The Love Slave of Mr. Casanova
Chapter 26. Fly to Indonesia Because of Food

One month passed, Mr. Maximo had not found Alea anywhere. All his men have been deployed to search for the woman to the corners of the city, but it looks like the woman is not here.

Mr. Maximo's condition is bad, but due to the demands of the job he still returns to carrying out activities as usual. Mr. Maximo is no longer drunk, it's just that the man looks more creepy than usual. Not a few employees who were fired and got an outlet of his anger that is not clear.

Already many valuables in his room were destroyed when he got information Alea has not been found. Yes, until now Mr. Maximo's men are still looking for the woman, some technologists also took part in recent days after getting an order from Petro.

The man who became Mr. Maximo's personal assistant was even overwhelmed by all the childlike behavior of his Master.

If it used to please her Master it was very easy just to hand over some women had just made her happy, then this time Mr. Maximo could no longer be given such a toy other than Alea. It seemed like her obsession towards Alea was already so acute that it was able to sacrifice everything for Alea.

"Master, it's lunch time. What do you want to eat?" Petro stared at his watch which was already showing lunch time.

"I want to eat like the one in this picture." Mr. Max thrust his cell phone at the Petro. The picture in question is a variety of traditional Indonesian snacks ranging from putu cake, klepon, cucur, gethuk trio, bengawan solo, and many more traditional foods that have a sweet taste. All the food in the picture actually made Mr. Maximo's saliva almost drip.

"T-master, how could you possibly want to eat this rare food?" Petro even gulped his saliva roughly with his eye bead patterned as soon as he saw the picture on the phone. Of course Petro knows the food, roadside snacks that are only found in Indonesia. Once when he was a spy for his enemy who fled to the area of Bali, Petro had lived there for several months disguised as a commoner. He was well versed in such foods because he used to buy frequently while passing through some merchants on the streets. Cheap food is festive but also no less delicious with high-class food.

"What do you mean? Doesn't this rare food look really good too? What's wrong if I want to?"

Actually, the choice of the Master is not wrong, only if you have to eat this food lunch then he must be willing to delay lunch for one more day.

"It's not so, sir." Petro sighed, "but the food was not sold everywhere. This food is only in Indonesia."

"Indonesian? Where's it?" Mr. Maximo felt unfamiliar with the country that had just mentioned Petro made his assistant have to be super patient and go back to explaining.

"Bali, Mister. You seem to have been there."

"Balinese? The beach?"

"Yes, Sir. The island of Bali is famous for its beautiful beaches." Sahut Petro confirms his Tua.

"Retail my schedule there right now," ordered Mr. Maximo without burden who was immediately responded to by the plotting from Petro's eyes because it was too shocked.

"T-no, T-lord. Where dare I glare at you." Petro immediately denied loudly because he did not want to make Mr. Maximo run amok.

"But the evidence just now I saw you glaring at me."

"It's just a reflex, sir. Too shocked to accidentally pop my eyes into a pattern that just happened to be staring at you." Obviously Petro again. She was really traumatized if her Master was made angry because of her. Surely the man will rampage all day even threatened to cut Petro's salary so as not to be able to hire many women.

"Yes, already. If indeed you're not glaring at me execute my orders right now,"

"S-now, Mister?" Her question again still can't believe the ridiculous wishes of Master. Soon his meeting with a big client from Bangladesh, and with as good as possible Mr. Maximo wants to fly to Indonesia right now. It doesn't make any sense.

"Of course now! You want to wait for me to starve to death, right?!" Jeez ... It turned out that his master had truly gone mad! He even willingly postponed his lunch and flew to Indonesia to eat the food shown earlier. It took him twenty-four hours to get to the country, and was he not going to eat that long? Inner Petro in the heart.

"Sir, Don't you want to find an Indonesian chef just to shorten the time?"

"No, I want to go to Indonesia now." Mr. Maximo's heart is full of emphasis and does not want to be contested.

Petro let out a frustrated sigh, for the first time Petro cursed. Though the man was the most patient man towards all the cruelty of his Master. But it turns out that his annoying behavior is actually more testing his patience than the cruelty of his master who often robs human lives.

"Good, Sir. I'll get a private jet ready." Petro finally grabbed his phone and called the flight.

Ten minutes later the deployment is ready, but that does not mean the Petro business is finished. The client who came from Bangladesh turned out to have arrived at the office, he was arguing with some of the company officials due to the cancellation of the meeting today due to the absence of Mr. Maximo as the highest shareholder.

And after all the persuasion from the Petro, the Client from Bangladesh finally relented. With reason Mr. Maximo is very ill and must be flown to Indonesia immediately make the client's heart melt. Even he prayed that his master would be given healing and a chance to live again.

Fortunately, Mr. Maximo was not there, if Mr. Maximo had heard Petro's words, he would no longer be able to see the sunrise.

"Master, everything is ready. Let's go to the airport." Petro returns to Mr. Maximo's room, who is watching a cartoon series of two bald twins. From the sound alone, it can be ascertained that this Master does not know the meaning of the spectacle, because even though Mr. Max can use many languages, it does not mean he also knows Malay. During this time his master could only speak the languages that his countries frequented, but do not know why the Master was interested in seeing the behavior of two bald children who had similar faces despite not understanding the meaning of the conversation.