Marrying a Mysterious Man

I'm the Host

Both of Akash's netra are now starting to focus on reading the writing on the white sheet of paper.

Sometimes he nodded his head, slowly curling his lips down. However, in the middle of the writing paragraph, he read a sentence that made him wrinkle his eyebrows until they intertwined.

There, it was written that Nashira was an idiot, and a fool.

Akash immediately threw the map in any direction, making Edwin so surprised to see it. Because, Edwin knew, if the Master had done that, then there was something wrong that might have to make Edwin repeat it again.

“Tax information!”

“Where did you get this data from?! Are you tired of working with me, to receive junk information like that!”

“Sorry, Sir. I'm sorry, I did not thoroughly filter the information, I will repeat it again, Sir,” said Edwin lowered his head in fear, with both knees already trembling.

Akash clucked in annoyance, his two neutrals staring intently at Edwin. “Don't you know what kind of person I am! I least like the work repeated twice by mistake!”

“Quickly finish, or you will be eliminated from your position!” firmly Akash folded both hands on the chest.

Edwin nodded. He knows, although Akash is often rude to him, but Akash has helped him a lot, even helping his family. So he should not have defied his superiors.

Even with his D3 graduate certificate, Edwin already feels very comfortable working with Akash, who is a big fan of his, moreover, the salary offered by Akash ten times more than he worked in others despite getting the highest position though, still the basic salary from Akash is very, very large for him.

And at times like this, Edwin does not want to lose the job he has been living for approximately 7 years. He knew he had to maximize himself to get the right information about the woman named Nashira.

“How can, an aggressive woman like her be called an idiot and a fool, even how to calculate the time of his escape he includes smart,” murmured Akash in the heart.

***

After finishing some of his work, Akash returned from his special headquarters. Before he got home, he turned his car to a clothing boutique.

“Please, Sir. Can I help you?” asked a boutique waitress with a beautiful face that was so friendly.

“Can you please find the most beautiful and beautiful dress?” akash pinta.

“Oh ready, Sir. Come with me.” They both walked into a special room where there were several mannequins wearing beautiful and beautiful dresses.

Akash saw it one by one, he considered what clothes are suitable to wear at a family meeting later tonight.

He also looked at one of the most interesting dresses of his attention compared to others. That is a sabrina dress with a style of umbrella skirt that is so neat. Gives the impression of graceful and looks more polite than other short dresses. There is even a pearl grain accent on the waist circumference. Simple, polite, and elegant. Three points that made Akash interested in buying it.

“I want this one,” said Akash pointed to the peach-colored sabrina dress.

“Good, Mr.” The woman immediately took the same new dress as in the statue. Then wrap it up for Akash.

“This, sir, the total is all $250, Sir,” said the waiter. Akash gave his debit card to the waiter. And when he finished he got back into his car, speeding above average speed, went home.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, he arrived home. Akash took his foot into his large and spacious house. He walked into Shira's room, knocked on the door and slowly turned the doorknob, which was not locked.

He peeked into the room, behind the door. But there was no one, so he went in and kept a paper bag containing the dress he bought earlier on the nightstand.

As he exited, he passed towards the kitchen door. There was something fragrant that flashed in his sense of smell. He also walked in the direction of the fragrance that made him hungry.

And when he entered the kitchen area, there was Shira who was seen hanging the apron in place.

“Hm, really fragrant, what is he cooking?” murmuring Akash in the heart.

And when Shira turned around, she was surprised to see the presence of Akash who was already standing near the table.

“Sugly driver, you're home?” ask Shira.

Akash, who heard the interrupting call from Shira, immediately raised a cold gaze at the woman.

“You saw me here ‘kan? That means I'm home!” akash replied so coldly. She made Shira cut her lips.

Akash's slightly mischievous hands, trying to reach one fried ebi furai made by Shira, presented so neatly arranged horizontally on a white plate.

“Eits! Don't take it, this is specifically for the host,” Shira said, while slapping Akash's hand to get away from the plate.

“Heh! Rice. You dare me, right?!"

"How dare? I just want to protect this food from your hands! I made all these dishes, especially for my Master," Shira replied, widening her eyes.

Akash clucked in annoyance. "I'm the host!” it's so serious.

Shira who did not believe it, laughed at hearing it. “Haha, time?!” he said softly, holding out his tongue at a glance.

“Hey, Rice! I said, I'm the host!” obviously Akash shouted a little, as Shira was busy carrying the food out, towards the dining room.

Nashira immediately turned around, casting a cynical look at the man who was still unmoved by the table.

"Hey, driver! My name is Nashira, and you should call me Shira, not Nasi!" he shouted, then resumed his steps arrogantly.

"Basic! Very presumptuous he called me driver! He thinks he's who in this house," murmured Akash so annoyed.

"Hey, stop! I said I was the host! And you must obey my orders, Rice!" akash shouted, as Shira was about to walk out the kitchen door.

“Terserah ...” Nashira shouted and disappeared behind the door.

“Basic! Watch out, if you're surprised to know who I really am!”

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