12. Spicy food

"I want a model that is simple and not sexy. If it's a skirt, I prefer the knee-length one." Calista replied.

"Hmm okay, let's have a drink first, then let's go to the first floor and choose the clothes you will wear tomorrow, okay?" Calista nodded and immediately drank the cold water in one gulp.

Sara led Calista to a row of formal wear trolleys. Calista, who in her life had never seen even in a boutique, gaped wide and her eyes widened. For some reason, Sara likes Calista's innocence. Usually, women who stop by their boutiques are socialite-style with swaying bodies and thick lips, and well-known brand clothes. But not the very modestly dressed Calista. The shirt and jeans that Calista was wearing, Sara estimated at no more than 100 thousand. Several boutique employees whispered in surprise to see their own boss accompanying Calista to choose clothes.

After 1 hour, Calista finally found the right model for her to wear. Tosca green long-sleeved shirt with overall buttons and a skirt below the knee in the same color, short-sleeved shirt, and material pants, as well as several other models that don't need to be sexy but still elegant.

"Thank you so much for your help, mom." Calista hesitated to call mama because all pairs of eyes were on her. Maybe she is the wholesaler today who carries dozens of paper bags containing dozens of work clothes. Calista originally only wanted two after the base color so it could be mixed and matched at any time. But Sara did not allow it. She wanted Calista to wear a different work attire every day. Sara completes Calista's appearance with various branded bags that match her outfit as well.

"Equally love. I hope you can change my son to be better and humane." Sara whispered while hugging her paid daughter-in-law but had managed to steal her heart since today.

Calista came out of the boutique like a crazy shopping socialite. Everyone who saw it was amazed by the many bags that filled the trunk of her car.

"Mrs. Hera, can I stop by to buy some spicy food? I've been missing street food for a long time. Soon we will pass. On my way here, I saw a seller's cart." Calista asked while half whining.

"Yes, madam, but don't be too spicy. I don't want you to have a stomach ache and I will also be blamed by the master." Hera replied with a small smile.

"No problem, I'm good at eating spicy. So take it easy. Later on the left, there will be a handyman's wagon, please stop for a moment." Calista said.

"Okay, madam." The cart in question was already in sight. Calista got out of the car and asked to order two servings. After 10 minutes of waiting, finally, the spicy food that was put into the styrofoam container was ready to be taken home. It is not an environmentally friendly food container. But, if the buyer doesn't prepare her own place to eat from home, so accept it as-is from the seller.

"Do you want it? I bought two and they are all demon level." Calista answered while raising and lowering her eyebrows with a look as if it was scary.

"Thank you, Madam. Even without a demon level, I can't even eat spicy food." Hera replied.

"Oh, how come? Too bad then." Answer back Calista. "I'll just give one portion to the others later at home. Because there's no way I can eat it all." Callista said again.

"I have an acute gastric ulcer, madam. So I can't eat extreme foods." Hera said.

"Extreme? Hahahaha .... you are there. It's extreme when you eat lizard satay, anaconda intestines, gorilla eyes, komodo dragon heads, lizard legs, dinosaur thighs. Nah, that's just extreme." Calista said casually without realizing that someone was starting to widen their eyes and hold their stomach.

"Sir, please stop!" Hera asked the driver to stop the car and he immediately ran out of the car and vomited on the side of the street sewer. "Hueeekkkk .... hueeekkkk ...." Calista wonder why she vomited. After she finished spitting up all the contents of her stomach, Hera got back into the car with staggering steps.

"What happened with you? Are you sick? Do you want me to scratch it later?" Hera looked at her mistress and shook her head.

"No need, it will be fine soon." Hera chose to sleep by leaning her head against the car window. Calista tilted her chin not understanding what was really going on.

It only takes a 1-hour drive home. Calista immediately went downstairs and ran into the kitchen to transfer the contents of the food into a bowl and eat it in the kitchen. She gave another serving to the housekeeper she met in the kitchen.

The arrival of Calista to this house brings joy that has never existed before. The atmosphere of the house that was stiff, tense, and cold, has now turned into a warm and full of surprises that make all the residents of the house feel alive and serving humans, not inanimate objects as usual.

It didn't feel like it was getting late, as usual, Calista did a 1-hour afternoon run. Since she didn't exercise this morning, the afternoon was time for revenge. Revenge for having eaten much food this afternoon. Everyone in the house now knows their mistress's schedule for running. If not in the morning at 6, then in the afternoon at 4. And, at 4 in the afternoon, someone is waiting for someone to look at CCTV through their laptop screen. The wife really keeps her body in shape with cheap sports. Not aerobics, fitness, or yoga. But by running. In contrast to Darren who does not like crowds to maintain her posture. She does fitness in a special sports room in one of these houses. And, Calista is not at all interested in trying it.

Sweat dripped down the face and body of a woman with long black hair with a slim body but lumps of fat on her buttocks and chest that were quite full. Calista walked to the kitchen to quench her thirst. Short-sleeved t-shirts and long training pants are her outfits every time for exercise.

"Madam, would you like some juice?" asked a young maid.

"Oh okay. Any tomato juice?" Ask Calista again.

"Yes, madam. Please wait for a moment. I'll make one for madam." The maidservant began to prepare the tools and materials. 5 minutes later 1 long glass of tomato juice was ready to drink. Calista drank it in one gulp. The maid gulped seeing how great the madam could drink a single drink of tomato juice.

"Thank you. Oh yeah, next time you make tomato juice, please do not have sugar in it. It was too sweet. Hehehe .... " Calista replied as she left the kitchen.

The waiter nodded in understanding and smiled back.

"Madam, Mr. Darren said not to come home tonight. So, madam can go straight to sleep without waiting for the master to come." Hera said politely.

"Yaahhhhh ...." Calista showed a sluggish face with her head down. She walked up the stairs to her room on the 2nd floor.