
arunika Pov
As usual I woke up early. I do the usual homework in the morning.
It was still dark when I finished everything, except cooking.
I remember, this hostess forbade me not to cook. But considering Madam Julia is no longer in this house I became confused myself.
After a long wait, I decided to cook. Who else would have made breakfast if it wasn't me. If they won't eat it, I'll give it to a neighbor or someone out there who hasn't eaten.
I checked the fridge and found fish, meat and a variety of vegetables inside. It turns out that the food is complete when previously it was not. Maybe yesterday when I wasn't home Julia went shopping.
I take the ingredients to be cooked and wash them clean. Do not let any more stones or other objects cooked like yesterday's incident.
A long time ago, finally my cooking was finished as well. I arranged it in such a way on the dining table so that the master and the hostess were intrigued by her taste when she saw it.
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pov Arjuna
My sense of smell caught the aroma of cooking that made the stomach grow rumbling. Right now my energy is minimal. Nadia last night was not like her who asked to be satisfied many times. Even the struggle we did until the early hours of the morning.
“Why does he cook?” Nadia who was always loyal to hold my hand every time we would go downstairs, apparently smelling the aroma of cooking as well. He must be hungry too.
“Who is he?” I don't understand while looking at her angry face.
“Who else if not your second wife!” his hardship was angry while glaring.
I just realized that Julia doesn't work here anymore. My stomach is hungry. I no longer had the strength to deal with his anger.
Fried fish, fried chicken and vegetables are many types cooked into one. Maybe his name was capcai, neatly presented on the table. The aroma and color of the dishes made my stomach even hungrier. However, given yesterday's incident when there was a stone in my food, so there was a sense of hesitation to eat it.
“Where are you!” nadia Hardik
at the girl after finally appearing as well.
“Sorry, I'm behind drying clothes.” As usual, he always looked down when he talked to us.
“Didn't I say, you don't have to cook. You have no ears, yes.” Nadia nagged making my head dizzy to hear it.
“I'm sorry. Mbak Julia does not exist so I pi–”
Nadia growled furiously making the girl not continue her sentence and lowered her head even deeper.
“Spend all your cooking, right now!”
I glared in surprise. “Nadia!” I snapped because I didn't think he could say that. Rice and side dishes on the table are not small.
“Do not forbid me!” he looked back at me sharply. “Yesterday he gave stones to your food. This time he might poison the food to make us die.”
I shook my head to hear Nadia's words.
“Wait for what else? quickly spend se—”
Nadia's speech had to be cut off because of the sound of the roar of the car coming from the front of the house. From his voice, it was like Mom's car.