
Dinner is over. Mr. Tama is in his office again. There's still a lot of unfinished work. His mood has improved, although he can not enjoy the special fried rice made by Hera, but it is okay. He could still enjoy Hera's other dishes. Even more than Deon eats.
At nine o'clock Deon had fallen asleep, either completely asleep or pretending, Hera did not know. Now Hera had returned to her room. He recalled how upset Mr. Tama was for not getting his order fried rice.
"Did I do it again, huh? But Mr Tama is angry, isn't he? What if he thinks nothing of me anymore?" Hera wondered to herself.
Hera felt guilty for not being able to serve fried rice ordered by Tama. But she is also afraid of a handsome man who is actually her own husband. Maybe Hera had forgotten about her status.
After a long and complicated calculation, Hera finally decided to make fried rice again to replace Mr. Tama's ration at dinner last night. Hera went down to the kitchen, and started cooking fried rice just like Deon had eaten. Once ready, he brought the fried rice to the third floor.
With a feeling of fear and hesitation, he still set his foot towards Mr. Tama's study. Hera knocks on Mr. Tama's office door, hoping to worry that Mr. Tama doesn't misunderstand him.
But after waiting for a while, there was no response at all from inside the room. Hera ventured to open the door of the room in front of her, but it turned out to be empty. Mr. Tama wasn't there. Where's she?
***
While elsewhere, Mr. Tama was on a rampage.
"Who broke into this place? How can you let that intruder in?" Ask Mr. Tama angry.
"Sorry sir, the intruder used a smoke bomb containing sleeping pills. When all the guards fell asleep that's when he came in and killed our prisoner." Subordinate Tuan Tama tried to explain even with a feeling of fear.
Yep. Dela, the servant who became Lord Tama's prisoner for poisoning his son, is still left alive by Mr. Tama. Of course, with all the torture to make him confess and tell him who is really the mastermind behind the poisoning that Deon experienced a few days ago.
But now, suddenly someone broke into the suspect's detention center, and immediately finished him off. Mr. Tama was very confident that the person was his main mastermind. But who is he? That's what he can't figure out.
"Find out until you get it!" Mr. Tama's orders are under him.
"Give it to them. They haven't eaten fresh meat in a long time." Mr. Tama's orders.
Mr. Tama has some ferocious beasts as his pets. There are tigers, bears, and crocodiles. Everything is hidden, only members of his group in Indonesia who know where the scary animals live.
Mr. Tama's men immediately dragged Dela's lifeless body with a shattered head. While Mr. Tama decided to return home while waiting for the next report from his members.
Mr. Tama arrived at the mansion and headed straight for his study. There are still some reports to check. And all this has to be done tonight. Mr. Tama doesn't like to pile up work. So he'll finish the job every day. Because tomorrow there will be more work waiting for him.
Mr. Tama has been busied by sheets of paper containing reports about his company. But suddenly his focus was interrupted when his sense of smell smelled a scent that was familiar to him. The smell that disturbed his calmness all day.
Mr. Tama walked to the guest table in the room. Opening the food cover in front of him, and....
"It's..." Raut sumringah was immediately plastered clearly on his handsome face.
Fried rice. This is a special fried rice made by Hera. He can't be wrong. The look and smell are the same, this must be fried rice made by Hera.
Mr. Tama immediately sat down and enjoyed his targeted food since this morning. He even forgot the pile of files he had to work on. Right now there was nothing more important than this dish in front of him.
"Hmmm... Perfect. Deon doesn't want to share it with anyone." Said Mr. Tama while enjoying his meal. The frustration of the intruder who killed his captive evaporated with the pleasure of Hera's cooking.
Hera had fallen asleep as Mr. Tama was enjoying his meal. He purposely left the food there, just in case Mr. Tama still wanted it.
"You still care about him."