Happiness Does Not Have to be Rich
Kaivan sulking

" Mister.. may I come in?" call Zahra while carrying a tray.

" In.. !" kaivan shouted from inside.

Zahra opened the door with one hand and walked over to Kaivan who was sitting on the sofa wearing his tie.

" Lister breakfast, please."

" I'm angry! Don't bother me."

Zahra looked at the astonishment of her master. The feeling from earlier Zahra did nothing, why was the master so angry?

" I'm not interrupting, Sir. Just dropping off breakfast for you."

" Don't you see I'm busy!"

Zahra was more and more astonished by Kaivan who arrived - suddenly sulking like a boy. Does anyone know why the adult man acted like a child who was forbidden to play?

" Mister why the hell? Morning - morning already horned." grumbled Zahra.

" You said I was horned, huh...! It's all because of you, Rara!" pissed Kaivan.

" i... Mister? What did I do...?

" Know Ah...! Basic insensitive."

Zahra smiled and sat down on the floor near Kaivan's seat. He doesn't care if the floor is dirty.

" What does the master want...? Do I need to call the Great Mistress to feed Mr. Kai...?"

" I'm not a kid!"

" I also know you're not a boy, Sir. From the posture alone is already big height like a giraffe." Zahra chirped.

" Raraa...!" furious Kaivan.

If he did not remember the woman in front of him, Kaivan would have punched him in the face very hard.

" Hehee... Don't sulk anymore, sir. Rara was sorry about the kitchen. Rara did not mean to patronize Master, only that Rara felt that it was inappropriate for Master to dress like that in front of the servants. Didn't you tell me yesterday that the waiter was fired for flirting with you?"

" What does this have to do with now?"

" Of course there is. Master unintentionally teased them first by dressing like that. They only reap what you plant."

" Huh... You are very smart to talk, sure only high school graduates...?"

" What's the matter, sir...? Even the village chief in my village is only a graduate of Junior High."

" It's up to you, Ra. Tired of the debate continues with you."

" I'll go out first, sir."

Zahra picked up the cloth that had covered Kaivan's body that was thrown originally in the corner of the room.

" Y...!"

" Yes, Mr...?"

" Later bring lunch to the office, I'm doing a lot of work so I won't have time to go out."

" What do you want to bring...?"

" Chicken soy sauce, capcay shrimp same fried vermicelli. Bring it for three people's portion."

" But I don't know Mr. Kai's office,"

" Let's get the driver to take you to the office."

" Okay, Mister."

After Kaivan breakfast continued to go to the office, Zahra immediately cleaned up her room. Zahra had not had time to talk much with Kaivan about Al Farizy's residence because the big boy had already sulked first.

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At eleven in the afternoon, Zahra had finished cooking to be delivered to Kaivan's office. The servants were astonished because Zahra looked very busy taking care of her master. Previously Kaivan was a person who rarely interacted with anyone let alone just a servant. They looked at Zahra with a different view. Some were envious because Zahra was so close to that handsome master. Some felt sorry for Zahra doing all her own work without anyone to help her.

" Ra... are you leaving...?" ask Nina.

" Yes, but I want to take a shower for a while" replied Zahra softly.

" Oh yes, Nin. Ask for help, can't you?"

" What...?"

" Make the driver take me to Mr. Kaivan's office."

" Oh...!"

After the bath, Zahra took the bushel she had put in a cloth bag to take to the office.

" Sir, sorry to bother you. I don't know where Mr. Kaivan's office is, so scared of going out on public transport."

" It's okay, Neng. It's my job."

" Meet me, I'm Rara..."

" Call me Mr. Herman, I am a native of Sumedang."

" Rara from Java, sir. Uh yeah, Mr. Herman, how long has it been working in the Al Farizy family?"

" It's been ten years, Neng."

" It's been a while, sir? I guess I don't work at home?"

" What's the matter, Neng?"

Zahra sighed to continue the right question so that Mr. Herman did not suspect that he was being interrogated.

" Mm... Mr. Kaivan is changed - change. Sometimes adults, but sometimes children. What was the first time Mr. Herman worked here, Mr. Kaivan was like that?"

" Hm... Mr. Kaivan has only been living for three years in Al Farizy's residence, Neng. She and her mother came after Mr. Zaid's marriage."

" So, Lord Kaivan is not Mr Zaid's real son?"

" No, Mr. Zaid's son was Muhammad Azzam Al Farizy. It had been three years since Young Master disappeared. I don't know where Young Master went, nobody knows."

" Why does Mr Azzam have to go, sir?"

" Mmm. sorry, Neng. I shouldn't have told just anyone, afraid the Big Madam was angry."

" Mmm... What about you, Neng?"

Mr. Herman looks very nervous and also hesitates to speak honestly to Zahra. Everyone must be as thoughtful as Mr. Herman. He might just believe in a new person.

" It's okay if you don't want to tell a story, maybe another time if Mr. Herman already believes in me."

" I'm sorry, Neng?"

" It's okay, sir. I also know the current position of father."

Because the road was jammed, Zahra arrived at Kaivan's office at twelve o'clock in fifteen minutes. He rushed to the lobby and approached the receptionist.

" Excuse me, madam. I want to see Mr. Kaivan." Zahra said politely.

" Has there been an appointment before, Miss?" ask the cynical receptionist.

" I asked Mr. Kaivan to deliver lunch."

" Just put it there, I'll tell Mr. Kaivan."

" But, mbak... Mr. Kaivan says_..."

" heh...! You must be just a waiter at the Al Farizy residence, don't get caught up with the CEO!"

Zahra sighed softly. He looked at the clock on his cell phone and it turned out that he was almost half an hour late to deliver food. It can be ascertained if the master returned to wrath like this morning.

" What's going on?" a firm and flat voice echoed.

" Thu... Mr. Deni," said the receptionist in fear.

" I'm sorry, sir. I was ordered by Mr. Kaivan to deliver food" Zahra said slowly.

" You're coming with me!" titah Deni flat.

" Okay, sir." said Zahra briefly.

Zahra followed Deni into the elevator. His face was pale and nervous. He should have left earlier not to be late like this.

Arriving in front of the CEO's room, Zahra hesitated to enter even though Deni had opened the door for her.

" Come in, Mr. Kaivan is waiting" Deni said.

" But I'm afraid, sir. It's already half an hour late from lunch break."

" Hhh... How long have you been working?"

" Today, sir."

" Good luck this time."

" intent... Mister?"

" No, sir is waiting for you."

Zahra walked into the room and saw Kaivan who was serious at work. They are very different compared to when at home.

" Assalamu'alaikum, sir.." said Zahra slowly.

" Wa'alaikumsalam" Kaivan replied without turning his head.

" Mister.I'm dropping off lunch for you."

" What time is it? You're gonna kill me!"

" I'm sorry, sir. So it's too late to get here."

" It's been half an hour you're late!"

" But, Mister... I'm detained the receptionist must not meet you because I'm just a waiter."

His wistful face and weakened voice made the sulking Kaivan begin to distract him from the laptop.

" Hhh, yeah, you grab a plate in the corner of the room. We're eating now. Deni, you're eating too."

" But, Mr...?"

" Oh, sit down!" Kaivan's orders.

Zahra carried three dishes and a glass of water. He deftly arranged the food on the table in front of Kaivan and Deni.

" Sir... Who's the other one for?" ask Zahra because Kaivan asked for three servings.

" For you, definitely haven't eaten at home, have you?" answer Kaivan flat.

" I can eat at home later, sir. Poor Mr. Herman waited outside late."

" Deni, tell Mr. Herman to go home!"

" Okay, Mister."

" How do I go home, sir?" zahra Protest.

" Then with me."

" Huh...! I have to wait here until night?"

" Hmm.. eat fast!"

The three of them ate in silence though in Kaivan's heart and Deni praised Zahra's excellent cuisine. It only took them fifteen minutes, they were done eating. After finishing the tableware, Zahra sat down next to Kaivan.

" Sir..is there a mushola in this office?" ask Zahra.

" It's on the ground floor, next to the canteen" Kaivan replied.

" Away, sir?"

" If you want to pray in that room alone, there is no need to go down" Kaivan said.

Zahra immediately entered Kaivan's private room to pray for zuhr because it was almost one o'clock at noon.

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