My Annoying Chef's
The Eps 21

“Sorry, Sir. In front is someone asking for permission to enter, and asking for the whereabouts of Non, Farah.”

A house assistant faced Adam, who was sitting in the living room, with the television on.

“Female?” His mind was fixed on Devi, the best friend of his daughter. “Let him enter, he is already like a permanent resident of this house, Auntie knows right?” Adam continued without taking a look.

“Not, Sir. Not Non Devi!”

Adam turned to look at his home assistant.

“Artists, Sir. Who likes to be a fierce judge of it.” He said with a smile, especially when imagining the handsome face of the man.

Adam looked at his house assistant closely, with a thought of guessing, then remembered who he meant. And yes, she remembers an artist, with a jury profession on one of the shows, with her third act.

That guy? His inner.

“You what is he here for? And do you know where our home address is?”

“She just explained that she wants to meet with Non Farah, sir. The rest don't say anymore.”

Adam seemed to think.

His feelings were clearly upset, because the man had clearly made his daughter give up, even though the event was still going on, and it was clear his daughter had the potential. However, he chose to surrender, only because of the treatment of a jury named Loka Paramayoga

“She is so, or Farah is too take heart huh? The name is also shooting, yes there must be something made up. Was my daughter wrong?” Inner Adam monologue.

“So not allowed in, sir? Then I tell the security guard in front first.”

The woman took a few steps back, turned around, and immediately stepped slowly away from the room where Adam was. However, Adam's call made the assistant stop his steps.

“No, let him in!” Adam said.

“Oh, good Mr. Adam.” He nodded his head.

And after that he ran out excitedly. Of course, when else will he meet with a public figure who is already very famous.

***

[Lo not here anyway? I'm really waiting for news from Lo, Dev. Nge chat aja hard really, feel so seleb lo now!]

Farah pressed the send button, of course with a feeling of annoyance. Because the friend did not come, even though a few days before they had an appointment to meet.

Not not to understand, Farah knew very well Devi was a hard worker. So that the girl had to work hard just to help the father meet the family's economy. How many times has he offered to help, but it seems that Devi never wanted to get a helping hand from Farah, other than being embarrassed for the kindness of her best friend's family. The people's point of view also made Devi consider everything.

“Kalo needs money why not just say it! If the comments of people will not be endless. As if we know that you are sincere, stupid with those who always say if you want to be friends with me just because I have a lot of money Farah monologues.

Then he put his cell phone on the nightstand just like that, hoping Devi will immediately reply to messages that he has sent dozens of times.

Tok tok!!

Tok tok!!

The knock was again heard, and this time it was earthy with the voice of the house assistant calling out to him.

“Why Bi?”

Farah yelling.

“There's guests.” Said.

Farah was silent for a moment, with a puzzled expression. However, he immediately put away the blanket that rolled up his body, got down from the top of the bed, and then ran up to the tightly closed door of the room.

Not sure why, he looks so happy. Because it was in his mind that Devi came to see him.

The clamps!!

“Why Bi?” Face sparkles.

“There's waiting in front.”

Farah immediately nodded, and without asking much she ran away from the room area of hers, leaving the house assistant, with a confused look. Even one of her hands was raised, like wanting to hold Farah and say things she had not been able to say.

“Non!”

“Ah I know it Devi, Bi.” Reply Farah with a shouting voice.

The girl ran away cheerfully.

Faintly the voice of his father's chatter was heard in the living room area. So Farah continued to approach, with a feeling of impatience, because in her mind, the friend who came to each other to give up longing after a few weeks did not meet.

The deg!!

Her body froze instantly, as a man turned his head, and that face was what Farah had avoided. So he always closed his social media, knowing Loka started to keep nodding, and that was enough to make all his bitter memories go back in circles inside the contents of the head.

And it was quite disturbing, so Farah chose to silence Loka, rather than having to mince a lot.

That handsome guy, in his casual suit. White t-shirt, leather jacket, with black jeans. Far from the impression of luxury, as is the case that Loka always used if he was running duties as one of the judges at the cooking show.

No shirt, or after suit as usual. Even the man's hair was not in its usual weaning.

“Oh, Hay?” He greeted me with a sweet smile.

Farah was silent, staring at the two men sitting next to each other, alternately.