed. The assistant and some bodyguards took him to a quiet place. The whispers of the crowd began to sound.

"I'm sorry for all this," the host told everyone, then walked up to Arjuna "I'm sorry for us, sir." The host apologized for feeling guilty.

"It's okay, it's just an unexpected event. Continue the question," said Arjuna, trying to smile as warmly as possible. Even though his heart was not overbearing over this event.

***

"Why are you so desperate to meet Mr. Arjuna in the middle of his show?" ask Gilsa to investigate.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was forced, my husband was very sick, the lymph node doctor said. We can't do much. All the families had been put together to take him to a nice and expensive hospital, but the money raised was still not enough. Forgive me huhuhu .. huhuhu ... " Jamila's mother roared, wiping away the tears with her collar. He's exactly like a kid.

"Why should Chef Arjuna, aren't there many other artists in this Capital City?"

"Because I love him, every time I see him cooking I always dream of meeting him in person. I think because I'm a loyal fan of his, he'll help me."

Gilsa took a deep breath hearing his confession.

"So how, Miss Gilsa? Should we kick this mother out?"

"A lot of paparazzi outside, will spread bad news later. Wait until the show is over and we also need to say this to Mr. Arjuna."

"Okay, Miss Gilsa."

'Oh my goodness, this mother, she does not know how Mr. Arjuna.' Gilsa glanced at Jamila's mother who was still crying a mouthful.

***

"So what do you think I should do?" arjuna asked Gilsa after hearing his words.

"Photos and vidio are already scattered sir. There must be many who are curious, whether you help the Mother or not. I think in order to keep Mr's name good, we have to help him."

"Oahh!! Just make trouble! Where is that woman?"

"In the next room. Can I bring it here?"

"Yes, but make sure he doesn't touch me. These pants had to be washed many times because they were touched by him."

"I'll make sure he keeps his distance from you, sir."

"Good!"

Then Gilsa passed. Arjuna massaged his forehead with an upset heart. Never thought about this incident.

After waiting for a while finally his assistant came along with the middle-aged woman. Arjuna pretended to smile.

"I'll help, you," he said with a forced smile.

Ms. Jamila looked at Arjuna with a face of incredulity, she was about to stand up and throw her arms around Arjuna, but Gilsa deftly caught her body.

"No need to overdo it, Mother. Mr. Arjuna is not feeling well. He's allergic to being touched by people carelessly." While Arjuna, already scared that the mother will embrace him.

"Oh, like that. I'm sorry, I'm too excited. Then, as a thank you, I will leave my son, his name is Melati. He will do all the needs of Mr. Arjuna. He won't fuck around, sir. I sent it to you as my thanks."

Arjuna's eyes gnawed several times. He really felt troubled by this one mother. Arjuna glared at Gilsa, His assistant understood and explained.

"Mother, Mr. Arjuna is a good man. He doesn't need a thank you like that. As long as your husband is healthy, he is happy."

"No! I do not want to accept this kindness for free, what if one day Mr. Arjuna considers it a debt. I don't want to be like that. Anyway I will send my son to be a maid in Mr. Arjuna's house. Don't get paid, what's important is to be fed, let's just say, that's how we thank you."

Arjuna looked away, he took a deep breath. He was really upset and felt troubled.

'Why should I meet this woman! I'd better not have any fans, I've got to stay on top of that girl. What's-her-name? Jasmine? Ah, surely the peace of my life will be disturbed.' Arjuna gnashing, lazy.

Then the eyes closed, dampening the emotions that began to rise to the head.

"How, Master?" ask Gilsa.

Arjuna tried to smile. While Jamila stared expectantly.

'Hahahaha, actually my goal is to have Melati in her house. How can I take him. Could be more wasteful if I brought it. With Melati left, I don't have to transfer money for her meal. Jasmine can eat and sleep well there. May Lord Juna accept,'

Bu Jamila's laughter was deep in heart, but the look on her face was reassuringly sad.

The face of Jamila's mother shone. The woman took a breath of Lega, finally she could leave Melati on her puja chef.

'May you come home from there later, Melati so famous, pinter cook and ketengangikan a lot of money. Hihihihi, 'Mum Jamila laughed wickedly with her face bowed deeply, hiding her happy look.

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In that room Arjuna was already impatiently waiting for the girl to come out of the bathroom. He was just happy to see them tormented over his pranks.

"Hey, GERMS! can't you get here any faster?" loud shouting.

Jasmine came out of the bathroom, her hair wet. With a flat face he rubbed a towel on the head.

"I'm just done, sir. Sorry, long time ago" he said.

Arjuna looked at it. Jasmine out in easy red pajamas. Her lips were fresh and wet. Arjuna swallowed his saliva several times.

'Why does this Master keep looking at me? is he so fascinated with me? Until his eyes bulged like that?

"Cut off my toenails, quick?!"

Jasmine hung up her towel, then stepped closer to Arjuna. He opened the nightstand drawer and took something to cut his master's nails. Slowly he sat at the end of the bed, holding Arjuna's long fingers.

"Let's go, look at your hands!" his orders.

"Why, Master?"

"Here, hurry!"

Jasmine hurriedly showed her hand to Arjuna. Arjuna carefully examined each curve of jasmine fingers.

"How many times have you washed your hands? Make sure your hands are clean and hygienic before touching my feet."

Jasmine eyes glancing, lazy.

'yeah! He could have said that. Whatdoyouwant? Heyy Sir! Tell me what you want? You asked me to come closer, cut your nails, but now you doubt the cleanliness of my hands. Goddamnit!'

Melati averted her eyes, her eyes glistening showing annoyance.

"Why? You mad? You're getting brave, huh?"

Arjuna, straightening his back, pushed his forehead jasmine with the tip of his index finger.

"No, Mister. I'm happy, you're so attentive to the cleanliness of my hands."

"Wash your hands!" Jasmine inched down, then repeatedly washed her hands in the bathroom.

'Ahayy, what a funny look on his face. You think you can live quietly now? Uh, but she's pretty too yeah, after some thought.' Arjuna held back his smile.

Finished cleaning all his hands jasmine back sitting at the end of the bed. Cut Arjuna's nails painstakingly and carefully. While Arjuna chose to fold his hands up, making both palms as a substitute for a pillow. Eyes closed.

Occasionally jasmine glanced cynically towards Arjuna. A vow came out of his heart. A subtle snoring rang out, it seemed like Arjuna had fallen asleep. Slowly jasmine got out of bed, then laid her body on the sofa. Really he felt tired all day, after the event Ijab kabul wanted him to go to sleep immediately. But, as usual Arjuna pranks him first.

Old Melati daydreamed, thinking about her future life. Why is Mr. Arjuna so cruel to me. Don't you pity me? All sorts of conjectures swirled in the girl's brain. Until without knowing it, he fell asleep.

***

Everyone was already sitting at the dining table, there was Aunt Dinda and her son sitting together there. They have lived in Arjuna's house for a long time. Aunt Dinda left her husband for granted, because of financial difficulties they begged to be allowed to stay with Arjuna.

Dewi, the son of Aunt Dinda, has been disturbed since Melati lived here. The Goddess hated Melati so much. To him Melati is just a prankster in this house. All dishes are available at the dining table. As always before eating Arjuna will taste all the dishes first. He hired a special chef in the house. He does not want to eat carelessly.

"Flower," he called. The woman approached immediately.

"The taste of this dish is quite bland, next time you can add a little salt. For this one, the meat is undercooked. Next time boil it a little long." Flowers are polite.

"Sir Gus. Today please take Melati to the dance course." Jasmine's eyes are rounded. "I know, you used to teach kids how to dance?"

"Sir, you know where?"

"It's none of your business! Quickly I want to eat. Get it!" Jasmine stood up, took out a plate and filled it with food.

When he took his own plate. Arjuna.

"What's that plate for?"

"To eat me, sir."

"Can't! You should eat after I eat. Eat should be my former plate!" Melati sat back down. Waiting for Arjuna to eat. His stomach was already rumbling. While Aunt Dinda and Dewi laughed satisfiedly.

'Spawn!! I swear you sir, may you meet a gorilla on the road, and the gorilla rips your body to shreds.'

"You said something?" Arjuna wiped his lips with the tissue available on the table.

"No, Sir."

"Oh, yes, I have. Here, eat!" Arjuna thrust out his old dinner plate.

With a thrashing heart Melati took it.

"You don't want to eat on the same plate as me?"

"Of course you will, it's an honor!"

A line of smiles was engraved on Arjuna's thin lips. His heart was very satisfied with Melati.