Young Master's Choice

Silence is More Scary

"You need a glass, sir?" ask Dhira.

As much as possible to be calm despite the glare of eyes so sharp waiting for him. It was like being stabbed by a knife with that stare.

"Yes" replied Secretary Jo.

'Miss, can't you just obey Mr Hexa? Why did he come here?'

Secretary Jo can only regret Dhira's endless behavior. What he did, was almost everything that his young master disliked.

It's nothing, if the pleasure of Hexa's heart is disturbed, he will bother to finish this and that, his work can double.

Dhira hesitates, but he still takes a step and approaches, with a tray of one clean glass on top.

"This is the glass, sir." Dhira put the tray on the table, of course with trembling hands.

'What a shame, has my life been cursed by heaven and earth? I don't want to be between these two people.'

Dhira continues to curse himself. Cold sweat spreads all over the body.

"Here don't they have a male servant, why come another woman?" the man in front of Hexa.

"Hey, you. Get out now, why is it still there?" against Dhira.

"Good, Sir." Glad, he was so happy that he was able to come out easily.

Uh, but. Hope is disappearing so fast.

"Back!" the call managed to stop his steps.

'Yeah, don't call me!' He cried out in his heart while closing his eyes, afraid.

"Don't hear? Don't make me say it twice." Still with such a calm tone.

"Miss, Mr. Hexa asked you to come back." Secretary Jo makes it clear.

Dhira turned body. "I, Sir?" pointing at himself. Pretending to be stupid for hoping it wasn't him who was called.

Both Hexa and Secretary Jo, they are both silent signifying that Dhira is what they mean.

Like being caught stealing something, Dhira walked very slowly with his head lowered, not daring to look at Secretary Jo let alone Hexa.

"You want me to pour my own water? Then what's your job here?" hexa's words were as calm as the moon but her eyes were as hot as embers.

"Good, Sir. I'll pour it." Without him knowing that it wasn't him that Hexa was talking to, the man instead stood bent over pouring the soda drink in the clean glass that Dhira had brought just now.

"Did Mr. Hexa allow you to touch his glass?"

As soon as the man's hand stopped from his activity, now a frightening look of eyes was scouting him from close range.

"Didn't Mr Hexa dislike a woman touching something she's about to touch?" the answer is chaos, as well as panic that increasingly attacks to the crown.

"If you haven't investigated in detail about Mr. Hexa, it's best to say your intention to cooperate with him, you're wasting your time."

Secretary Jo keeps both hands behind her body, standing straight with a face that seems to want to destroy the entire room.

Yes it is, besides Secretary Jo where dare to speak rudely let alone presumptuous towards women who clearly got more attention from his young master. Find her dead name if she dares to scare Dhira with her true nature.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir. I promise not to repeat the same mistake, I will replace the glass with a new one again." He rushed to get the glass he had just filled, wanting to replace it with a new one.

"Quite, you're making me dizzy. Put the glass down and take your proposal, I'm not interested." Hexa throws the map in her hand on the table, the look of a huffed face indicates she does not like noise.

"But, Sir." The man's face turned unpleasant, he had promised the superior to get the signature of the cooperation contract with Hexa, he could not go home empty-handed, he said, now his position has become a bet if he does not succeed.

"Give me a chance once more, Sir," pleaded with him in a clear manner.

"Bring our guest out with honor, Jo," Hexa ordered while leaning her head against the body of the sofa, with her eyes tightly shut.

"Sir, I beg you." Now he moved to Sekertaris Jo.

"Let's get out, sir." Secretary Jo stretches out her hands, with smiling lips. Even Dhira knew that the smile was so fake, Secretary Jo was also in a state of displeasure at the moment.

After Secretary Jo came out with the man, now in the room there are only Dhira and Hexa.

Dhira was unceasingly praying and asking for help through his deepest heart. Now he is alone with the man, all the bad possibilities can happen while no one is watching.

Slowly Dhira slightly raised his head to look at the man who was still leaning on the sofa, his eyes were also still closed, not making any sound at all.

The more there was no sound in the room, the more Dhira was afraid to breathe, even the sound of his breathing could make Hexa's heart more riled up.

'Ahhh! I just want to hide in the crab hole, it seems like even crabs have more feelings than this man in front of me.' Pekiknya through a broken heart.

Increasingly, Dhira instead felt used to it, but instead felt more and more afraid of facing this expressionless man before her.

'Ahh, why doesn't he make a sound? Does he not think that his silence is much scarier than when he is angry?' While continuing to squeeze the skirt until it looks tangled.

Shortly after, Secretary Jo returned to the room.

"You've already cleaned it up?" hexa asked still with her eyes closed, if she did not make a sound, maybe Dhira would think that the man was asleep.

"Here you go, sir."

Hexa opened her eyes, glancing at Dhira with an intimidating look, as if telling Dhira, next you are the one I will clear up. So caught by Dhira.

Hexa completely walked out of the room without saying anything to Dhira.

However, Secretary Jo was still standing there staring at her young miss.

"I don't expect you to forget the message I said this morning, Miss."

"I'm sorry."

Secretary Jo bowed respectfully and then passed leaving Dhira still in the room.

Somewhat like getting a short-flow electric shock, Dhira kept freezing throughout the running drama just now. He had just rushed out after the two men had vanished from his sight.

"Death to me, it turns out they recognize me, so why not talk from earlier? It makes me hard," said Dhira as he walked quickly to the dressing room, he had to be lightning fast, had to be home before Hexa got there first.

As soon as Secretary Jo's message that he still remembers, it even reaches outside his head.