My Daddy Is My Sugar Daddy
25. Well Done

Kalista just finished bathing when suddenly the door was knocked, followed by the sound of a young maid in this house came to ask permission to enter.

"Non, I was told to bring food for Non-Same Opa."

Kalista let him in, even if Kalista was not hungry because he had eaten some fast food. The waiter, Latifah, immediately placed the food tray on the table.

But as soon as he was about to leave, Kalista stopped him.

"Whose name are you?"

"Latifah, No."

Now Kalista knows his name.

With a gesture of hand he asked the girl to come closer, sitting on the carpet with him. Then Kalista held out the paperbag she had brought with her to Latifah's hand.

"Make you."

"Eh?"

"Your age is the same I'm almost the same, right? I bought a lot of clothes, so I bought them for you too."

Latifah stammered in acceptance and looked awkward. "Duh, Non, I'm not good."

"That's a shirt, not a meal so it's not good." Kalista retaliated origin. "Take aja. I love you not because of kasian or anything, but want to tell you about we're the same age."

"...."

"Why? You think I'm arrogant for being Om's son?"

"No, Non." Latifah looked down, seemed to have some thoughts.

For Kalista, it was easy to read. There must be a little in the heart of this child who considers Kalista to be ungrateful. They were the same age but their fate was different.

Calistas are not comfortable with such thoughts, especially if they come from people who think they are the same as themselves.

"I didn't come here to be non-you." Kalista. "I just came here to ganggiin the Om Not Useful. If he is tired, then I will be thrown out. I guessed it first."

*

Rahadyan massaged her temple as she suddenly felt dizzy. No, even now Rahadyan felt hot and wanted to spew lava.

"Al," he called the Narendra family leader. "I ask a bodyguard for my daughter so that she does not hold up with boys, so you even give me a boy's bodyguard?"

"Woman, please."

Al looked at her smilingly. "It seems like there's been a misunderstanding about you, buddy. We Narendra don't make women bodyguards."

"What?!!"

"We Narendra respect a woman and love her." Al looked at the first wife who was smiling sweetly. "Of course, my wives or the wives of my sisters are all strong to protect themselves. But, that and this are two different things."

"Our Narendra bodyguards are limited to men only, because women are more suitable individuals in protected positions. Everyone who hired us knows that."

Rahadyan doesn't know that. "But your servant is female. I know he's a martial arts pro."

"The waiter is the waiter. Narendra's servants are all women, because the task of taking care of things is much better done by women. But, they would also be different from bodyguards. Servants can't stop someone from approaching your child, because they're just raised to take care of and supervise. The rest is not their job."

Rahadyan ruffled her hair in frustration. So why did he pay the expensive people from this place if the ends were also given men?

"Hey, calm down and listen to me, Rahadyan." Al sipped his tea casually as if unaffected by Rahadyan's annoyance. "We risked Narendra's name while offering this escort service. That's why you're paying so much for our services."

Sure oes. The price is very expensive. TERRIBLY.

"Do you think I'll take a lot of money from you and give you a man who rapes your daughter?"

Rahadyan jerks.

Come to think of it again, that's true too. The basis of business is always trust. So if Narendra's people are not to be trusted, it's impossible for anyone to hire them for billions.

"You can close your eyes and pick them out at random. I'll guarantee that none of your children's hair is touched by them. Again, the name Narendra is at stake. So I give you a hundred percent guarantee."

Rahadyan looked at the several men in front of her who were standing in line, looking professional as well as emotionless.

Alright.

"I pay more for the best" Rahadyan said. "But the contract all my money back if there's a problem."

"Well done." Al replied without burden.

That night Rahadyan brought a bodyguard home for her son.

No matter what tomorrow Kalista wants to scream.

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