The CEO's Beloved Caddy
Dara's Sincerity in Caring for Ken

"What-what?! allergic?" tanya Dara stamped. 

Doctor Kinan nodded weakly. "Yes, it's been an open secret for Ken's employees. How can you not know?"

Plaque! 

Bak was slapped so hard by Doctor Kinan's question. Yeah, how does Dara not know about that? About Ken who's allergic to seafood, he's got to get mental first. Now about the dragon fruit allergy, Dara even had to hurt Ken first. 

Yes, although indirectly it is still not Dara's fault. But still, if only Dara did not precede to buy fruit juice street children earlier. 

Ah, sometimes wanting to do good does not necessarily have good consequences as well. The proof that Dara is doing now, she intends to lighten the burden of the street children earlier. Uh, even he hurt his own boss. 

"Already, Nan. Don't blame Dara. He's a new employee here, so he doesn't know much about me. Besides, it's my fault, too, just drinking it out of nowhere." Ken said as he tried to get up from his lying position. 

Doctor Kinan raised one of his eyebrows. "Oh, she's called Dara?" he said while pointing towards the girl who was still standing not far from where he was checking. "A pretty name, as pretty as the guy."

Ken stared straight at his best friend. Although Kinan was a doctor, Ken knew very well Kinan's actions in regards to women. Even Kinan was nicknamed the playboy doctor among his friends, because it was easy to move to another heart. 

"Ekhem! Don't fuck with my employees."

Ken is suing Kinan, although his strength has not recovered properly. But seeing Kinan's mischievous gaze, Ken did not want Dara to become one of his best friend's victims. 

The man wearing the white suit chuckled, "OK, okay. I will not approach him, except with your permission." he said by raising his eyebrows alternately.

Ken's eagle eyes immediately rounded perfectly, hearing Kinan still trying to get Dara. Though Ken knew very well, Kinan was attracted to his caddy just because of the casing, as well as Kinan's intention to play. 

Kinan who realized that his best friend had started to pull out horns, immediately grimaced showing a row of white teeth. The one thing Kinan disliked the most about the young CEO was that he could not be joked around. Especially when it comes to the people around him. 

"Casual, Bro. Relaxed. You better get enough rest, eat regularly, take the medicine. Okay?" concluded Doctor Kinan who then resigned. 

Meanwhile Adam as usual will deliver the doctor to the front, even until the handsome doctor's car out of the fence of the magnificent palace owned by Kendrick Mahanta. 

The atmosphere in the middle room suddenly became quiet after the departure of Doctor Kinan accompanied by Adam. Bi Inah who saw the awkwardness between Dara and Ken, chose to leave. 

"Bi Inah to the rear first, there is still work that is not finished." his alibi as he quickly went from the presence of Ken and also Dara. 

Ken and Dara are in the room. The girl who was still wearing the caddy uniform lowered her head, guilt enveloped her until she could not look at her master. 

"Ma-I'm sorry Sir. If only I hadn't bought that juice first. Maybe none of this will happen."

Finally Dara can dare to express her regrets. Now he resigned if the punishment period will be increased. 

The man who was still sitting limp on the sofa just smiled, he just this time felt Dara was afraid of the mistakes made. Unlike when spilling hot coffee, or when breaking a golf stick that causes Dara to be trapped in that magnificent prison. 

"You why the hell? I'm not papa, I'll also be better if you've taken medicine and rest."

Slowly Dara lifted her head and ventured to look at the interlocutor. "Once again I'm sorry, sir."

"Can't, Sir. You're my boss, it's not appropriate for me to call you by any other name."

Ken sighed, it seemed like this time was not the right time to argue with Dara. The situation is too tense and serious. It was better that he forget for a moment the matter of the call, even though Ken had objected to Dara calling him that again. 

"It's up to you" concluded Ken who then tried to get up from his seat. 

But since Ken's energy has not recovered, his body almost fell again if only Dara did not quickly hold it. 

"Master! Where are you going? You better rest in the guest room first for a while. Later when it recovers, it can go back to the main room."

Dara said while trying to get Ken to the guest room. Meanwhile, Ken said, because he still needs enough rest, but Ken most do not like to lie in an open place. 

"Want me to get you a change of clothes, sir? Let me go upstairs first." asked Dara after helping Ken to lie down on the bed and helping to take off his shoes. 

It was heart Ken felt rustling to get such sweet treatment from Dara. Though it should have been Dara's duty as Ken's personal assistant during this punishment. 

But somehow Ken felt happy, he instead wanted a long illness in order to be taken care of like that by Dara for quite a while longer. 

"Master? You hear my question?"

Dara's voice shocks Ken from his daydream. "Ah? Oh, i-yes. What an important invitation is comfortable to rest."

The long-haired girl also nodded her head in understanding and saying goodbye to take Ken's needs for a while. 

Both corners of the notoriously cold man were raised, he felt something strange and another every time he got special treatment from Dara. 

Special? Ah, maybe that's Ken's feeling. Because for Dara it has all become his duty and obligation to meet the needs and needs of Ken. Even taking care of Ken when he's sick like this. 

About an hour later Dara had returned to the guest room, where Ken was resting. "Excuse me, Mister. Sorry for a while, I cooked some soup. Before you eat you can change clothes first, so it's more comfortable."

Ken nodded obediently like a child being cared for by his mother. "Help me change the shirt." said Ken flatly. 

But not with Dara, the girl who had changed clothes in her assistant uniform repeatedly blinked her hair. 

"Sorry, Sir. You're asking me to help you change clothes? Did I hear wrong?"

Ken took a breath. "Yes, it's not. I'm still too limp, taking off the shirt just feels really hard. Can you let me have a hard time?"

"Ah? Mmm. no si, sir. All right, then."

After putting food on the nightstand, changing clothes at the end of the bed, Dara slowly approached Ken and tried to help release the golf uniform that was still attached to the stocky body of the handsome CEO. 

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