Young Master's Choice

Crocodiles and Cats

'Young Master, there has really been a change since knowing Miss Dhira. Will you again find someone capable of filling the void that has long accompanied you, Mister?' Secretary Jo speaks for herself in her mind, while occasionally glancing at Hexa who is stalling a smile, focused on the phone screen in hand.

"Jo, do you like cats?" Suddenly Hexa asked with a curved corner of her lips.

"Aah?" Secretary Jo is just flustered confused. What's wrong with cats, why suddenly talk about animals?

"I'm keeping a voracious cat at home. Last night I gave him two glasses of milk and he finished it all. Do you think I've been mismanaging it?"

Whether struggling or what, Secretary Jo is confused himself. Since when did his young master like cats, all this time there was no animal in his house.

"As long as you like the cat, I don't think it's a problem, sir." Secretary Jo replied with origin.

Hexa was silent for a moment.

'Like 'em? Do I like it? No, right?'

Recollecting back when Dhira who was very happy to be given a sheet of money, his mood changed again, the corner of his lips was interested in displaying a slanted smile.

"He's just a unique toy that's sometimes annoying" he exasperated.

Secretarial Eyebrow Jo is interested while staring at Hexa.

'What else is with the young master?' his inner.

The next second, one message goes to Secretary Jo's email.

He read it with furrowed eyebrows, before long the door was knocked by someone.

Secretary Jo immediately opens it, a woman working at the company carries an invitation card and Secretary Jo accepts.

He was silent for a long time, while occasionally staring at his boss who is now focused on the computer screen.

There was a sense of unease to convey it, but he was also afraid that Hexa would question it later if she threw the invitation card away.

"What's wrong?" Hexa, who noticed the strange behavior of her subordinates, immediately asked.

"Give it to me." Hexa immediately asked him when she saw an invitation in the hands of Secretary Jo.

Johan approached and gave the invitation.

Secretary Jo can already guess, surely Hexa will not attend.

Curved lips slanted, as well as a nanar stare implied in the nose of Hexa's face when reading the invitation.

"How long has it been, now suddenly inviting me, must have had a purpose and purpose" muttered Hexa.

"I wonder what they'll do with my presence." Hexa smiled sinisterly, her gaze as if it would burn the entire contents of the room.

"Prepare a dress that is best for the woman, I will attend this most memorable event" said Hexa.

"Good, Sir." Secretary Jo bowed respectfully before he exited the Hexa room.

'What happened to the young master? Doesn't he no longer want to deal with Miss Ressa's family?' inner Secretary Jo said.

****

"Huft .. I was so full. Take breakfast and lunch, Mr. Wang." Dhira leaned against the chair while holding her full stomach, having been filled with rice as well as her comrades.

The loyal Mr. Wang waited for Dhira to eat, smiling to see his young lady enjoying the food he served.

Just this time he felt it was not in vain to prepare a lot of food, all ludes in an instant.

Rather than when his young master ate, just a few spoons, had ended it. Making Mr. Wang sometimes think whether the food does not suit the taste of the young master.

"Thank you for eating so well, miss. I'm glad you can finish the food I've prepared" replied Mr. Wang with a polite smile.

"How can I not enjoy it, Mr. Wang, your cooking is delicious like this, but if you eat with Mr. Hexa, I'm not good at being greedy before." Dhira smiled wryly while scratching his head that did not feel itchy.

Speaking of Hexa, Dhira suddenly remembered one thing.

"Aish, Mr. Wang, this is all your fault, why is cooking so good? I'm, I'm, so I forgot my job." Look, Dhira slammed Mr. Wang who had given him a good meal this afternoon.

'What's my fault, miss? You just praised my cooking, but now you blame me for all that cooking.'

It's so unfortunate to be a butler. Everything that is done is wrong, there is no point.

"I'm sorry, Miss." Mr. Wang bowed respectfully apologizing.

"Ah, there's no need to, sir, I was just talking earlier. I have to go upstairs now." Dhira immediately ran upstairs to his room.

Open the bathroom quickly. Yes, there is still a Bermuda triangle submerged in soapy water in the bathtub.

Dhira picked it up and a musty smell smelled. "Gosh, what I did, his underwear smelled soaked in soapy water all night. Why forget, anyway, Dhira?" He muttered to himself, so late to forget this one task.

Soon he washed it again, clean and until it was completely fragrant, his hands until sore just to finish one man's underwear. It was a shame that no other man had ever washed his underwear except Hexa's.

Whether it was Hexa, or Dhira who was lucky, because Hexa underwear was never another woman who washed it.

Rather than saying it was a stroke of luck, Dhira considered this a disaster for him. Who wants to be asked to wash *********** free of charge.

After washing, Dhira hangs it on the balcony of the room, he places it on the balcony fence without using a clasp.

"Finally it's over, too, time for a bath."

Dhira hums quietly in the bathroom while cleaning her body which she did not have time to clean last night.

A knocking sound suddenly sounded.

"Don't you let me take a shower?" his gerrick.

"Young Miss, there's a delivery from young master."

Dhira puffed with that voice, it must be Mr. Wang.

He hurriedly finished his ritual in the bathroom and wore a lightning-fast shirt. Open the door in a hurry. "What's up, sir?"

"Send from young master, Miss." He handed me a square box in his hand.

Dhira frowned, what other shipment he thought.

"Thank you, sir."

"Together, Miss. Excuse me." Mr. Wang lowered his head and left Dhira.

Just back in the room, suddenly his phone rings.

The most annoying name on the phone screen.

"Ish, why else, anyway?" rutuknya. Before lifting up, Dhira set her breath so that her voice sounded as natural as possible, preparing to act sweetly at the man.

"Hello, sir," he said after the call.

"Have you received the shipment?" A cold and haughty voice sounded across there.

'It's like a fortune teller, '' the inner Dhira.

"Already, sir," replied Dhira who was made as sweet as possible.

"Have you opened?"

"Not yet, Sir."

"How dare you ignore something I've sent you, tired of living?" sergeant Hexa doesn't like it.

'Hey, crocodile. The delivery just arrived, how dare to accuse me.'

It was very desirable for Dhira to shout at Hexa, but what power, he did not have the guts for everything that concerned the man.