The CEO's Beloved Caddy
Special Guard For Ms. Nisa

"I mean, Mister?"

Dara clearly did not understand what Ken had in mind at the moment. How can Ken tell people to keep his mother in the hospital?

The person must certainly be paid, or at least at least at least be compensated, right? But how the story goes, he himself is currently working on rods. Is that a sign that Dara's work period will be extended?

No. gabe. Data can't imagine being in that magnificent prison for much longer. Thats enough. It was enough that his mind was injured by Ken's words that often went out of control.

"Yes I'll find someone to work with your mother here. You don't have to worry, if the job is done, you can also visit occasionally."

The book I sat Dara goosebumps hearing Ken who was suddenly just as kind-hearted as that. Instead of flattering, Dara even suspected there was another purpose.

"really? Thank God, then, I'm relieved that I can't come to see you later." Shyna interrupted the conversation between the boss and his men. "Oh yeah, I went to the cafeteria first. Excuse me."

Actually Shyna still wants to talk to Kendrick longer. Not talking, rather listening to Ken talk. I don't know why there is interest from deep down.

Meanwhile, Dara invites Ken to sit on the available sofa. Luckily Shyna put her mother in a comfortable room, so she was not ashamed.

Not ashamed of being poor, but ashamed that a respectable person like Ken had to feel the heat of a common room. Dara who will later definitely get caci maki as well.

After delivering snacks, Shyna pampit home because there is a very urgent interest. It was in his heart that he cursed why the interest came when Ken visited.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Just as Shyna was leaving, someone knocked on the door again. Dara glanced at her mother who had slept so soundly. After eating earlier, Ms. Nisa complained sleepy, finally Dara invited her to sleep.

Not that the more rest, the better for healing? Dara walked slowly to the door.

Clamps!

The two Dara netra were wide-eyed when they saw who was in front of the door. "Ch-chef Mira?" he said he stuttered while smothering his mouth with one hand.

"Halo Dara, we meet again." said the woman who wore a plain white t-shirt, equipped with pencil pants and sneakers.

What an inversely proportional appearance when acting as a chef at Ken's residence, where Mira looks so feminine with all-white cocoa clothes.

"Mr Ken is inside? He called me earlier, saying there was a new job I could do."

Both of Dara's eyebrows shot up, and she couldn't understand why Ken had called Chef Mira to come to the hospital. Especially wear tell there is work too.

But Dara didn't want to conclude, knowing for himself Ken's office was everywhere. Maybe one of them needs a cook. Yeah, maybe it's like that.

"Oh, yes. Adena, Chef. Please enter." said Dara while rewinding the steps, giving Chef Mira a gap to enter.

Meanwhile, Ken, who was originally focused on his clothing, turned his attention when he saw Mira entering the ward.

"Jiang, sir." greeted Mira as she bowed as a sign of respect.

"Piang. Sit down Mira." Not Ken as if the room was his private property.

Dara who did not want to interfere in the affairs of others, chose to pull over. He only took a drink from the refrigerator available in the nursery.

Luckily, Shyna bought quite a lot of snacks and drinks, so it can be for treats. Even though it was in the hospital, it was still if there were people who came to visit as if the host was giving a banquet.

Moreover, the treatment room is quite luxurious like that. While if placed in a common room that is usually one room rame-rame, there must be a banquet, even if it is just drinking water or candy.

Bruk! Glutacial!

So surprised Dara to fail to focus, until the bottle of drink he just took from the refrigerator fell and rolled. Ken and Mira's attention also turned to the source of the noise.

"Aren't you papa, Dara?" ask Ken who seems to care about it.

Dara who was creeping trying to reach the bottles just turned in shock. "Eh, yes. No papa, sir."

As she was talking to him, Dara ventured to come closer and asked. "I'm sorry if I'm presumptuous, didn't I mishear that Chef Mira would be assigned to take care of my mother?"

Ken nodded his head. "Why indeed? It's the same job, isn't it?"

Dara grimaced showing her row of white teeth. "Indeed the work, sir. But I don't think it's right for Chef Mira."

"Why? Mira doesn't mind, does she, Mir?" ken asked the woman who was sitting opposite him.

"For me the important thing is that the work is halal, sir. I'm bored every day in the kitchen and cooking."

Hearing Mira's reply, it was enough to make Dara feel relieved. Although the unpleasant taste was still lodged in his mind.

But how else? Dara also does not have any authority in that matter. Although to take care of his own mother though, but the one who will pay is not him but Ken.

If you can choose, Dara better take care of her own mother. But punishment is still punishment, it cannot be changed hands like guarding the mother.

For the sake of professionalism, Dara was willing to let her mother be taken care of by others she just knew. But if you look, Chef Mira is painstaking and friendly. Hopefully that's the reality.

"How, Dara. You heard it yourself, not Mira's answer?"

Ken looked at the two female employees, Dara nodded. For him, the most important thing is that the mother quickly recovers, there is a guard and not lonely.

"Okay, then you can discuss about what are the interests of Ms. Nisa. I'll wait outside." concluded Ken who then walked towards the door.

The two young women who were in the ward sighed. "Chef, are you sure you're going to take this job?" dara asked still not feeling well.

"Well, I'm no longer a chef. So stop calling me that name. Enough Mira, or Mba Mira."

Obviously Mira protested, because she felt uncomfortable still called the chef, even though her job was no longer a cook.

"But, Chef…

"There's no buts. You better explain what I have to do while taking care of your mother. You want Young Master to be angry and your mother to be a victim?"

Dara shook her head quickly, hearing that her mother would be the victim of the carelessness she made, it really made the white girl horrified.

Without wasting time Dara explained about the illness suffered by her mother, as well as what needs to be done Mira during the vigil.

"You seem special in Young Master's eyes." said Mira suddenly, as Dara finished explaining what she had to do.

"Huh? Meanin?" Dara looked surprised.

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