Young Master's Personal Helper
Chapter 32: Declaring

The atmosphere of the enclosed space was so silent mixed with sweat. The men in suits were so confused to make a sound because their boss was silent.

Afraid of anger, the meeting held this morning ended quickly. Raga who held the meeting this time could only sigh.

"Sir, are you going to keep pensive like this?" ask Raga.

Vinlo sighed. He got up from his seat and stepped out of the room. Seeing the behavior of his Young Master, Raga could only shake his head. "It's only been a day of parting ways with Nayla. He looks like a tree without leaves, pathetic."

In the living room, Vinlo dropped himself on the soft sofa. He laid his head down and breathed fresh air around him.

"Huh, boring." chirped Vinlo. Fingers massage the base of the nose to calm themselves.

"It was only one day apart. You look like an old tree. If it's like this, do we just go back?" raga Proposal.

A waiter serves drinks on the table with sweet dishes to be his friend. After she left, Raga ate the sweet dish while looking at Young Master Vinlo.

"If it were that simple, I would have decided to come back today as well. You know, Rajt's family loves to play. They're postponing this meeting." - annoyed Vinlo.

Raga who was busy eating sweet dishes, cursed. "Not that time, you put it off too. They must have avenged your actions."

Lazily Vinlo turned the eyeball. He took a glass and drank it. The coldness of the drink calms the hot heart. Vinlo admits, he misses Nayla.

"Sir, I have something to ask you." Raga wiped her mouth with the hand cloth she was carrying. "Say." Said Vinlo while putting a glass on the table.

"The bracelet is Nayla-,"

"Don't say his name if he doesn't exist. Only I can call her Nayla." Vinlo cut Raga's words with a sharp look.

Hearing that, Raga was silent for a moment. "Then what should I call him?" his mind.

As if knowing the way Raga thought, Vinlo said. "Call her, Miss Nayla."

Raga was stunned to hear the words of the Young Master in front of him this. She felt like silencing her Master's mouth and said 'Nayla is not your wife or yours.' But alas, all those words were only in his mind.

"Okay, Miss Nayla." said Raga. Vinlo nodded his head in agreement to hear his secretary's words. "Ehem, so there's something I want to ask. Where did you get that beautiful bracelet? I guess, there's no chance for you to buy it." Raga continued.

Vinlo answered casually. "That's a bracelet, my mother's relic."

"Huh?" Raga was surprised by Young Master's reply. He knew very well, this bracelet of his Master's birth mother was very valuable. So valuable, the bracelet was always worn by Vinlo. Never get out unless it's dirty or broken.

The bracelet with purple gems became a favorite item for Vinlo himself. Now, the Bracelet has been given to a girl who was only 1 month known by Vinlo.

"Master, you gave the bracelet, it's the same as proposing to her. Are you sure about all that?" I doubt, doubt all of this. He knew his Young Master, the seriousness of this Master was not underestimated. What makes Raga more hesitant, the relationship between her Master and Nayla. Can all of this happen?.

"Surely, even though I don't know how Nayla feels about me yet" Vinlo replied. He lowered his head with a sad look.

Not having the heart to see his Master like this, Raga gave a proposal. "How about, after we get back from this business. You expressed love to Miss Nayla."

Vinlo stared at the secretary sitting in front. The proposal that Raga said had a point. Why he doubts his own decision. Better yet, he moved quickly before Nayla moved away from him.

"You're right, all right. I will confess my love to him." Vinlo decision. Raga nodded hearing that. He felt relieved when his Master got excited again.

...-*-...

His mother's job is not difficult, just picking fruits that are ready for sale. From citrus fruits, mangoes, dragon fruit and guava fruit. Each basket is worth money.

When she found out her mother worked like this, Nayla helped to increase the cost. Actually, Nayla wanted to give money to her mother. However, he was doubtful about the salary that Young Master Vinlo gave.

"Oh, Nak Nayla, how are you?" ask a mother who works in the garden. Nayla with her trademark smile replied. "Good Mbok."

Mbok calls other than Auntie or Auntie. Every day in the village, Nayla always calls the mothers Mbok.

"Thank God. I rarely see Nayla here. How's the job in town? What's hard?"

"No Mbok, his job has become a habit of Nayla. So, nothing is hard."

"Then it's good. Nayla also looked happy. Yes, yes, in the further work. We're both looking for money."

Nayla nodded, she re-picked the guava fruit to fill her basket. "Mother!" exciting Nayla.

The mother stood not far from Nayla. "Hm, why?"

"Sorry Mom, Nayla can't give you money yet." Nayla's tone was so weak. He's not happy to talk about this.

"Hey come on, I don't expect your money, son. What I hope is your happiness. We can find money, but happiness for a child, it's hard to get." Nayla's mother explained calmly to her daughter.

Durvin wanted Nayla to be with him. However, if it was in the village, Nayla would only end up like this. Durvin wants Nayla to work for herself and be able to realize her own wishes. As a mother, Durvin admitted to failing to educate and care for Nayla. He could only give a simple thing that was so far away from the children of today.

Therefore, Durvin was so willing to release his son in the city. Of course it wasn't easy for him, He had to reprimand Nayla so as not to get entangled with the painful relationship.

"Hm, Nayla understands ma'am." Lirih Nayla's. The mother nodded and resumed her work.

At noon, Nayla stops working with her mother. Because she had to return late in the afternoon, Nayla decided to go home with her mother.

At home, Bi Sih and Laisa were sitting in the guest chair. Seeing them, Nayla and her mother rushed over.

"Have you waited a long time?" ask Durvin. Bi Sih shook his head and replied, "We arrived 20 minutes ago."

"Auntie, Answer just arrived." said Laisa. Bi Sih laughed with such a crisp joke.

"Nayla, get ready, son. Bi Sih has picked you up." said Durvin. He patted Nayla's back gently and set his eyes on the door.

Nayla rushed in with Laisa. The two of them stepped slightly running, leaving the two old men wanting to talk.

"Currently, can you keep an eye on Nayla" Durvin said.

Bi Sih confusedly asked. "What should I watch?"

"Nayla, she seems to like her own master. That can't happen." Durvin explained.

Bi Sih sighed hearing her words. "What did you say? Poor Nayla, our time must stop their love. You want her to be hurt by this?"

Durvin stared intently at Bi Sih. "I've experienced it before. Then it ends with me being cast out. Luckily, I didn't make out with my own master. So, I don't want my daughter to experience it."

"You think too much. Nayla knows the limits and we don't know what the heavens are destined for her. Who knows, Nayla gets a nice guy who will always be with her." Bi Sih explained. Durvin who heard it could only fall silent.