Guide Me My Wife
Babu or queen?
The morning Zahra was getting ready to move, a driver was sent to pick her up. Saras could only look at his son who was now hugging while sobbing.
"If Zahra had time to spare. Zahra's going to see mom. I take care of my health and if there is a Silvi family coming here, do not ladeni. Just ignore them, Dad."
"Dear, baby" said Saras, stroking the princess' head.
"Then Zahra said yes, Mom. Every night Zahra would always contact mom, don't forget to pray well."
"Dear, baby" said Saras, crying to see his son carrying his belongings and getting into the car.
"Zahra's gone. Assalamu'alaikum." Zahra gave her farewell from the car window.
"Wa'alaikumusalam warohmatullahi wabarakatuh, be careful dear. I love you."
Saras sat in front of the door staring at the car carrying the child was far away from him.
"Zahrah!!! Don't leave mom!" saras cried out for his fate. He used to be stuck with a lowly job until time with his son was reduced, now he is free but his son will be far from him.
"Oh Allah, protect the slave's son."
On the other hand, Zahra wiped her tears. He must be strong, the promise given by his young master has been kept so Zahra must be able to let all this happen.
"Zahra will miss mom. Zahra loves mom." Zahra held a necklace given by her mother. His mother gave him a very valuable necklace, a necklace given by his father as a sign of love for his mother.
"Zahra will keep the necklace given by father, ma'am. Zahra promised, if Zahra had money. Zahra's gonna buy me a more beautiful necklace, though it can't replace this one."
Zahra kept the necklace staring out the window. The car continued to accelerate at a moderate speed towards Raymond's mansion.
It is too early to be active for some.
After a few minutes of travel, Zahra finally arrived. In contrast to the situation in the city that was still quite quiet, in Raymond's mansion all the workers and members of the house were already awake. Very orderly no.
"Assalamu'alaikum, good morning, miss." Mr. Lim greeted while giving his greetings.
"Wa'alaikumusalam warohmatullahi wabarakatuh, sir. Good morning to you too." Zahra replied as if only, her mood is bad now.
"Welcome to Raymond's house. As a private chef, young master Raymond, you will get different facilities from chefs or other workers. Let's follow me. I'll take you to the prepared room." Zahra nodded and followed Lim's footsteps into the mansion. Zahra's stuff isn't much. Just one suitcase of clothes, and one suitcase of sandals, shoes, socks, toiletries and other necessities.
Mr. Lim took Zahra to the first floor. There's a pink door there.
Zahra's forehead is wrinkled because in his mind he will live next to the house or behind the house. But, it turned out that Mr. Lim brought her into the mansion even in the main room on the first floor.
"Please miss. This is your room permanently. Everything in there is yours and you are free to use as you please."
Zahra glanced at the pink door next to the kitchen. Zahra thought of her kitchen as there were cookware and a stove there when she accidentally saw it from the glass door.
"Is that the kitchen over there?" ask Zahra curiously. The kitchen is not here.
"Yes, lady, the kitchen was purposely made for you. So, you can make food for the young master comfortably."
Huh huh? Private kitchen? Waw.
Zahra turned her attention to the pink door and grabbed the door handle.
Chequek!
Masya Allah.
Is this babu's room or the queen's?
Zahra never thought of seeing the room he would occupy, very beautiful and also soft.
"Sir Lim. Is this my room? I think this is too much, I'm just a waiter here."
Zahra was unwilling to accept this room, however she was the servant here and had to obtain the same facilities as the other servants.
How because of this preferential treatment he instead became the target of envious people.
"Yes, madam. Excessive problems or not you can ask directly to the big madam. This room is decorated at the request of the big lady as well as the kitchen next to the lady's room."
Zahra can only give up. Yasudah, if it has been given something like this would like anything else.
"Now it's time for the young master to have breakfast. You can start cooking."
"Good sir." Zahra nodded then placed her suitcase near the closet. He went straight to the kitchen next to his room to make breakfast.
In addition to spacious, the kitchen was equipped with cooking tools and there was also a mini dining table there.
"Miss, make breakfast for the young master just like yesterday. That means you have to arrange it into a funny meal or something."
I want Zahra to laugh when she hears Mr Lim's words. A 23-year-old man likes food arranged like a child's meal.
Zahra nodded and began making breakfast with the observation of Mr. Lim.
Again, just in case Zahra pours cyanide there.
Because you've been kind enough to keep your promise. I'll make you some funny food. Hope you like it.
After a few minutes of eating bread. Finally breakfast is ready.
"Sir Lim. Who's gonna deliver this breakfast?" ask Zahra.
"Just me, miss. Please rest and clean your clothes. Have a nice day." Mr Lim also brought the breakfast that Zahra had made to Daniel's room.
Zahra who saw Mr. Lim left breathed a sigh of relief and went into his room. He immediately put his clothes into the closet and also shoes and sandals to the shoe rack that has been provided.
On the third floor.
Mr. Lim knocked on Daniel's door and automatically opened.
"Assalamu'alaikum, sir. Good morning, your breakfast is ready." Mr. Lim came in and put Daniel's breakfast on the table.
"Wa'alaikumusalam, thank you sir."
"I'll pull myself out first."
Mr. Lim came out of the room and the door closed automatically. Daniel came out of the dressing room in casual clothes. Today he will go to therapy again and meet with his friends.
Well of course closely watched by his Abi men.
Daniel sat on the sofa looking at the breakfast made especially for him. A sweet smile graced Daniel's lips.
"It's funny. I can't eat it."
Daniel would not want to eat the bread made by Zahra greedily. After therapy, he wanted to eat again. Again and again.
Zahra's cooking is like opium to her.
Remember that! the cooking is doang yah. If the person has not become opium^_^
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Who said Daniel was starting to wash. Here you come let the author hit that nose pointed.
Not as fast as that viewer😅
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