The CEO's Beloved Caddy

The CEO's Beloved Caddy
Mr. Kendrick's secret


"Mmm, don't talk about anything, sir. I was just telling Neng Dara about all the tasks she had to do."


Dara breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Adam's explanation, at least the driver was still willing to side with him, despite only knowing a few hours.


"Relatedly? Not talking about me anymore?"


Ken looked at the two employees with full investigation, he was the least like to be talked about in the back, let alone the same employees themselves.


"Yes, Sir. We were talking about the work I had to do, because I was quite confused."Dara tries to help Adam not get cornered.


Ken nodded his head, "Okay, now do your first task. I wait at the dinner table in twenty minutes."


Dara stupefied, she was at a loss as to what task Ken was referring to. "Neng, why are you still standing? Let's do the spit." Tegur Adam who joined the barrage.


"Stay, Mas. Which is the first task? This is a lot of lists."


Adam sighed, "I first invited Neng Dara to meet Chef Mira. Later also Master said he wait at the dinner table, yes it is definitely his job is to cook, Dara."


So confused Dara failed to focus, "Oh, yes." His mouth patted the eel, "Yes, I've been to the kitchen first, Mas."


Dara immediately ran to the kitchen to prepare lunch, she realized the time had shown eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the sign of lunch hour in a moment.


Adam shook his head to see Dara so hastily, which is why Dara became careless often, because he likes to take things casually.


In the kitchen there is no Chef Mira, but only left around the house for a while. Dara is confused what to cook, because she herself does not know what Ken usually eats.


"Ah, cook a quick soup." Said Dara while opening the refrigerator looking for cooking ingredients.


Dara smiled when she saw so many ingredients in the refrigerator, she became eager to cook.


"Well, if in my house stock this much cooking ingredients, surely I can masakin mom healthy menu every day."


Dara became sad because she remembered her mother back, she hoped that her mother would recover quickly, so that she could eat together again.


Not wanting to add to the sadness, Dara immediately started her cooking show. Dara was so happy to cook, all the groceries would be transformed into something delicious by the girl's hand.


Exactly twenty minutes later Dara finished with all the lunch menu, she immediately brought the food to the dining table.


"She's waiting at the dinner table, where is she?" Gumam Dara while circulating the view. "Thou, ah. Mending I quickly serve. Than to get scolded again."


Dara sped up her movements in putting down the lunch menu, after everything was neatly arranged, she stood next to the dining table. It's nothing, Dara just wants to know how her master comments it, she hopes Ken will like it.


Before long Ken came down from his room, he stared intently at Dara. "Why are you standing there?"


"You wait for Young Master to eat" Sahut Dara as it is.


"When I'm a child, food should be awaited?" Seeing Dara shake her without sin made Ken a little inflamed, "Go back to the kitchen, you can come back here again if I call!"


Dara nodded in reverence and immediately returned to the kitchen. "However, just like everyone, is not tired of just getting angry?" Dara walked while grumbling.


While Ken was staring at the food one by one, from the look and aroma was indeed so tempting, he showed a smirk smile.


Ken took the rice so vigorously, not forgetting he added a soup that looked so fresh. "The soup can cook also the child." Praise Ken before feeding food to his mouth.


Adam who was in the garage panicked to hear Ken yell so loudly, it was lucky that Bi Inah was in the backyard, so he was not too surprised.


"Yes, Sir. What's up?" Dara asked with a stupefied breath as it ran quite fast.


"You want to poison me?" Ken asked with a light look.


Dara shook her head softly, "Taste me bad, Sir? Let me change the new one." Dara Hendah approached the dining table, but stopped because all of a sudden the food floated.


Shrek! Pranks!


Dara was wide-eyed as Ken pulled the tablecloth, making all his homemade food scatter on the floor with broken plates and bowls.


A clear thread instantly flowed from the corner of Dara's eyes, she could at least see the food in such a waste.


For Dara and her mother, being able to eat every day was very grateful, when she saw people throwing food like Ken, Dara really felt so sick.


"Why was his food thrown away, sir?" Dara asked with a stammering voice.


Ken looked at Adam who had just arrived there. "Adam, explain to him, what's wrong with him!" His word which then breezed away, no matter where he went, which he clearly went out of the house.


"Gentleman where are you going? Let me take you." Adam followed Ken.


"No, I want to go alone. No need to be accompanied. Just take care of the stupid girl until she is smart, let's not bother here for long!"


Adam stopped his steps and nodded obediently. He immediately returned to the dining table, approaching Dara who had been sitting on the floor while picking up food with tears.


Adam became confused himself, wanting to ask Ken, the master was pulling out his horn. Want to ask Dara, the girl was crying.


"Are all the rich behaving so arrogantly? Never appreciate the hard work of a little guy like me? Or at least appreciate this food."


Dara chatted while continuing to pick up food that could still be saved.


"What's really going on, Neng? Why is Young Master so angry?"


"I don't know what's wrong with me, either. Suddenly he got angry and accused me of poisoning him."


Adam blinked his eyes, "Poisoning?" He immediately crouched down to check what food Dara was making.


Netra Adam was wide-eyed when he saw shrimp and squid scattering on the floor. "You cook seafood?" Adam's tone sounded as if he was blaming Dara.


Dara turned to Adam and nodded slowly, "I was confused as to what to cook, so I made some seafood soup."


Adam patted his eel. "It's only fitting that Young Master is so angry, he can't eat seafood, Dara."


"Huh? That right? Why, is he allergic?"


Adam shook his head slowly, "Okay, obviously he never touches seafood, if anyone cooks a seafood menu, it will be angry like you were."


"Duh, I don't know. You didn't tell me either." Dara blamed Adam.


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