Trapped by Love The Dishwasher
A Chef Chef

Tiara clenched tightly onto Qiana who was currently on her lap, unwilling to let go. They sat in the middle seat of the Alpard car that Arga was driving while Arzan sat next to him. They are currently heading to the main residence of the El Malik family. After convincing Tiara to come with him, Arzan chose to go straight home and would not return to the office. He still has to make sure about his daughter's safety and comfort with the stranger.

Arga occasionally glanced at Tiara from the rearview mirror that was on the wheel. Observing the girl who always showed a sparkling face every responded to Qiana's chirping. Not much different from Riki, Arga felt familiar when he first saw the hijab girl. His mind was glaring, recalling where he had seen the girl. While Arzan focused on the tablet that was in his grasp. Several job reports were already chaining up to his email, queuing up for review and approval.

"How was the result of the meeting with FD Furniture?" Arzan started the chat while checking some reports on his tablet. The atmosphere was silent, there was no answer from the person he was asking. All that was heard was Qiana's babble answered by Tiara in a fairly slow tone. Tiara was still very happy to be in that car.

"Ga!" Arzan called out the name of his assistant but the one asked shook his head, focusing on the occasional path his eyes glanced at the girl behind him from the rearview mirror.

Arzan frowned, only this time he did not get a quick response from his assistant. Curious, Arzan glanced at Arga to see the man was stealing a glance towards the back.

"Mkk...." Arzan was upset when he found out that his assistant was observing the girl with his daughter. Arzan changed his sitting position sideways, just now he was about to reprimand his assistant that suddenly the car he was riding stopped. They had already reached the main residence.

Arga immediately went down after arriving at the courtyard of his boss' house, he really did not sting his boss' question. Arga opened the door for the boss. After making sure the boss got out of the car he then opened the door of the middle car, leaving it open he took two steps back to make room.

Tiara came out carrying Qia, the boy fell asleep when Tiara told the stories of the prophet, Qiana was enthusiastic about listening to the story she had just learned so that she ended up sleeping on Tiara's lap. Tiara swiftly got out of the car she had a little trouble walking because the height of Qiana with her long legs slightly blocked Tiara as she stepped.

Arzan approached towards him, he intended to take Qiana from Tiara's lap. Tiara who saw Arzan thrust her hand looked doubtful yet this was her chance to slightly stretch her hands which was quite a bit sore from quite a long time staking Qiana since in the car.

As Arzan approached, he could clearly see Tiara's face from an intimate distance. He even looked less focused with his initial goal of taking Qiana in Tiara's sling. His gaze focused on Tiara's face, sweet she said inwardly.

'It is only fitting that Arga keeps glancing at him' he swore in his heart.

Qiana had already changed hands, Arzan turned his face as Tiara looked up. He walked first in front of Tiara, but Arzan's movements again disturbed Qiana.

"Sister, beautiful sister" Qiana blinked her eyes as she called out to Tiara.

"It's a pity, Big Brother is here" hearing Qiana calling him reflex made Tiara approach towards Arzan, aligning their steps.

Their arrival was greeted boisterously by Madam Ratih and Ina, the baby sitter Qiana.

"Unfortunately oma has come home, here is the same dear oma" Madam Ratih stretched her arms to hug Qiana, but Qiana shook her head, she tightened her arms around the papi's neck.

"Who is this?" madam Ratih's attention turned to the figure of the veiled girl who looked young. Looks like she is below Ina, thought madam ratih.

"I......" Tiara who was about to reply came to a halt when Arga was suddenly already behind her,

"She's the pretty sister that Qiana Madam meant, today Qiana asked her to cook the food that she had eaten with Qiana back then so we brought her here. Introduce yourself" said Arga, he snatched away the details of Tiara and the purpose of his arrival to the house.

Tiara nodded her head confirming what Arga said, she reached out to Madam Ratih to introduce herself.

"Tiara, Madam" Tiara's hand was welcomed by Madam Ratih.

"I'm Ratih, Qiana's mom. Sorry my grandson has been a problem.

"No mistress, no trouble at all" Tiara replied honestly, but her answer turned out to make Arga thump her lips. Because at the restaurant was hard-earned he persuaded and convinced Tiara to want to come with them. Tiara glanced at Arga, knowing that the man was staring at her. He only grimaced when their sight momentarily met. The interaction of the two of them was accidentally caught by netra Arzan, he slightly frowned in surprise with his assistant. As short as his knowledge is not usually he interacts like that with other people let alone women.

Tiara immediately turned her gaze to Ina, she extended her hand to the girl.

"Tiara" Tiara said, calling back her name while shaking hands with Ina.

"I'm Ina, I'm Miss Qiana's nanny" Ina replied kindly.

"Then let's go in, you don't hesitate" Mrs Ratna invited Tiara in, and followed by the others.

Entering the mansion, Tiara was as if de javu. He remembered his family. Spreading his gaze to every corner of the house He used to have some luxuries like the one he saw today, although not as luxurious as in this house. But his family used to include people who are well-off even excessive. But the circumstances that befell the father made the flow of his family life changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Please sit down, Ina please tell Bi Asih to make you drink and others" Madam Ratih gave orders to Ina, it also returned Tiara's consciousness from her daydream.

"Sister, come with me to the kitchen. I'll show you the kitchen where we're cooking" Qiana approached Tiara who had just landed her body on the soft sofa that was in the living room. Madam Ratih deliberately brought Tiara directly into the room to be more familiar.

"But the lady has to change clothes first" Ina reminded the little lady to change clothes. At the moment Qiana was still wearing her school uniform.

"Yes dear, change clothes first so that the cooking will be more comfortable if you still wear school uniforms, it will be less comfortable. It was a dress made to school" tiara chimed in as Qiana showed reluctance to change clothes.

Qiana nodded, understanding Tiara's explanation.

"But Big Brother come to my room huh" whined Qiana. Tiara turned her head towards Ina and Madam Ratih.

"Yes, can. Later delivered Mbak Ina ya to Qianya's room" Madam Ratih understood Tiara's gaze. He also agreed to his grandson's wishes.

Tiara fulfilled her promise, she cooked the menu that Qiana wanted. Tiara deftly wrestled with the ingredients and kitchen utensils are all luxurious. Of course, this is not difficult for Tiara, although she used to come from a family but the upbringing of the mother is so thick. Making Tiara an independent and unpretentious girl figure.

His mother always said that if as great as a woman, no matter how high her education and position she still had to remember if her main task was at home. Being a good wife and mother to her husband and children. That made Tiara master almost all the skills that a woman should have. Cooking, washing, tidying up the house and even gardening are skills that the mother has always taught her since she entered elementary school. So when Tiara had to be away from the family, she was already independent enough to be able to live alone.

Dinner time arrived Qiana who had been neatly bathed and changed clothes with Ina was ready to sit in a regular chair where she ate with family. Qiana wanted to help Tiara cook, until her clothes were dirty and again bathed by Ina. So did Mrs Ratih. He was so happy to see what Tiara presented.

"Madam, I got a new recipe from Non Tiara. This was immediately tried mumpung still no master chef" bi Asih reported his new findings today. Proudly he showed the results of cooking which he thought was a Tiara recipe, of course, the manufacturing process was directly assisted by Tiara.

"really? what'sthat?" ask Mrs Ratih enthusiastically.

"It's a chicken opor ma'am, but how to make it rrrr. Guaranteed to feel even outside the usual rrrr" Bi Asih replied with an expression that made everyone laugh. Tiara just smiled knot looking at the action of bi Asih.

"Non Tiara is cool, young but smart to cook. Udah fit as a wife" kelakar Bi Asih increasingly warms the atmosphere. Usually, the dinner moment was only followed by Madam Ratih and Qiana. Not infrequently he also asked the servants in his house to accompany him to eat.

Arzan eats out more often. He always comes home late. Since his wife's death he has been more workaholic, although his priority remains Qiana. Occasionally eat at home if the princess asks but is different from tonight. The atmosphere in the dining room feels warmer. The presence of Tiara in the kitchen that is united with the dining room makes the atmosphere different. Everyone there welcomed him well.

"Auntie don't overdo it, just be normal. Chicken opor is definitely what it tastes like" Tiara lows, praised for its delicious cuisine is nothing new to Tiara. His friends always say if the cuisine is very good even can be pitted with cuisine in a five-star hotel though.

"I try to taste yes" Mrs Ratih grabbed the plate and spoon nearby, she also scooped the chicken opor sauce that had been presented on the table. From the smell he could already guess if it must taste good.

"Eummmm.." Madame Ratih chews chicken that feels very tender and permeates the seasoning. He again scoops the chicken opor sauce and feeds it.

"Oma, Qia mau" Qiana who had since noticed her omens were tempted by the chicken opor, the expression that Madam Ratih showed made her swallow saliva.

"Ina, call Arzan and Arga quickly. He had to feel the good taste of this chicken opor" ignoring the request of his granddaughter, Madam Ratih told Ina to call her son.and her assistant.

"Okay, Madam" Ina passed into her master's office.

"Oma, I want to" Qiana again whined.

"Yes baby, yes, sorry ifa keasikan herself. The chicken opor is so good. You must like it" Madame Ratih took the plate and scooped the chicken opor for her grandson.

"Eumm..delicious.." the expression that Qiana showed was not much different from Madam Ratih made Tiara smile happily as her cooking matched on their tongue.

"Honey, the corn stir-fry is also ready you know..." Tiara reminded the little girl with her initial wish.

"Eummh.iya sister, I want to but I want to finish the chicken opor first, delicious" Qiana replied with a mouth full.

"What do the papi eat? so rich. Don't you wait for Papi?" Arzan followed by Arga came to the princess. He immediately interrogated the princess who was eating voraciously.

In contrast to Arzan, the aroma of cooking that pierced the nose of Arga is very appetizing. For a long time he had not tasted home cooking, from the aroma of Arga could distinguish. He pulled out his chair and sat there. Directly take the golden yellow corn parchment that seized his attention. Sometimes he glanced at Tiara with red cheeks as he had just finished cooking. He arranged all the results of his cooking that looked appetizing at the dining table.

"Darling, you should eat this. It's the best chicken opor you've ever eaten" Mrs Ratih spoke to her son without distracting him from the plate she now had added.

"It's also delicious, crunchy and savory" Arga chimed in, she again stuffed the second piece of fried food she took into her mouth.

Arzan wondered if he would sit down and take a plate. Dinner began, after Qiana loudly read the do'a before eating, a moment that was missed because so excited madam ratih enjoyed the chicken opor that initially only wanted to taste, but it turned out to make noise.

Tiara joined them, while bi Asih and Ina returned to the back. They enjoyed a separate dinner, along with other workers in the house. Tiara deliberately cooked in large portions after previously asking how many people the house was occupying. All the workers enjoyed the same cuisine, as the cook at the house was very enthusiastic to show off the new recipe he got from Tiara, the chef said, Ina who usually joined in the dining room because she was feeding Qiana now joined the other workers because Qiana was willing to eat alone. Nani is the worker in charge of the clothing section, Reni and Bi Anah who is responsible for cleanliness and tidiness in this house, Mang Dodo is a gardener and Pak Pendi is a family driver who has devoted his life since Mr. Malik still there also joined to enjoy dinner. Not to forget the security guard Rido who stood bye in front was sent dinner by bi Asih. They all dissolve in the pleasure of dinner together with special dishes according to them.

While in the dining room, all fell silent. Each enjoyed their food. Qiana who usually always chattered now focused on her food. Every now and then a good word came out of his mouth as he put the food into his mouth. He added the portion of his meal as well as Madam Ratih and Arga. Arzan smiled happily to see his daughter eat with voraciously this time he saw the princess was so happy while eating, he also really enjoyed his dinner this time.

"So you work at a restaurant? as chef?" Madam Ratih finally let go of the silence, she asked Tiara while still enjoying her dinner.

"Yes Madam, I used to work at the restaurant Insya Allah tomorrow he said he had started to work again" Tiara glanced at Arga and Mr. Arzan, who were glimpsed by the henchmen with his food. "But open as a chef." Tiara answered honestly.

"Huh, as what?" Madam Ratih stopped her meal, turning to look at Tiara waiting for a response.

"Dishwasher, Madam" Tiara replied.

"What?" saddened by the surprise of Mrs Ratih stopped the eating activities of Arzan and Arga who are now being stared sharply alternately by the mother.

"I don't know mistress, Riki hired her" Arga quickly replied, looking safe. Madam Ratih turned to the son.

"That's none of my business, Mam" replied Arzan no less to make Mrs Ratih even more upset.

"Then, beautiful sister works here just so that every day can masakin Qia" Qiana who is cool to enjoy her food was disturbed, too, he spoke with his mouth full of corn stir-fry that had not been chewed making Arzan and Arga sculpt for a moment.