The CEO's Beloved Caddy
Attempts to Eliminate Ken

The confidant driver Kendrick Mahanta sighed. "Yes, it's my fault" I felt very sorry. 

The man in the black uniform stood up, "After putting all this in order, try to make a new meal. The point is he's most anti with seafood, other foods don't matter."

"But if I get scolded again how?"

It's nothing, Dara is so tired because it is always wrong in the eyes of a Kendrick Mahanta. Neither on the golf course nor at home, the work he does is never right. 

"Try first, anyway you have to restore the mood of Mr. Ken who has been bad since on the golf course." concluded Adam while patting the shoulder of the girl who was still sitting on the floor, then waltzing away, leaving, continuing work. 

"Yourf!"

Even though Dara repeatedly sighed, it still did not reduce the arrogance in her heart. If only Kendrick wasn't a very influential person in the world, he might have chosen to run away, rather than hang out with a very haughty person. 

But what power, in addition to the life of his mother who was lying weak in the sickle bed, now the name of the club belonging to his best friend was a bet, if Dara did not serve the punishment properly. 

Although still limp from seeing the results of his labor thrown away just like that, the girl in a light blue uniform gathers energy to get up. Completed his task of cleaning up the self-inflicted mess. 

"Well, what do you do to keep Mr Ken from getting angry again?" muttered Dara while pacing in the kitchen. 

He's completely wrong, if not right at the ends of getting angry again, as he's felt since meeting the world's toughest man. 

"Eh, what's that?" 

The attention of the white girl turned to a small book, located between the spice shelves. Without hesitation, he immediately approached and grabbed the small object. 

The happy beam was highlighted from his brown iris, as if it had saved him from the approaching death. 

His clasped hands instantly moved nimbly, picking up some ingredients in the refrigerator. It looks like Dara is so excited and sure, if this time Mr. Kendrick will not be angry like before. 

At the same time Ken had returned, he had only come out to dispel the emotions. After it subsides, he returns because Ken basically doesn't like going out, if there's no interest. 

"Hmmm.." Ken smelled a very familiar smell. "his scent was like…

Without continuing his words, Ken immediately stepped foot toward the source of the scent earlier. The closer to the kitchen, the stronger the smell. 

The athletic body man's forehead frowned when he saw Dara was struggling in the kitchen. "Hold the damned too tuh chick." he muttered while watching the motion of his new personal assistant. 

Suddenly Dara stopped her activities, when she felt like someone was paying attention. But when he looked towards the door and all directions, there was no one there. 

'Strange, it was like someone was looking at me. But why isn't there?' dara wondered. "Don't…

The girl with the level of body raises her shoulders when imagining mystical things in the big house. Not wanting to get dissolved in the fear that he made himself, Dara immediately continued his work that was soon finished. 

Ken, too, chose to go to the room. In addition to not being caught because of stalking Dara while cooking, the day is getting late, she needs to clean and refresh the body. 

Thirty minutes passed, Dara was ready with some healthy and filling snack menu. There is grilled sticky rice, fried tape balls, milk cheese cassava and fruit yogurt. 

"Take the food to the park bench!" tell Ken to go down the stairs. 

Dara who just came out of the kitchen was surprised, because suddenly her new boss gave the order. 'When did he come back? You know if I want to offer a snack.' Inner nosed girl was sharp. 

"Tau ah, than getting scorned again. Mending me along." concluded the girl in a blue uniform as she rushed back to the kitchen. 

Several times get a clash and mockery of Ken several times, making Dara quite immune and not too afraid anymore. Because for Dara, Ken is indeed a person who does not have a friendly personality like most people.So if you expect a warm attitude from a very arrogant person like Ken, like expecting rain in the dry season.

“Spirit Dara! You definitely can. Do you want to be locked up in this luxurious prison forever? No, right? Now do your job and speed up your sentence.”

Dara continued to chatter while putting various snacks that had been made into the tray. "Mother, do’a Dara to quickly get out of here and find a lot of money for your recovery.” he concluded.

After adjusting the breath to be calmer, the girl who suddenly changed professions in one day began to swing her legs towards the park. With a fairly confident step while continuing to tidy up do’a so that his work this time does not make the young master angry again.

Arriving at the park, Ken was sitting relaxing while playing his game. Even Dara's presence did not distract her from the flat object. This made the girl who held the status as her personal assistant feel quite offended.

“Excuse me Sir,” is brief Dara while serving a snack she brought earlier.

Silent. There was no response or response from Ken. Of course Dara felt even more upset, because her hard work was completely unappreciated. He also stood next to Ken, because he wanted to hear how comments about the results of his creation during the struggle in the kitchen, rather he created a recipe that has been recorded by Chef Mitha.

Five minutes, ten minutes, even thirty minutes, the food that Dara served had not been touched at all by Ken. Many times the leggy girl scratched her neck and other movements to relieve the nervousness and bored waiting.

‘Crazy people, see what cell phone semedi anyway? From earlier not kelar-kelar.’ Dara's inner while rolling her eyes lazily.

The huft!

The huft!

The huft!

Unknowingly, Dara repeatedly sighed loudly and violently enough, which made Ken take his eyes off.

“Why do you still stand there?” ask the young boss lightly.

Dara's two eyebrows linked together, astonished by the question posed by her master. “Sa-me? Mmmm... is waiting for Master to taste the snack, later if there is anything less I can fix directly.”

Now it was Ken's turn to take a deep breath, then put his phone on the table. “ You know? From now on I was waiting for you to leave here, I had the least appetite for food. Especially those who see people who are carriers like you.”

Instantly the face that Dara had originally installed as graciously as possible, now turned grim. His chest was suddenly so tight that he got a confession from his master. He does not expect praise, but at least his hard work is rewarded and treated well.

“Go! If you stay here, when can I eat all this? Do you want me to throw it away again like this afternoon?” ken snaps so intimidating.

Both slices of Dara's chocolate are perfectly rounded, “Ti-no Sir. Excuse me.” 

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