The Wrong Time

Chapter 8

In the kitchen, grandma was busy teaching some waiters how to serve good and right food. Grandma also taught them how to cook their Master and Madam's favorite meals. I sat at the stool bar wearing the same butler shirt as everyone else. It's boring!

Before I started to leave the kitchen, someone came up to me. He told me to clean their master's room because the part that cleaned their master's room was sick and couldn't get to work. I frowned, I wanted to reject it. But, when I saw the grandmother who also looked at me with her sweet smile, I finally followed her.

The servant led me to a room on the second floor. On heading to his room, I was amazed by the size and size of this house. On each wall there are paintings of the ancients even their urn looks very expensive.

Our feet stopped in front of a room that she said was the Madam's nursery in this house. I opened the door but my servant friend held my hand.

“Listen, sir really doesn't like his stuff being moved. Our job is to clean his room. And don't ever stare at the face of the Master, understand?”

“Indeed I'm a flirty woman who wants to snatch her own employer?” I said.

“Mm.. It is up to you. Importantly, remember my words.”

I nodded at what he said. I went into the room that he said belonged to the Master. When I entered, I was no stranger to the atmosphere of this room. But, it seems like all the rooms of rich people are like this, right?

I cleaned his room. Men's room is this mess, isn't it? They could not clean the room.

I began to arrange the scattered items. Inside this room was very empty, there was only a bed, a work desk that was not too big, a television and a closet in the corner.

In front of the television, all the trash was scattered on the floor. I started picking it up and sweeping it. God, this room is a mess. My hips hurt because I had to squat and stand up again just to pick up the trash and stuff scattered on the floor.

“You what do you do in my room?”

That sound? No stranger. I looked up and my eyes opened. I stood right in front of him. This man only wore a towel that covered the lower part of his body. His muscular and wide-field body made him look very sexy plus the water from his wet head fell to his face.

“Lo?” he raised his eyebrows. “Lo, why here?” many wonder.

“This is my home, can't be at home by yourself?” he answered and walked into the closet. I'm still in shock, I didn't expect any of this. Why do I have to see him again?

“But, right, lo?”

“Why? Looks like you're working at my house now huh?” the lyrics are cynical and then take the clothes from inside the closet. Suddenly, he opened his towel.

“Eh, what do you want?”

“Wear clothes, so? You want to keep standing there watch me change clothes?”

“Crazy lo ya!” I threw a washcloth on his body and then came out.

What the hell am I doing? Why should I be at her house? Holy hooch! Every corner of this house is no stranger to me. It turned out to be that rude guy's house. It sucks! In fact, I should work for him? Arghhh!!