You Are My Sunshine
The Part 187
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A slap landed smoothly on the servant's cheek, leaving him astonished as he held his cheek. "Mrs-Mrs?"
"What are you really, huh? how dare you do that to my daughter!" ratih's voice echoed furiously filling the entire room.
Dara also gasped in shock when she saw the anger of her mother-in-law, so that the shard of the glass she was holding scratched injured her index finger.
"Aw.." he whimpered.
Dara reflexively put down the shards she was holding, she stood up then towards the sink flushing with water on the bleeding part. Ratih who heard Dara's moaning voice immediately distracted and stepped quickly over.
"How is this?" tanyanya's worried.
"I'm fine Mom, it's just a small wound" said Dara gently.
Ratih was very surprised by the incident this morning and did not expect the servant to be able to do anything beyond his command. It was true that he had once ordered the woman to disturb the comfort of Dara on the side of the Hero when assigning her to take over the position of Bu Rina, but now everything is different story.
"You got hurt like this. Where are the other servants?" shouts Ratih.
All the servants who had been away from the kitchen immediately came quickly and gathered there upon hearing his master's call.
"Why did you guys let Dara wander in the kitchen?" the screams are still wrapped in anger.
"I asked Mom, it wasn't their fault. I want to make you my favorite pancakes with my own hands, sorry." Dara felt bad for the other servants who also sprang into the wrath of Ratih.
Ratih's expression immediately softened hearing Dara's words, Dara's attention to him made the entire corner of his heart warm up. "You made it special for me?"
"Yes Ma'am," Dara nodded excitedly.
"Where's the pancake?" Ratih said while commenting on a smile.
"The stakes have just matured. But because it was too careless I even nudged the cup when taking the serving plate. Forgive my carelessness Ma'am," he said.
"It's just a cup, we can still buy a new one," he replied full of proclamations calming Dara.
"Let's have breakfast first," invite Ratih to Dara.
"So Mom, I'll get you the pancakes first." Dara took the pancake from the top of teflon and doused it with the strawberry sauce that was already available.
"You go first to the dining room, soon Mother will follow. Carefully step up, son." Ratih reminded Dara because there were still broken cups scattered on the floor. Dara nodded and immediately passed from there.
After Dara came out of the kitchen, Ratih turned his eyes back to all the servants who were downcast in fear.
"Why did you let Dara do it alone? what if something happened to my daughter-in-law and granddaughter, too" he asked fiercely to all the servants.
"We were helping Miss make pancakes, but the butler ordered us all to get out of the kitchen" one of them said.
Ratih glanced and nailed his sharp gaze to the woman who had been tracing the waist, making the waiter gawk clueless about what was going on, even more so when Ratih called Dara his daughter. As he remembered, the great madam hated Dara so much, but since when did everything change? Still holding his cheek he said again.
"Mrs, mom-isn't she the wife of Young Master who_"
"Enough!" Train to cut the servant's words.
"Your attitude is really disappointing. Since when do you have the authority to do as you please outside my command, huh? after breakfast time I wait in the backyard to take care of your removal from here. I don't need any incompetent workers in my residence!" firmly Train while stepping away from the kitchen.