Married Little Princess Bestie
13. Dinner Procession

"Can you help me, miss?"

The butler who had been observing Binar's movements had finally approached. The middle-aged woman was the oldest employee working there. It is in charge of arranging household needs.

Binar often overheard his conversations with Greg Darmwangsa. The woman designed the daily menu, divided the duties of the employees, and applied the entire Greg edict without exception.

Even if only Greg and Binar were at home. Servers work as if there were thousands of people there. A luxurious life that sometimes feels excessive for Binar. He was used to doing everything alone.

"I'm gonna help you get dinner, okay?" ask Binar later.

Although technically he often left Ned and Tria out of town, Binar was not good at cooking. During this time he relied on the ease of inter-messaging applications. So his good faith was part of a pretty incredible effort.

After all, Binar was determined to adjust to the environment. Perhaps, Greg's heart was slightly stolen by him.

"No need to worry, Miss. The chef who works for us is reliable and passed the International certification. The staple was also selected before entering the Darmawangsa family kitchen, so..."

"Not so," interrupted Binar while scratching his nape, "I don't want an inspection or anything, just help. I mean, cooking. I'd like to learn how to cook if you don't mind."

He mistakenly thought that Binar intended to check the quality of food and chefs there. Though not at all, he just wanted to jump in the procession of preparing dinner.

The woman was silent for a moment. Seemed busy considering something in mind. Did Binar make a request that broke the rules?

"I can call the waiter to accompany Miss looking for activities" he said.

"I just want to cook," Binar grinned with a smile, "Can't ya? I mean, can't it be cooked just like that?"

Binar lowered his head. The assumption is true, maybe the food presented at the table is not a dish that is processed by just anyone. He has no qualified competence so it is worth to be invited to cook.

Once again presenting a bland smile, Binar chose to move quickly.

"No need for servants either" he continued, "I can look for other activities like tires..."

"Please" the woman suddenly changed her mind. Without expression, he stared fixedly at Binar.

"Miss can help cultivate some menus with the chef at the end there," he explained pointing to the chef with long, tied hair, "Let me drop off."

The main characteristic of the butler is that it never shows the face. Despite careful attention, he was never really friendly or angry. His face was flat, as if emotions had been lifted from a part of him.

"Here," he said, bowing, "I resigned to take care of other needs, Miss. Miss's waitress will wait in front if she needs help."

Binar just nodded briefly. The woman was quiet a few seconds later. The friendly female chef greeted him with a friendly. Guided dinar makes dishes, including main dishes.

Of course, Binar imitates and practices it to the maximum. Although still stammered, often wrong, even experiencing a scorch in the parts that should be mature. The woman is still excited.

He could imagine the reaction of Greg and Riswan who were proud of his one progress. They must have enjoyed the dishes prepared by Binar with all their souls. The woman was very impatient, her smile did not leave even for a moment.

***

Binar's palm squeezed the corner of the chair when Greg was sipping his cooking. The old man chewed on the grilled rib meat with the lemon sauce slowly. Adding to the tension in Binar is increasing.

Meanwhile the new Riswan came down from the room observing a short meal. With a suit draped to the arm, the man looked like he had just changed clothes.

"I hear you're the one who's cooking" chirped Greg, holding Riswan almost up. "Make what?" tanyakanya.

Compared to the question, Greg's sentence sounded more like a sneer. Binar who was originally captive to Riswan immediately turned his eyes. He paid attention to Greg.

"Study, Cake. Charge up free time."

The man put down the cutlery, then wiped the corner of his lips. The opportunity was taken advantage of by Riswan. He accidentally steals a lull in the tension that envelops Greg and Binar.

"Cotton?" spontaneous Binar participate in the conversation. The woman was shocked not dumbass. "Now?" ask again to make sure.

It was Riswan's turn to look at Binar. The man looked very lazy to serve him. Even though Barin only asked one question.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why just said? I can help prepare your equipment before leaving" protested Binar.

"Just last night. Don't go overboard."

Suddenly Binar got up from his seat, "Then I'll pack the food for a bit, huh? Nice snack on the way."

"No need, Binar," complained Riswan accompanied by a rude snort.

Reactions that make the body as if it is frozen. The woman stared fixedly at the bead of Riswan's eyes. A gesture with a very clear meaning, Riswan is careless with him now.

"It's me who's cooking, Uncle," Binar began the debate.

After all Binar had poured out his whole heart while cooking. Like it not like it, he still hopes Riswan wants to try. It was like a compliment to him.

"Who told you to cook?" ketus Riswan, "Lighten you rest and take care of health. There's nothing more important than those two things, Binar!"

"Only incip what's so hard?" his wife refuses to give up.

The fierce debate was successful in making Riswan rotate the eyeballs. His index and thumb were picking up the roast meat without much talk. The man chewed briefly before swallowing it in an instant.

The food that Binar cooked for hours, only a small piece entered Riswan's stomach.

"Happy?" hatchlings.

The man then left Binar and Greg in silence. Just like the act he did this morning before going to work, Riswan disappeared from the reach of his eyes.

On the same day, Riswan managed to tear his heart apart. Giving determination, while destroying it as well.

Binar closed his eyes while swallowing saliva. He tried to control himself when Greg was already waving as an omen.

A waiter in charge of taking care of the dining table also moved swiftly. The young woman who looked down obediently while waiting for Greg's next speech.

"Just get it straight!" greg ended the dinner procession, "Down all and just take my dinner to the room. Next time don't let Binar touch the kitchen for any reason."

In disbelief, Binar rebutted, "Don't throw it away!"

The screeching sound of successful Binar hindered the movement of Greg who was already standing in place. The old man immediately flashed a sharp cynical look.

"Let me spend it!" binar continued firmly, without hesitation.

Almost seventy percent of the food served is the result of his efforts. The bar is fully engaged during the cooking process. How could he let the food go to the trash?

Binar's answer made the servant worried. Even if Greg Darmawangsa was the elder there, the status of Binar was also a young miss who had to be obeyed by him. They kept quiet until a single act made its decision.

"Asper him. Let him do the rest."

Greg is down.

Nanar stare Binar switch on the dining table. Pain rippled within him. The dinner menu was not reduced at all. What more could he do to survive?