Daddy Sugar
Duka
In the library room.
“I've been looking for you for a long time. You're finally mine.” A middle-aged man had just seen his men carrying a girl from behind a library window.
Knock knock knock.
“Excuse me, may I enter, Mr?”
“Enter. Bring me some good news.”
Looked a tall burly man with a casual t-shirt with a material dress facing the window while reading a book.
“Iya, Milord.”
“You've met him?” A 50-year-old man still reads books without seeing his interlocutor.
“Already, Mr.”
“How?” He put the book back in its place, then finger it down the line of books. His eyes read the titles one by one looking for the other books from the storage shelf.
“Physically similar to his father, but to his ability it seems he inherited his mother's talent.”
The man in white clothes smiled happily at one of his students.
“Are you going to see him, my lord?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. Is there anything you need again, Mister?”
“Nothing. You can go.”
The young man in black clothes came out of the room after kissing the man's hand. He left her alone in the library.
“Wait!”
The young man stopped his steps. The sweat started to drip. He was afraid to make a mistake and be known by his master.
“A-what's up, Mister?”
“Help him get ready. Tonight the hunt will begin.”
“What?!” Turn the body quickly. “That's fast ‘kah? You're not afraid to lose her like you lost Cat. le-ya.” Swallow.
The man called Master earlier stopped reading the book and glanced at him.
“Ah, forgive me, Sir. I mean, shouldn't he be studying in school first? Like children his age. Until he is completely ready to be parachuted into the field.”
“No! I want to see the extent of his instinctive abilities. So that I can know the extent of its development, before and after training.”
“Good. If that's your wish, I'll carry it out.” Bend and salute.
“I want to know whose genetics are more dominant in the child.” Smile grinned.
“Good, Mr.” The young man walked back to the end of the door. “I will have Nanny prepare her gear,” she continued.
The man looked at the photo tucked inside the book he was holding. A photo of a woman in her 20s.
“Catleya, I once lost a talented boy like you. Because you broke Agent's rules. But, now I have the fruit of your love that is greater than any weapon I have ever made, even a biological weapon. You will pay for your betrayal with your son's devotion to me, he he he.”
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The pantry room.
“Nearly got caught. Fortunately, sir was not suspicious. If he finds out, my history is finished. I'd better find Nanny.”
“What can I help you with, Young master?”
“Nanny.”
“Iya, Mr.”
“Son Daddy told you to prepare our new guest.”
“Good.”
“Don't forget to give him breakfast first, then you help him pack.”
“Of course.”
Nanny's face held a fearful question if it was thrown at her employer. As if knowing the contents of the mind of the head of his household assistant, he asked probing.
“Why?”
“Sorry, if you may know. Is she really Catleya's daughter?”
“Maybe, why do you want to know?”
“Just worry.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“What Big Daddy has activated the cell in him?”
“Not yet. So, you don't have to worry.”
“Sgratitude.” Breathe freely.
“What?!”
“You don't need to be surprised. Son Daddy told me to”
Nanny fell silent, her face was shocked to hear the statement of one of her young masters.
“From you thinking about things that haven't happened yet. It's better to be quick to prepare food for us, for him as well, yes.”
“Good, Mr.”
The young master left Nanny with a still curious face mixed in worry.
“Ah, Nanny.” The Young Master stopped his footsteps.
“Iya, Mr.”
“You cook according to Son Daddy's order for the boy. Don't make food or match the menu for the other Master and Miss.”
“Ta-but, Mr.”
“Already, you just follow his orders. Don't ask too many questions!”
“Good.”
The Young Master left Nanny, he passed by a new assistant who was about to enter the pantry.
“Honor, Young Master.”
The Young Master did not look at him. He looked far to the end of the corridor. He thought that there was no one else there, other than himself.
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A young woman entered the pantry after seeing her young master just came out from there. His face held many questions that would be thrown at Nanny.
“Nanny.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Continue passing.”
“Did you meet the Young Master?”
“Iya, I just passed him.”
“You didn't eavesdrop on our conversation, did you?”
“No. I just came.”
“Have you finished cleaning the room for guests who just arrived early this morning?”
“Already. That's what I want to talk to you about, too.”
“Why?”
“Have you seen it?”
“But.”
“Wah, what a pity. His face is very similar to his father. If she was Catleya.”
“Hush, watch your talk.” Nanny shut the mouth of the housekeeper who was 30 years younger than her. Maybe he's about 20. “Mansion is a restricted area to name them,” he continued while looking to make sure no one else was there other than the two of them. “Luckily no one heard it. If anyone else is here, end our history both!”
“I'm sorry, Nanny.” The assistant claws both of his own ears.
“You were lucky to discuss it with me.” Nanny pinched the wrath of one of her assistants. “If others know, finish your history,” he continued half whispered.
“Please, do not tell this to others.” The assistant pleaded with both hands adorned with a heartbreakingly sad face.
“Alright, but you have to promise not to tell about them to other employees.”
“I promise,” two fingers Assistant raised. “Thank you, Nanny,” he continued hugging Nanny.
“Already, don't overdo it. Don't you still have a job?”
“Ready, Nanny.”
“I also want to deliver this breakfast to him. Don't you forget to get her uniform ready, have you measured her body?”
“I've also made her uniform, now it's being sun dried. Hopefully dry day can be used directly by him.”
“Oke, make sure the uniform is different from the others and looks good, yes. Otherwise Master will punish even fire you.”
“Cannot be. The design I created was approved by Sir. So, it must've pulled the results of his uniform."
“Ya. Continue your other work. I'll head to his room, before this breakfast gets cold.”
“Sedingin Mansion and young master's heart without the presence of Catleya.”
Nanny glances sharply, “Basic brat!” His assistant ran away in fear leaving him alone in the pantry. “Hey, where are you going? I'm not done making calculations with you, boy!”
“Ampun, Nanny. I'll take the uniform first, yeah. Maybe it's dry,” he screams while running.
“My feeling is bad. It is better to take a day off before things get ruined,” Inner Nanny. “Finally mature too. Hopefully the child likes,” he continued preparing cutlery.
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