THE CHILDISH MAFIA THIEVES HEARTS
25. SPECIAL CUISINE

Today Mr. Tama came home earlier than usual. He only worked half a day at the office, then brought the rest of his work home. His mind is not calm. Always imagine how delicious fried rice special Deon breakfast this morning.

The day still shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. It's still a long time for dinner. His stomach was very hungry. He didn't have lunch at all. Just because of a serving of fried rice cooked by a waiter. Isn't that too much? But in fact, Mr. Tama is indeed tormented because he wants it.

The aroma seemed to attract the subconscious Mr. Tama, forcing himself to continue thinking about the food cooked by the caretaker Deon. He had tried to eat the other food, but the sightings of the food continued to dance in his memory.

Can't do. Mr. Tama will order the woman to make a kan for him as well as dinner. Or he won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Mr. Tama is continuing his work. He was forced to bring his work home because he was upset because he did not get fried rice like Hera made. Although it has been looking to all the places that sell fried rice, in fact there is nothing like Hera's made.

Mr. Tama can't wait for dinner. He already ordered Hera to cook dinner today. Of course, it was not he himself who conveyed the order to Hera, but another person, namely Bu Laksmi, the butler in his house.

"Tell that woman who cooks dinner! He's too relaxed for a waiter. And I want some fried rice too. Tell him that too!"

At this time the sun began to leave his throne, walking to drown himself, to be replaced by the moon. Mr. Tama is ready to go down. It's dinner time soon. He was really impatient.

Imagine the special fried rice made by Hera in front of him, and ready to be eaten. Hhmmm.... It's really delicious. Mr. Tama even to the point of smiling himself imagines it.

"Master, dinner's ready." Said one of the servants.

Mr. Tama rushed down, but remained with his elegant style. There was no way he could show everyone that he could not wait to eat the food made by Hera. It was very embarrassing and dropped his pride as an employer.

At this time Mr. Tama is already at the dining table, waiting for the arrival of the son to have dinner together. His eyes moved wildly to and fro, like looking for something.

"You looking for this?" Tanya Deon appeared while carrying a plate of fried rice like the one she had eaten this morning.

Caught again. Mr. Tama tried to be ordinary, as if to deny the accusations Deon made against him. Having no answer from his father, Deon concludes that his accusation was wrong.

"can't ya? Yes, that's it then."

Deon asked Hera to feed him back the special fried rice made by his mother who became his father's nanny.

"Hmmm.... It's delicious."

It seemed like the little boy was really deliberately testing his father's faith. Just look at it now Mr. Tama's reddened face held back the resentment in his heart. Didn't he order fried rice as well? So where's the portion for her now? Though he had imagined how delicious the food that was being enjoyed by his son.

"Hera, it looks like I want to eat this every morning, noon, night." Deon said with a spoiled smile to his nanny.

Look how this little boy behaves. I want Mr. Tama to mutilate him right now. Really very annoying.

"You sure you don't want to taste Dad? It's so good you know."

"Servant." Mr. Tama shouted out his emotions. It seems Deon deliberately spilled it. There's no way he's scolding his son, right?

"Yes, sir." Mrs Laksmi came to her master.

"Who cooked this food? Where's my order?" Emotionally Mr. Tama asked the butler of his house.

"That's all Miss Hera Tuan's cooking."

" Where is my order? Didn't you deliver it?"

"But what? Don't beat around. Answer!"

"I forbid it." Deon answered his father's curiosity.

"Why did you ban it? He was also a servant. So it wouldn't hurt if she did the cooking." Mr. Tama vented a vexation in his heart.

"She's been cooking dinner, Dad. Don't you see all the dishes in front of you?" Deon asked without any guilt.

"There is still one more menu that has not been cooked."

"What?"

"Ask him yourself! Hasn't he been told before?"

"Have you cooked everything Daddy ordered?" Deon asked gently to Hera.

"It's young sir." Hera replied while continuing to bow. He was very afraid of the anger of Mr. Tama.

"Don't be afraid, there I am. Ok?" Deon gives strength to his beloved beautiful woman.

"You hear? He's cooked everything you want."

"Not yet."

"What's not here yet?"

"Fried rice."

Oops... Mr. Tama keceplosan. I know that he also wants fried rice that Deon is eating.

"It's fried rice." Said Deon while pointing at his plate containing fried rice made by Hera.

Mr. Tama didn't say anything more. He's worried he'll be knocked back later.

"If you want, I'll share it for you. But for cooking specifically just for you, I don't allow it. He can only make this special meal for me." Deon's light on his father.

Tama finally decided to eat the other menu. Not all that Hera cooking. It must taste good too.

While holding back his resentment towards his son who was extremely possessive towards his nanny, Mr. Tama enjoyed a dinner with a different menu to Deon. Only one mouthful entered his mouth, but his mood had changed again.

Tasty. It is very desirable for Mr. Tama to voice that magic word. But it's impossible. He had to remain authoritative in front of his son, let alone there was still Hera.

With a smile, Mr. Tama enjoyed this beautiful dinner. He was too excited to eat his food. Even he looked like a person who had not eaten for days. Either because it was already very hungry, or because of the pleasure of cooking Hera.

"Are you possessed? You don't eat for days." Ask Deon. He was surprised to see how his father ate. Very unprofitable, different than usual.

But Mr. Tama ignored his son's words. He really enjoyed the food. True said Deon, Hera's cooking is very good.