Pregnant Child From My Stepdaughter

Job Offers

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...HAPPY READING ♥...

"Sorry miss you are okay? "

"My phone fell off and was about to pick it up sorry I didn't look forward" the man continued.

Imelda regained her senses and she let go of her hand covering her head, seen a man standing tall nearby and holding her shoulder.

"Ah yes sorry my mistake was also the original crossing earlier"

"We are equally guilty"

"Include me Emir alvaro, call me Emir" said the man, extending his hand as he met the little girl.

"Ah yes, I am imelda" said the girl to return the man's hand.

"Just imelda? "

"Salsabila"

"Oooh, where are you going to take me"

"I'm looking for a job, sir"

"Don't hesitate don't call master, just call name"

"emmm, okay, emir"

"Well doesn't it sound better" said the emir with a smile.

"But it seems you. "imelda did not continue her words because she felt bad if she had to say it even though it was a fact.

"Away from your age"

"Emm yes sorry"

"hahaha, just relax don't hesitate to say it. Get in my car, I have a job offer for you if you want"

"Really, thank you"

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After the two entered the car the atmosphere was a little awkward because they were alone in the car in the closed room. The Emir cleared his throat to neutralize the atmosphere.

"You just graduated ?" The Emir asked the girl sitting next to him.

"Yes only 3 days ago I graduated SMK" replied imelda enthusiastically.

"Are you not interested in going to college first, just working? "

"I will indeed go to college, thanks to scholarships because of my ingenuity even I have been accepted but I also have to work for the needs of my life" said Imelda with her head bowed.

"Where are your parents ?"

"They're gone, if you were a year ago and you were 3 days old, exactly when my graduation day came" she said with tears streaming down. Emir felt unbearable, he handed a tissue to the poor girl.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, and I'm so sorry for your parents"

"Have not cried, I'll give you a job offer." Emir paused his words but he desperately needed someone to cook at his house. Because her old house assistant returned to her hometown to care for her husband who had a stroke and will not return again because she decided to settle in her village. Actually a few days ago he recruited a housekeeper but his cooking did not match his tongue. So he just made a housekeeper not by cooking. And to date he has not gotten a cook that matches his tongue. Although not sure with this little girl can cook or not but somehow he was curious. "If you can cook and be willing to be a cook in my house, I'll give you a chef's salary at a fancy restaurant. Hows it? "

"I can cook, where are we going to test my cooking ?" Speak imelda with enthusiasm and a smile that thrives.

"But can you cook it later to adjust my school hours? "

"You can cook it before you go to college. Including if you're going in the afternoon or the afternoon because I'm having lunch at home"

"Yes well I understand, thank you" said imelda sincerely. Although it is hard to live a life without his parents but he must be strong in order to realize the wishes of his parents who are gone.

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Without feeling the car they drive has arrived at the emir's residence. Imelda was surprised to see a house that like a palace is very large and even luxurious. Imelda was amazed to not hear the emir who had opened the car door for her and called her name repeatedly, until there was no courage from where the emir scrambled the girl's hair until he woke the girl from his admiration. Imelda smiled clumsyly as she realized her excessive self to the point of making her cheeks glow red with embarrassment.

"Emm sorry, I just have never seen a house as big and luxurious as this" said imelda by scratching her nape that does not itch.

"Hahaha you're funny, I don't mind. Let's go in"

"Good sir"

"Why again sir ?"

"Aren't you going to be my boss soon !?"

"Don't overdo it, just call it names"

"Don't be like that I feel bad cooking I call my boss's name by name, what the other word will be"

"Well, it's up to you and it's as happy as you are"

"Hmm thank you"

They stepped together to enter the house, as a middle-aged woman opened the door for her. Imelda greeted the woman kindly and in reply was no less friendly by the middle-aged woman. Then they get acquainted, after which the emir invites imelda to go around showing every room in the house including his private room if later he will ask for a menu to be delivered to his room. Now they had reached the kitchen and the emir was waiting for the imelda who was cooking it, at the dinner table watching the girl.

"Beautiful, she is also unique" murmured the emir inwardly.

"Aiisssh I am why" said the emir, shaking his head slowly to dispel the strange thoughts that had just appeared. Imelda who saw it was astonished then she ventured to ask.

"Master why? Sir is sick ?" Ask Imelda who is located not far from the dining table and see what the emir is doing.

"eh that emm say.a is okay, just continue cooking"

"Yes sir"

The Emir cursed himself how he felt nervous and misbehaved when the girl noticed him. Not once did he feel nervous except for his late wife first but there was no way he would like the girl. Moreover, it is a snot child who may be almost the same age as his son who is currently studying abroad.

After waiting now Imelda comes with a few food menus, there are potatoes, vegetables and salty vegetables typical Indonesian cuisine is simple but able to upload tastes. Impatiently the emir took the side dishes one by one so he remembered with his late wife who used to also cook these three menus and he only realized that he had not eaten this menu exactly for a long time like his wife used to cook.

"I'm sorry I cook Indonesian food because I don't know foreign cuisine"

"I don't care, besides I've been in Indonesia for a long time, although I still often go back and forth to Turkey or other countries when I run a business trip. And I love Indonesian cuisine, my wife used to love cooking Indonesian food because she was native Indonesian"

"Oh yes where is your wife ? since the tour earlier I did not see it" said Imelda who circulated her gaze to the entire room that was affordable by her eyes.

"emmm my wife died giving birth to our baby maybe 15 years ago and our son is studying outside"

"Sorry" great-grandson Imelda. Only that word was able to come out of her little mouth.

"No problem"

"Taste you good I like it a lot and it fits on my tongue. You're welcome and you have to stay here"

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I'm sorry I'm up a chapter one because I don't like the hoard, what kind of streak is wkwkkkkk

Thanks for reading ♥