The Wrong Time

Chapter 7

Since that time, I have not been out alone. When going to the market, the grandmother will ask for help from others or just go to a store near the house.

It has not been nearly two months that I have lived in this comfortable grandmother's house. My grandmother taught me how to cook properly. His soft hands are so good. Come to think of it, grandma is not too old. He has not reached sixty. His body is also very healthy. I'm sure, my grandmother gave birth at a very young age and even so did my mother.

This morning, my grandmother told me to wear nice clothes. Grandma and I will go to her old employer's house, which has a restaurant where she works as the head cook. They called Grandma back so she would work at her employer's house.

I told my grandmother she was not young anymore. They could be looking for someone else who is younger, healthier and more reliable of course. But, for some reason, her employer was clean hard expecting my grandmother to work in their home as a cook. His salary is fantastic. I was quite surprised by these rich people, they didn't care how old they were to work in their homes, while making them feel comfortable, they would keep that person even giving him a huge salary.

Grandma brought some clothes into the bag. I frowned, why did Grandma bring these clothes?

“Nek, we want to move?”

“We will stay in that house every Monday until Saturday, after which we go home. Monday we come back again, until so on,” said grandma while entering important items to be brought. That's right? I'm comfortable in Grandma's house, why go to someone else's?

“So, we work in that house?”

“Iya dear, we will work in that house. You will help grandma while cleaning young master,”

“Young master?”

“Iya, later until there you will definitely meet him.”

I just want to have fun with my grandmother. Why should we take care of others?

Finally, my grandmother and I went to the house. I wonder what that guy's house is like. They must not be too rich.

I was wrong, I was wrong! I have come to a magnificent house with a courtyard ten times the size of my house. My mouth is wide open. What dream was my grandmother called by a rich man like this? Grandma must have had a good relationship with them.

My grandmother and I entered through a special back door for the house servants here. We went into a small room for two people. Not far from this room, there is a door that leads directly to access to the kitchen. This room is reserved for the cook in this house.

we're going to meet their mistress. Grandma told me to keep quiet and just follow her.

In the living room, I had seen an old woman wearing a dress shirt to her knees in light blue. The clothes made her look so beautiful.

When she saw her grandmother coming, she immediately closed the magazine and stood up. She hugged Grandma very tightly.

“Oh, Mom, you're finally back,” he said spread a smile sheet. I wrinkled my forehead, why is this master behaving like this? What did my grandmother do until she hugged my grandmother? I thought, a rich man like him wouldn't hug anyone carelessly.

“Please sit,”

I followed Grandma while sitting on a leather sofa made of jepara wood. This chair must be very expensive.

“How are you doing Mom?”

“I'm good, Mistress.”

“Sorry I called you at times like this, you should have rested at home,” heard that, grandma immediately shook her head. I just threw a gaze at the two of them while keeping my smile safe. What kind of moment is this? I haven't felt it at all.

“It's okay Madam. I'm glad you called me,” replied granny then ducked in salute.

Suddenly, this woman saw me. Grandma knew it right away. “This is my grandson. He's the one who will help me as I told you,”. He just nodded with a smile. In fact, he didn't want to ask me my name.

“She's beautiful,” she said suddenly.

What say? I'm beautiful? Ahaha! Of course I'm beautiful!

“Alright, from today you will cook yes Mom. Do you know your room?” grandma nodded immediately. After that, she told us to go back to the kitchen and ordered one of the maids to tell grandma and me, what menu changes should grandma know. The rich are so complicated.