Young Master's Personal Helper
Chapter 2: Selection

The room contained three women. There's Nayla with the two girls who are in the selection tomorrow.

“You slept in this room. For the bed, it is available. If there is something, please press the bell that is next to the door.” Saying Waiter.

One of the girls entered first, she stared at her surroundings slowly. “You are sure, that the three of us stay in one room?”

There was a sense of disbelief from the girl, making Nayla stare around the room. “Does he want to master this room by himself?” nayla's mind.

In the view of Nayla, the room that will be occupied by him, has a breadth that is able to load two cars. Then, the mattress that has been prepared, there are three mattresses there. The study table that was not used was there, the number was three. Why did the girl in front of him seem to hesitate.

The waiter smiled at the young girl in front of him. “Yakin, however you are still selected. Not yet a part of us.”

Nayla silenced to hear the servant's words. He slightly looked at the smiling Servant after speaking.

“Alright, please rest ... hm, tomorrow morning all have to gather in the place before, understand?” ask Waiter. All nod together.

“Happy rest.” The waiter left after driving them.

Ahem!

“Include, I'm Puput.” Greet the girl who has a beautiful face with a towering height.

“Should this girl be a model.”benak Nayla. Nayla nodded with her smile. “Greetings, Nayla Putri, can call Nayla kok.”

“Do not be friendly, we here are enemies not friends.

Nayla and Puput stared at the girl lying in the middle of the bed.

“I'll choose this mattress, you guys the rest.” Continue the girl.

Nayla had just seen a girl who behaved like this for the first time. “I want to drag him and throw his body away from my life.” Nayla's mind.

Because of the girl who knows what her name is. Nayla decided not to talk much. However, their arrival is the same, which is getting a job.

However, the true intentions are known only to each of them. Whether it's good or vice versa.

Her morning.

As instructed, at 6am all gathered in the living room. Of course, everything comes with an interesting makeup. Unlike Nayla who chose to be her personal, simple does not need much style.

Nayla's principle is to show your talent, not your appearance, because appearances can be deceiving. So with confidence, Nayla stood in the middle of a beautiful girl.

The sound of someone's footsteps caught their attention.by glancing at all directly lowered their heads.

“Good morning.” Sapa the Great Mistress who appeared elegantly.

“It looks like all are prepared with the selection today. Do not forget to instill in yourself the word MARI COMPETE, because today only one who lives to work here.” Said the Great Mistress who stepped closer to the sofa.

All got a sweet spark that further blew the heart. What else the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

“You!”

Nayla flinched, she felt the call was special to her.

“Who is wearing a red dress, you are saying Nak .. Here you are not a model, but a domestic worker. Appearance can be thought of. But remember, that you are here working as a domestic worker, not a model.” Clearly the Great Mistress was pointing towards the girl beside Nayla.

Who else if not the girl who acted last night. Nayla was satisfied to hear the comment.however, they were servants, not prospective daughters-in-law.

“Sorry Big madam, I will change clothes better.” Said the girl next to Nayla.

The big madam raised her hand. “No need, it will go into the assessment, so just wear it.”

Nayla felt a sigh of relief beside her. “This girl must be satisfied with her own behavior.” Benak Nayla's.

The Great Mistress stepped into the kitchen, there was already a Great Lord and Young Master enjoying their leisurely time.

Nayla did not pay attention to the presence of the Young Master.Nayla had in mind, How to pass the cooking test. Nayla is good at cooking, only she doesn't know people's tastes. Perhaps, his taste was different from his own master.

“So, what better I cook ya, omlet?, it is impossible early in the morning omlet breakfast, then what?” nayla's mind.

Ahem!

“Focus everything. We are in the kitchen, I will give 1 hour to serve the best breakfast you make...begin.” said the Madam by staring at three panicked girls.

Nayla panics because she suspects her wrong self, again she fails to focus. Though this morning before gathering, Bi Sih excited him.

“Come Nak Nayla spirit! Sorry Bi Sih did not know that there is a selection of everything. Yeah maybe the selection is because there are other people who are interested in working. For that, Bi Sih give spirit yes, hopefully Nak Nayla can work and help your mother who is in the village.”

Given Bi Sih's encouragement, Nayla got an impromptu idea. He smiled sweetly which managed to attract someone's attention.

An hour passed, the results of cooking presented on the table in front of the eyes of the homeowner.

Nayla stood up from a distance, she felt insecure about the menu made by her. Despite one menu, they had to make three dishes. Because the one who tasted it was not just the big Madam, the big Master and the young Master were tasting along.

“Hopefully no why.” Nayla's thoughts.

The sound of a spoon is heard in the ear. Nayla looked at the dining table. One dish started to be tasted by everyone.

“Who made this?” ask the big lady.

“They haven't eaten all the contents inside the spoon. Just tasting from the flavor?” nayla's mind. Again, a sense of insecurity arises.

Come on, here he feels he is following the master chef race on television. Is this how it feels to face a scary jury?

Nayla shakes to get rid of her dirty thoughts. He refocused, his eyes looking at the Soup that was already standing near the big Madam.

“Sa-ya Nyo.” Says Frog with a tight tone, He looks very nervous.

The big madam smiled at him. “Quiet, okay. What's your cooking name?” ask the big lady.

The exhalation slowly answered. “French Fries Big mistress, it's made of potatoes.”

“Interesting, surely your family has Belgian ancestry... it feels good, soft to be lipped.” Said the Great Mistress who told Puput back.

Nayla heard the incarnation was relieved. “I hope my assessment is fine.” His mind.

One dish is tucked back. Everything on the table ate tasted it slowly.

That calm state changed with faces wrinkling each other. “Hey, who cooked this meal?” asked the Big Madam by wiping the side of her lips.

Girls are acting forward with confidence. “Put this made me Big Mistress.”

Everyone looked flat at him. “OK, cook you interesting, but it feels..please, next time pay attention. Yeah no next time, hopefully you pay attention to it.” The decisive remark by the Great Mistress, she marginalized the nameless girl's cooking quickly.

The big madam took the next meal. The girl who posed with all looks chose to stand in the original place. Nayla felt sorry to see him, but was also content to see him rebuked. I don't know what happened to him.

Shaking slowly surfaced in Nayla's mind, She stared at the dish everyone had tasted. “Mother, pray for your child.” Benak Nayla's.

“Ehem! Who made this cook?” ask the Big Madam. Nayla stepped forward slowly. Both of his hands clenched tightly to dispel the feeling of nervousness.

“I-it, cook me Big madam.” Nayla looked towards the Great Mistress who was staring back at her.

“Not good as it is..”benak Nayla.