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“Morning,.” greet Shafira upon arrival at the dinner table.

He kissed Sigit and Liana's cheeks alternately. A new day with a new attitude is Shafira's resolution starting today. He will start to organize his life better as he told Disa a few days ago.

“Sit, breakfast.” Sigit's unequivocal voice sounded.

“Yes dady.” Shafira sat in her place. He took bread for him for breakfast.

“Where were you last night, mamih to your room gag there.” Liana with her sharp gaze on the princess, was like she was introgating.

“Nginep.” Shafira with her attitude while chewing the toast in her mouth.

“Nginep where? How did you gag say mamih?” Liana instantly stopped her chewing and stared at Shafira sharply. He needs an immediate answer.

Similarly with Sigit, he waited for the answer of the princess who seemed indifferent.

“Obviously dong mam, nginepnya also gag far. Tuh in room mba disa.” Pointing towards the room Disa with the corner of her eyes.

“WHAT?!!! You're nginep in the waiter's room?!” crashing the table made Shafira flinch.

It seemed that not only Shafira was surprised but also Sigit.

“Mamih why the hell? Usually also mamih gag care where I nginep and who is the same?”

Shafira looks irritated, she puts her toast. His appetite began to disappear.

“You know who that is? She's a fira waitress!” Liana still couldn't take it. His words sounded very harsh and full of emphasis.

“Emang why if mba in the server? Problems with mamih?” Shafira began to challenge, boldly looking into Liana's eyes. He began to forget about his resolution due to sudden emotions.

“Why do you have to rest so much? Mba is indeed just a waiter but she can give me what gag I get from mamih and dady which is attention and time.” Shafira sternly cynically.

“Shafira, you,”

“DIAM!” change the snapping Sigit

This dining room began to turn into a war zone within minutes. Each with his frustration, each with his anger. There was a flash of lightning in the eyes of each of them who looked at each other and then turned their faces with an upset breath.

Shafira's mouth closed but her gaze was still cynical towards Liana.

“Fira, sleep in your room. Don't make it.” Sigit lowered his voice, trying to calm the emotions of his daughter and wife. More than that, he wanted to enjoy his breakfast in peace.

But not for Shafira, he was already lazy to be in the same place as his parents. He moved while taking his backpack.

“You gags never give me what I need, when I find it you even want to rob it. Why are you so selfish?”  shafira asked as she stared at Liana and Sigit alternately. He was really disappointed.

Sigit's emotions began to be provoked. He squeezed with annoyance at the napkin that was coming and Shafira read the gelagat.

“I go.” Shafira said before Sigit again issued an intimidating sentence and put her in an unpleasant position.

Losing, it might be true that right now he could only relent and dodge.

After Shafira died, a rude snort came from Sigit's mouth. He looked at Liana in front of him in frustration.

“How do you educate the child? Why is it that the longer you make it wilder? Can't you take care of her as well as you take care of the clothes, bags and branded shoes that fill your closet?” siny Sigit with full emphasis.

“Why just blame me? He is also your son mas.” Liana did not want to lose. He barked back at Sigit's reprimand.

“Yes he's my son. And you I gave him the job of educating." Sigit stood in place, threw the napkin roughly and his index finger started pointing at Liana's face.

"Isn't it my job to meet the needs of those of you who are thirsty for your exorbitant greed and hedon style?”

“You always blame me for all the problems that happened in this house but you,”

“So you think this is my fault?!” sigit quickly chimed in, giving Liana no chance to answer him.

“How can he feel more comfortable with the lowest caste in this house that is the waiter? Where's your role as a mother, huh?!”

Sigit still did not accept Liana's defense.

Liana simply fell silent with a cry that began to break. He sighed that felt heavy and then turned his face away from Sigit. Her lentic fingers slowly wiped away the dripping tears.

“Blame me if it can make you satisfied.” Lirih Liana moved from her place.

“LIANA! Where you going? Our conversation is not over!” shouted Sigit which made Liana stop her steps.

His hands looked clenched but did not turn around. He again sighed deeply, trying to pull out a large chunk that always made his chest feel tight.

“Make me this is not a talk. It's just the way you judge and dictate to me. You never even gave me a chance to talk. For me, it's done.” He said as he continued his steps.

“Liana. LIANA!!!” shouted Sigit.

Liana preferred to run, leaving Sigit still controlled by her emotions. For him, when Sigit broke his sentence, then the conversation between them did not need to continue. Because after that, there will only be the next Sigit order that he must fulfill.

“SHIT!!!” sniff Sigit in annoyance. Still ruffled waist, his emotions did not subside just because of a rough grunt and table buzz.

All that was left at this moment was silence within this magnificent two-story house. He was alone, with no one to accompany him.

******

“Can make it happen."

"After yesterday brought non fira to the house of the young master, now even ngajak non fira nginep in his room. Find a really big face the child.” Grumbled Wita after hearing the quarrel of his master and great mistress.

“Do you know from whom non fira brought to the home of the young master?” Nina who asked curiously.

“Bang grace. Said there in the same samperin young lady as soon as work continues even ngajak young lady enter.” Wita was still with her regret imagining the conditions in her young master's house.

“Because he is also we are considered the lowest caste in this house.” Next is to clean the skin of the pumpkin with rough.

“You've just been horrified from the grace bang, not necessarily the incident like that.” Tina tried to mediate. He doubted that Disa really did what Wita said.

“Yes want it to happen or not a clear war today because of disa. Udah deh you guys need to bear him continue, mentang-about him temen you guys.” Wita protested to her two friends.

“Not belain wita, just us,.” Nina instantly clenched her mouth when she saw the arrival of Kinar who was approaching them.

“It looks like your work is lacking, so you can still gossip.” Sinis Kinar while putting the laundry basket next to Wita.

They stood up and apologized.

“Take dry laundry.” Kinar pushed the laundry basket closer to Wita.

“But ma'am, this is right,.” the protest is not so because Kinar has already glared at Wita. “Good bu.” Finally he complied even though his face was upset.

Kinar left and his shadow disappeared behind the door.

“Tuh right, his work is there so be given to me.” Apparently Wita's frustration is not finished. “Ngapain also him all day at the young master's house. He could, “ Wita's voice swallowed as one by one the friends in front of him left him.

“Hey, where are you going?!” yell Wita.

But they did not answer and chose to go on another job.

“DHH! Ngeselin!” wita Dengus. Again the protest was not considered.

He stomped his feet as he headed for the backyard laundry in the sun. His lips seemed to be pursed with a murmur of vexation that only he could hear himself.

*****

Along the way to Kean's room, Disa still had time to think. Why a Director is on the 2nd floor of his office when usually the room of a director is on the highest floor of his company. And in this building, Kean's room should be on the 9th floor.

“Can, already come?”

Roy's voice greeted Disa when she arrived on the 2nd floor.

“Good day mas roy.” Sapa Disa with breath still panting. I was tired of climbing a lot of stairs.

After meeting a few times, they begin to get to know each other.

“Siang. Come in, young master is waiting.” He pointed his hand at Kean's office door.

“Good mas roy, thank you.”

Disa returned to continue her steps while Roy somehow went where. Maybe lunch too because the young master and his assistant were never seen eating lunch together. Or maybe it's Disa who doesn't know.

In front of the large gray-colored old door, currently Disa stood up. He knocked on the door slowly as a sign of his coming.

“Log.” Kean's voice sounded from inside.

Disa opened the door of the room and the coldness of the AC room Kean as if sweeping his hot skin exposed to the scorching sun outside.

“Good afternoon sir, I brought your lunch.” Disa nodded courteously in front of Kean.

“Hem.” Only that was Kean's reply when he saw the figure of Disa who appeared from behind the door. He was still at his desk with a myriad of jobs that made his forehead wrinkle.

He could step into the room. The sofa is the place he goes to arrange the food he carries. Before serving, do not forget he washes his hands so that everything is clean when he touches.

The sink is in Kean's private room. “Master, I'm permission to go to the toilet.” He got out of his place and asked for permission before entering.

“Hem,” the second answer Disa received and make her free to waltz into Kean's personal space.

The room is quite spacious with a sofa bed, a large television attached to the Wall and of course a bed with the same size as the one in Kean's room. There was a small closet there and a shirt stel hanging on the hanger that was attached to the door handle of the closet.

Looks like Kean always keeps one shirt there worried he should change. Pretty good thought Disa.

The bathroom inside was quite large, but Disa did not enter. Simply wash your hands in the sink with anti-germ soap until his hands feel bad with a smell like drugs.

For a moment he also saw the reflection of his face in the mirror, the look was quite neat because the taxi ride no longer looks like a newborn goat child as Kean had said.

Back on the sofa, take out the side dishes, glass plates and spoons and forks that he brought from home in one large lunchbox. Napkins and drinking water were prepared.

“Please mr.” Said Disa calling Kean who was still sitting in his place.

Kean moved out of his place, took off the suit he was wearing and attached it to the back of the chair. He rolled up his sleeves and turned towards the sink where Disa was washing her hands earlier.

It wasn't long that Kean spent washing his hands then rushing back to the sofa.

Sitting on a long sofa and Disa immediately brought Kean's plate closer together with the row of side dishes he brought. Take a lot of rice plus side dishes that invite taste in the same plate.

“Her career I have prepared separately mr.” Pouring a small bowl of clear vegetables closer to Kean.

Kean did not say, preferring to start his lunch.

Near Kean Disa stood. He moved his eyes around the room. The room with a classic style typical of large company owners. On the wall of the room is a photo of Kean and his father as well as a painting of a famous painter.

In the corner of the room in the Snake Plant flower or the tongue of the in-laws. Reportedly this flower is useful to remove and absorb toxins in the air. There is also a Dragon Tree that is believed to absorb toxins in the air caused by gasoline and varnish.

Lucky he entered IPA when High School so little know the types of flowers in the room.

“Why not just sit back and do other activities instead of watching me eat?”

Apparently someone is feeling noticed. Geer is also him.

“Ya?” Disa gawked confused.

Kean Back put his spoon and turned to staring at Disa.

“Sit, don't make me feel watched.” Kean's orders and orders.

“Ba-good sir.” Disa immediately sat down awkwardly and Kean resumed his meal.

“I am handsome but you can distract yourself by reading the magazine under the table.” that narcissistic sentence slid free from Kean's mouth without turning His head in the slightest.

“Hah?” He was confused in his own heart. It turned out that besides being stiff and arrogant, his young master was also a director-level narcissist.

“Good young master.”

Never mind, according to it rather than a long affair.

Disa took just one magazine under the table. The thick-covered magazine with a dominant gray color is quite interesting to Disa. There was a very familiar face adorning the cover.

Clara Davina is a famous model.  Currently he is rumored to be pioneering his boutique business to enter into one of the profiles of business world leaders today.

She knew Clara Davina as a beautiful young model. Her body was beautiful and very worthy of wearing any model clothes. Once upon a time he saw a fashion show as one of the lecture assignments from his lecturer and saw Clara Davina darting on the catwalk.

Its graceful figure with a face of Asian and European fusion is certainly a gift and its own charm that belongs to Clara Davina.

“It looks like god again smile fit nyiptain clara davina.” Rianti said at that time. He also both idolized this beautiful figure.

Opening one by one page, about the business news he just passed and more interested to the page that contains news about Clara Davina.

“No dreams are in vain as long as we try to make them happen.”

This paper is larger than other writings, as if to be the opening at the beginning of the magazine reporter interview with the beautiful model.

Disa began to seriously read and her lips seemed to curl a smile as she saw so many positive sentences spoken by Clara Davina.

“Paste cooked for dinner later.” An order slid from Kean's mouth and made Disa reflex to close the magazine.

“Ba-good sir.” He stuttered.

Because he was too absorbed in reading, he did not realize that Kean was finished with his lunch.

Put the magazine under the table and immediately prepare to clean the cutlery.

“What time will the master go home, so that I can prepare everything on time.”

“Roy will notify.”

“Good sir.”

Clean the cutlery immediately because Kean has returned to moving. He knew that his young master did not like his job to be disturbed.

“I excuse me sir. Good day.” He said, when he finished cleaning all the equipment.

Of course Kean did not chim in, he preferred to go back to his work desk with a frown that began to wrinkle. It seemed that what he faced was not work but torture which he hated so much.

Disa only sighed deeply, with her short steps she walked out of the director's room.

Home Disa, your task is done, he murmured.

*****