Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Al Farizy Palace

" Mmm... Ah, I'm ashamed to speak of age, sir. This sir see for yourself." Zahra offered her identity card which she took from her bag.

" Hahahaa, you are so funny, Ra. I'm starting to like you." Kaivan sees Rara's identity card at a glance just limited to her name and date of birth.

" Who...! You're only twenty?" kaivan said with a smile.

What!!! Twenty years? Bima is really outrageous, is her face still worthy of being called a twenty-year-old girl? Zahra will protest at his boss who has made his fake identity arbitrary.

" Mmm... My face is too old, huh?"

" No, it's not that. You are a baby face in my opinion. I thought you were 17."

" Is... Sir don't taunt me."

" Come with me to the house."

" But, Mr.... If Mr. Kaivan's family or wife does not accept me how?"

" I don't have a wife yet, my parents can accept my decision."

Kaivan pulls Zahra's arm into his luxury car. His smile was fully developed as if the durian had collapsed.

" Why is Mister smiling so?" ask Zahra astonished.

" Well, it's okay, it looks like you can be a fun friend." replied Kaivan casually.

Kaivan turned back to enter the elite complex. In less than five minutes, he had entered the courtyard of his house which was very spacious.

" Who...! This is Mr Kaivan's house? Just like a palace, just this time it entered a palace. Ck!"

Zahra was amazed to see the splendor of the house or it could be called the palace of Al Farizy. She did not expect that her husband turned out to be a big-class conglomerate.

" This is not my house, Ra. This is my papa's house, Zaid Al Farizy."

" Al Farizy...? So this house belongs to that famous businessman? If it's your father's house, it means it's yours too. Doesn't the parent's property later be passed on to his child?"

" The next time I tell you, let's get down!"

Zahra followed Kaivan towards the main door. His heart was beating very fast even though he had prepared all this thoroughly. Maybe because she is currently dealing directly with her husband's family.

" Rara's... Comein! How long do you want to be a statue there?" kaivan's orders that see Zahra staring at the door.

" Ac.yes, Sir. The house is very nice, like a palace. I can't breathe to see it." said Zahra.

Entering the house, Zahra met directly with a pair of middle-aged men and women. They stared at Zahra sharply, as if wanting to skin her.

" Kai.. Who is that woman?" asked the middle-aged woman cynically.

" Mommy what the hell? He will be my personal servant. Kai doesn't want to be like yesterday anymore, Mami don't reject my decision!" answer Kaivan flat.

" Once, Mi. If it was Kaivan's choice, it meant that the woman was indeed trustworthy." said the middle-aged man beside her.

They are Zaid and his second wife, Nella. Zahra could recognize them from the photos Rayyan showed. Azzam's birth mother was nowhere to be seen around the room.

From the first entrance to the gate, lined up dozens of guards in every corner of the house. From a single glance, it was certain that there were over fifteen people on the page. In the side and back corners there must be more.

" Heh.. You! Sure you want to work here? Remember that! If you betray, your life is in return!" exclaiming Nella.

" Iy. yeah... Madam." replied Zahra while looking down.

" my... Kai wants him to be a special servant to me, so don't tell him to work another one. Kai doesn't like anyone bullying him in this house." Kaivan said.

" Who is she until you insist that she be a servant here?"

" Mi..what's wrong with helping people who need a job?"

" It's... Don't argue anymore, Kai. We'd better get to the office now." Lerai Zaid.

Zahra can capture a sincerity and kindness in Kaivan. Mr. Zaid also seemed like a good person, the look on his eyes looked at him in shade.

" Rara.. let me show you the room you need to clean and what work you need to do" Kaivan said.

" Okay, Mister."

Zahra bowed her body to the Master and Madam before following Kaivan's steps upstairs.

Arriving in front of a room with a carved golden door, Zahra was amazed to crackle softly.

" Rara..that's not my room, right here!" reproach Kaivan.

" That's my sister's room."

" Sister...? Sir has a sister...? Isn't Mr Al Farizy's son just one? Mr. Kaivan is Mr. Al Farizy's only son, right?"

" I don't have time to answer your questions. Get in my room!"

Kaivan informs about Zahra's duties in her room. Starting from making the bed, mopping the floor, cleaning the bathroom to washing and preparing all the clothes that will be worn Kaivan.

' O God, my husband still often washed himself, this is all I have to prepare. He thinks I'm his wife'.

Zahra can only curse in his heart to launch his mission. He had a lot of patience to deal with this troublemaking family.

" Sir, do I have to stay here or come home every afternoon?"

" Do you have a home?"

" I can rent a contract, sir."

" At the back there's a waiter's room, you'll stay there. Oh yeah, you can cook, right?"

" Can, Sir. But only kampung cuisine, if cooking western food can not."

" Wowww... You know western food too?" Kaivan laughed with Zahra's innocence.

" lh... Sir don't bully me. I often hear that word from my former employer. Every meal you eat has to go to a restaurant."

" Sorry... From now on, you have to cook for me. I don't want another waiter's cooking."

" Okay, Mister."

" Smart girl." Kaivan rubbed Zahra's head wrapped in the veil.

After informing him of his duties, Kaivan escorted Zahra to his room in the back. He also introduced Zahra to the servants he passed by.

" Yes, you rest first. Later clean my room, it must be finished before Maghrib continues to cook dinner for me." Kaivan ordered.

" I'm sorry, Mister. What time do you usually go home?" ask Zahra.

" Six or seven to the house. I usually eat at eight in the evening. Remember that! Don't cook it too sweet and don't use flavoring."

" Okay, Mister."

After Kaivan left, Zahra laid her body on a mattress that only fit one person. There had not been half an hour in this house, but the aura already seemed uncomfortable. Moreover, the sharp gaze of Nella, Azzam's stepmother makes him have to be more vigilant.

While thinking about the next step, suddenly there was a knock from the outside. Zahra rushed to open it, fearing her employer would return.

" Hey.." greet the two girls in front of Zahra's room door with a smile.

" Hey.. Come in." said Zahra softly.

" Thank you, we just delivered your uniform. Because you're hijab-wearing, so you just wear the boss. Oh yeah, we haven't met."

" My name is Rara."

" I'm Nina..."

" I'm Sita."

The three of them sat on Zahra's bed to familiarize themselves. Zahra was happy that there were still people who wanted to be friends with her. Earlier, when Zahra entered with Kaivan, there were a lot of cynical gazes from the servants who didn't seem to like her.

" This house is good, right? It's like a palace in a fairyland. Many bodyguards and servants were keeping watch closely for the Master and Madam" Zahra said.

" You're right, Al Farizy Palace is indeed very beautiful. But_.." said Sita slowly.

" But what...?"

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