The CEO's Beloved Caddy
The Fucking Morning

Without feeling, Dara has been serving her sentence for one week. The white girl became immune to Ken's haughty attitude. She did not cry anymore when she was insulted.

As usual, every morning Dara prepared breakfast for the Young Master. He has also started to memorize what menus are liked and disliked by Ken.

"Well, how come he's not ready yet?" batin Dara with wonder.

The hour hand was already showing half-eight in the morning, but Ken went down not wearing a suit or clothes to the office on the usual.

"But how do I get rich understanding those clothes? Definitely not home clothes." continued Dara membatin.

Yes, currently Ken is wearing a navy-colored polo shirt and cream-colored trousers. He also wore white men's puma shoes.

"Are you not ready?" ask Ken.

Now Dara is confused by the question. "Prepared?" repeat with a frown.

Ken who was already sitting on the dining chair turned his head for a moment. "What did you forget about your real job?"

Netra Dara circled around and around wondering what her master meant. 'Fixed job? Ah.. yes, it's a golf outfit.' Dara's inner self as she remembers her real job is a caddy.

Living everyday as Ken's personal assistant, makes Dara forget his own job, which is a golf steward. How not to forget? He had not even even a day of work, but had made a mistake that was fatal enough to end up in that magnificent prison.

"Gentlemen going to the club?"

"You think it's a holiday like this when I go to that office?"

Dara blinked her eyes a few times. He even realized that today is Sunday. So accustomed to the work that it alone, making the nosed girl pointed until she forgot the date and day.

As a personal assistant, Adam says, Dara will follow wherever Ken goes. But in fact it's been a week, Dara's job is still around that magnificent prison. According to Ken, Dara will only be troublesome if taken to the office or work business.

'That's not a personal assistant, either babu.' But thus, Dara could breathe a sigh of relief. Since every Ken had left for work, he could do the work casually, without hearing the high-pitched orders from the Young Master.

"Hehehe, yes no, sir."

"Yes, now you're ready. I finished breakfast, you should've been in the car. Otherwise I stay, and your punishment I add."

Netra Dara was perfectly rounded, seeing Ken eating breakfast in such a fast rhythm, making the straight-haired girl vehemently towards her room.

Unfortunately, Dara had not had time to shower, because she was used to bathing after all the work was done. He never expected that this would happen.

"Well, this is the caddy shirt that Shyna loved back then where else?"

Dara grumbled while continuing to tear apart the contents of her closet. He first and last wore a caddy uniform a week ago, on his first day working at the Shyna family golf club.

Tin! Tin!

Just now Dara was able to find her caddy uniform, suddenly there was a loud horn sound.

Dugm!

"Aw! Can anyone be patient a little? I'm a shock, right?" grumbled Dara while rubbing his eel that hit the closet shelf.

He rushed to wear the uniform, so hastily, Dara had not had time to apply makeup. Even her hair has not been combed.

Dara immediately ran off to the side yard. To the point that he almost hit Bi Inah who was carrying glassware.

"Astaghfirullah, Neng. Slow down if the road, do not run around so." said Bi Inah who was surprised, lucky he did not have a history of the heart.

"Ma-sorry, Bi. Dara hastily, it's been waiting for Mister. First yes, Bi." said Dara as he passed.

Just now Dara breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ken was still waiting for him, suddenly the car that was still stopped was driving towards the gate.

Dara was forced to run back, "Master! Wait for me, Sir!" he cried with a pretty bad breath.

What a bath that Dara did a few minutes ago, as if it was useless. Because now his body was already feeling sultry and sweat was pouring out.

Basically Ken really likes to prank Dara, the proof after arriving at the gate, Ken stopped the speed of his car. The gate was opened by Adam.

Yes, this time Ken chose to go to the club only with a caddy and his assistant, Dara.

Dara did not have time to say hello to her co-worker Adam, she just smiled wryly and went straight into the car.

"Duh, Dara, Dara. The habit really makes the mood of the Young Master so messy." monologue Adam when his master's car was already speeding and darting on the streets with a slowly increasing speed.

The man in the all-black uniform immediately closed the gate again, then continued the other work.

In the car, Dara repeatedly set her breath while fanning her body with her hands. That made Ken monitor his personal assistant from the middle spy.

Ciitt!

Bugs!

"Aw, oh sir. Why is it suddenly so sudden? What's up?" dara protest.

Again Dara rubbed his eidat who had not been a victim until twice.

"What are you?"

Both of Dara's eyebrows were black without the need to wear an eyebrow pencil was linked. He was astonished because his master was turning the question around. "Why am I, Sir?"

"You want to ruin my good name in front of Mr Robert?"

Now Dara's forehead frowned, because it still did not understand the direction of the boss's conversation. "meaning?"

Anxious to see his slow-tempered personal assistant, Ken immediately took something from his car drawer.

"See face! Since when did the caddy turn pale and rich crazy? Where's the messy hair anyway!"

Ken gave her a mirror that she always carried everywhere. As a leader in the company, you must often make sure that your appearance is perfect.

Without further ado Dara immediately accepted the mirror. Both of his irises almost jumped out of place when he saw the reflection of his face behind the mirror.

"God! Ouch, Sir. How'this? I went back to make makeup." Yeah."

Dara was completely unconscious, if she just left. On the other hand, he also actually does not like to preen too much. But what happens if a caddy doesn't preen?

Ken snorted angrily, not answering his caddy's proposal, but he returned to drive his car at high speed.

Seeing the situation was quite precarious, making Dara not dare to say much more. He's just him holding on, because Ken drove the car like he was racing on the circuit.

But Dara was surprised because the road that passed was not to 'KGRJ', he understood very well the direction to his best friend's golf club.

'This haughty sir is taking me where the hell? Don't tell me I want to be sold to make up for his broken golf stick.'

Negative thoughts began to hit the white girl's brain.

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