Some Go And Come

Tired, that was all that could be described Leo's current state. He had set foot on the floor of his stately home, without a woman following him, of course. It's annoying if Azrell comes here, he can't do all his work because that woman forbids him.

Previously, he had briefly rested at Azrell's house. Waking up because he remembered having to fly to Mexico to meet his great colleagues who were there, he was very willing to fly there because apart from being a professional, he should not waste the opportunity to work with famous great colleagues who were there who were still comparable with Luis Company.

It was almost evening, but that didn't make him go to the bathroom to wash his body and come back wearing the proud tuxedo that had clung to his burly body.

Looking at the clock, it showed six o'clock in the afternoon. Approximately the journey from London to Mexico only takes 9 hours 55 minutes at the speed of his private jet. Who said he left the jet at the airport? Of course, he has his runway not far from his house. Time and time again, it was true that respected people like him liked to live outside the luxurious grounds along with the others.

He took the briefcase that held all of his important documents, then carried it with his left hand. Tidying up a little tie, and already wearing better leather shoes don't need to mention the price.

Leo started walking out of the room, then down the stairs. He passed Chef Bara, who seemed like he wanted to warm up to make something for his master.

"What are you doing, Bara? How come you are ready to wear the uniform and all kinds of cooking equipment and materials?"

"Ah, sir, I would like to make dinner for you. And where are you going in a hurry?"

Leo massaged the bridge of his nose, forgetting that he had not yet given his final schedule to several of the maids who headed this important job at his house, including Bara. "Ah, sorry, this is my fault, I haven't given a schedule yet?" he said in a calm voice.

But now in his heart, a feeling of guilt arose. Because if he had to be busy like this, Bara could go home to spend dinner time with his family.

"Not yet, sir."

"So I'm not having dinner here tonight. I also have to go to Mexico for some important work."

"When are you coming back?"

"Because I only went there with pilots and bodyguards, maybe only three days."

"Okay, sir."

"And during that time, you have to keep working. And you can cook whatever you want, just take the servants of this house to have a meal together. Think of it as three days free without me."

"But sir, that is very disrespectful."

"Then, just arrange it as you like."

Leo raised his hands in the air, interrupting Bara who wanted to say more contradictions. He signals that he doesn't want to be rejected anymore. Besides, what was wrong with his words? Too good, huh? Not, think of those words just as a gift to the servants for their cooperation.

"By the way, if a woman comes here, just tell me there's something important to do in Mexico."

Leo thought about Azrell, who had not heard from him. When he gets on a private jet later, he is always reluctant to play with his cell phone. End with drinking and playing carom with his bodyguard, which he always hires if he wants to go somewhere far away.

Bara was seen nodding his head, all she could do was obey all of Leo's words. "Yes sir, do you have any more messages for him?" he asked in a tone that looked relaxed but also politely.

Leo thought for a moment, what if Azrell goes berserk? Ah, the woman will certainly turn into a wild lion who will pounce on her. "Then, just serve the most special food. Lobster or whatever is up to you," he said.

In Leo's house, there are many kinds of food menus, almost all ingredients are available. If something is not fresh, the man will immediately tell Bara to process it and eat it or bring it home to the family.

Too rich, but never arrogant. Leo is the perfect man who lost his woman, will you accompany him?

"Fine, sir. Later I will present the most special menu so that your woman is not disappointed with your departure,"

"Don't let her go berserk or get angry if you can let that woman do anything in this house later. Please serve her well,"

"Yes sir, noted."

After being satisfied with the message he conveyed, Leo continued his steps to get out of this magnificent house, the result of his hard work. Stared at his private driver, then nodded his head. "Let's go," he said, pointing to a man in a uniform when he was ready.

"Yes, Sir."

Leo opened the car door, then started to get into his car at the back door.

"Mexico, here I come," muttered Leo, who managed to fasten the seat belt on him. Three days of work at the same time traveling, relieving fatigue from all the busyness of London.

...

"I'm a household assistant."

"No dress and no money."

"I'm a household assistant."

"Sad face did not expect a prince."

Felia, who was holding a mop, wiped the sweat from her temples. She smiled with satisfaction when the song that came out of her mouth was finished at the same time as today's household duties were finished.

She looked out, the row of houses lined up around the yard was already reflected in the orange light which indicated that the sun was about to set.

"I think seeing the sun on the beach is good, just try the view in front of this house directly to the beach, it will be very beautiful and pretty."

It had been such a long time since she last took a walk, it felt like she needed some fresh air but she didn't want to waste the opportunity to work and earn money. It might be a good idea to set aside a little of her salary. She is currently focused on working hard first, then enjoy the results at the end of the struggle.

Staring at the mop as if the inanimate object was someone else, she pursed her lips. "It sucks, if one mop costs a thousand dollars, I'll sell it and maybe I'll be rich," she says. But in the next second, she immediately chuckled. See, her abstract nature has taken hold of her, oh my goodness.

Waiting for the floor to dry, she just sat in a chair in front of the porch and looked at her rocking legs back and forth.

Slippers cost seven dollars, T-shirts for five dollars, paired with shorts for four dollars. It felt like she could never coexist with a perfect man.

Tin

Tin

(Car horn sound)

Felia lifted her head, then saw a BMW that started to enter the yard of her employer.

Waiting for someone who has parked her car in the main yard, then a woman is seen getting out of her car.

"Ica!" she screamed, not expecting her to come, put a mop near the corner of the room, and began to get up from her chair.

She ran towards the woman she called Ica with a broken smile, began to reach out, and began to hug the woman's body tightly. "OHH YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!!"

"Felia, are you hugging me or choking me?"

With a little grimace, because this act was too much, Felia immediately let go of her hug. "Aish sorry I'm so excited, Ica!"

"Miss me, do you?"

"Of course, let's swap stories!"

"But with a face mask, okay?"

Felia raised an eyebrow, then shook her head. "No, what are face masks for? It's a waste of money and doesn't matter." Yes, it is rare, ah not uncommon, but she has never treated her face with various kinds of instant treatments that are widely sold in shopping centers and supermarkets. But until now, her face still looks as soft as a baby's skin.

"Come on, just once, okay?"

Seeing Ica's face, who put on a pitiful face, Felia immediately exhaled. "All right, just this once," she says.

"But if you're addicted, I'll give you all my favorite face masks."

"No, that won't happen. Like an impossibility, it definitely won't."

Ica, who heard Felia's words, chuckled and liked to tease her the most about sensitive topics like this. "Why are you outside? Instead of outside, it's better to watch television while eating yogurt, ah that's delicious," she said, looking away.

Felia turned to the mop in the corner of the porch, pointing at her hand. "That, I just finished mopping. Do not go in yet, you will slip because you are afraid that it will not dry up. Later, I will be scolded, Sir," she said.

"Just call Dad, my parents are your parents too," said Ica, who took Felia's hair mane, then put it behind her ear.

Felia chuckled, Ica's words sounded impossible. "Ah no, it doesn't feel right," she said, rejecting the woman's words.

"Ah, I'll tell Dad to tell you to occupy my room, why do you still live in a place full of trash in the backyard?" said Ica who did have a coercive nature. Besides, she was doing this for Felia's good, not for herself.

"Comfortable, maybe?" Felia answered with a confused look. She seemed to sound doubtful with her answer.

"It's not about comfort, it's about things that make you feel good," said Ica with a smile that is very sweet and charming.

Paying attention to Felia who looks far behind with women who have high-level fashion is famous every year. Especially looking at that thin body, gosh she looks so slender.

"B-but ..."

"Don't argue with Azrella Farisha Wallie, Felia."

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