
Yana could not swallow her food anymore. Not because it's bad, but it's too much. Yana is also uncomfortable when eating because there are many pairs of eyes that watch her movements. Even to breathe, Yana was careful not to make a sound. It turns out that the lives of rich people are boring. His life cannot be free. Whatever his behavior will be highlighted. Yana's not used to it. Tight chest. Mind fucked.
"Sorry Miss. There's a call from the young master.."
The waiter handed the phone to Yana.
"Ah yes.."
Yana took it slowly.
"Max..Where are you now?"
Because of Max's call, Yana was able to escape from the dining table. His feet slightly away from the dining room. His steps towards the glass door that seemed to be a terrace. Yana opens the door and then exits. It turns out that place is a swimming pool. The wind blows past his smooth cheeks. Yana gets closer to the pool. At first he glanced back. Some servants followed him but did not dare to approach.
"When did you come home?"
"..."
"So I was told by the waiter that you'd be home late.."
"..."
"They treated me well Max. Don't worry, I'll wait for you to come home.."
The call was cut off unilaterally by Max. Though briefly, Max's voice is able to calm Yana down.
The pool in front of him was huge and clear. Around it there are flowers in such a way as to decorate the side of the pool. Yana's eyes were astonished. Max's house is a real laur. Besides big they seem to have everything so there is no need to leave the house.
Yana dropped her body in one of the relaxing places by the pool. The smell of flowers, the sound of birds, sunlight and the air outside the house filled his heart with new oxygen. That place made him fall in love. He was confused to spend his time waiting for Max to come home and either did what with Sek Woon. Max didn't say what he was doing now. He told me to stay home until he came home.
"When Max's parents come home.."
Dilemmas. Whether you want to meet soon or not you want to meet soon. Until his complicated thoughts have not been resolved, Yana's breathing becomes regular. His eyes closed and he fell asleep.
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Yana wakes up with a dry throat. With a staggering step Yana headed to the dining room and poured water into the glass. In one gulp the glass becomes empty. The intensity of his sleep increased. Unknowingly she fell asleep on the porch for a while.
"Is it weird to need something Miss? I'm sorry we didn't wake you up because you slept so well.."
A passenger who was serving him ate earlier approached.
"Ah I'm just thirsty.no need to worry I'm fine now.." Yana replied with her sweet smile.
"Evenings are being made by the chefs. You can wait for him for a while. Are you hungry?"
"Well what?" Just a few hours ago he ate. His stomach is still full.
What did he say? Any dinner? Yana felt unable to eat if the food was like that.
"I'm still full. Can I eat that later if I'm hungry?"
"Well.I will convey to the kitchen section for dinner to be prepared later.Call me Miss Elea. I am the butler.." Elea introduced herself then bowed in honor.
The butler? Yana almost bit her own tongue in shock. There must have been many servants so they had butlers as well. It's a really complicated household.
"Mh.. Elea.. can dinner be made simple? That was a lot of food for me.."
"According to your orders Miss. I will confirm to the kitchen.." Elea pamit then walked towards the door in the dining room. Before Elea opened the door, Yana called out softly.
"Are you going to Elea's kitchen?"
"Yes Miss.. Is there anything you want to say again?"
Elea's eyes widened.
"I'm bored. I won't interfere. I'll just look around while you're working. Can I?" Yana said expectantly.
The kitchen may not be a good place but it's a decent enough place to spend time waiting for Max to come.
"Of course it's Miss.."
The hesitant Elea immediately put aside her shock.
"Thank you.." Yana's face was beaming.
Once into the kitchen Yana was back in shock. How many people live in this house until the kitchen business is as complicated as that. Since Yana woke up she has seen no one. Max rarely tells his relatives. Sometimes his father and mother become one-way topics of conversation with Max. Let's just say Max is an only child, meaning there are only three people left. But to serve only three people if Max's here isn't this kitchen too big. The kitchen is like a kitchen in a big restaurant. What an amazing family.
Seeing Yana who was pecking at the door with Elea beside her, all the kitchen workers stopped their activities. The busy looking kitchen became careless for a moment. Like being given a cue they compact down to pay respect.
"Greetings Miss. I'm Phill the head chef here. and they're all kitchen workers.." One of the tall men introduced himself.
"Greetings Miss.." Compact sounds rumble in the kitchen.
"Oh greetings.I am Yana. please continue your work.."
"Thank you Miss.."
The kitchen is busy.
Yana spread her eyes. His eyes stopped on one man who was busy eating flour and eggs. Like a bewitch his feet stepped closer to the cake maker.
"Can I make it?"
The cake maker looked up in surprise. Yana was already standing in front of him.
"You can't Miss. Your hands can get dirty.."
"I'm fine. I just want to try. I beg you.." Yana pulled out her rabbit-eye.
The young cake-maker girl turned to Elea who was behind Yana. Seeing Elea nod she also nodded.
"Please wear an apron Miss. This flour can dirty your pretty dress.."
Yana smiled cheerfully.
"What are you going to do today?" Yana enthusiastic.
"Apple pie's.."
"It'll be delicious. Let me cut the apple while you make the base.."
Immediately Yana took out a knife and peeled off the apple peel. Elea watched Yana from a short distance away.
As Yana was busy peeling the apple and chopping it small, the interruption sound shocked everyone.
"The lady has arrived.." The voice of a floater was loud throughout the room.
All the workers immediately stopped their activities and immediately lowered their heads in respect.
A middle-aged woman stepped into the kitchen with looking eyes. So cool, Yana did not realize if there was a hostess coming in and was currently watching her.
Seriate...