You Are My Sunshine
The Part 186
A middle-aged woman had just arrived at the kitchen area of Aryasatya mansion, it was the kitchen butler whom Ratih had once assigned to replace Bu Rina in the Wira house. He had just returned from the village after the last few days asking for permission to go home to see his sick family.
He grinned when he saw Dara's presence in the kitchen, the brown-haired beauty was asking the waiter to direct her to make her favorite pancakes. This was a rare sight, the son-in-law that Ratih hated was suddenly in the kitchen of this house was definitely for a reason, he thought.
Surely the big madam brought him here to oppress him, this is fun.
"You don't have to help him, let him do it yourself!" his orders were to the kitchen servants who were there.
"But Ma'am," said a servant standing beside Dara.
Dara who was focusing on stirring instantly raised her face when she heard the woman's cry, but he smiled happily because he was allowed to dwell in the kitchen because since then the other waiter continued to persuade him and asked him to sit down.
"Ah..thank you for allowing me to disfigure the kitchen. I'll make it myself, just write down the recipe," he asked eagerly to the waiter who was baking flour.
"Ba-good... Miss," they replied hesitantly while throwing confused gazes at each other. After writing down the recipe that Dara asked them to resign themselves to do another job according to the orders of the middle-aged woman.
"You also make bitter coffee for Mr. Haris and green tea for Mrs Ratih" he haughtily told Dara.
"Well, I'll make it," he said happily. Dara had not yet caught the intention of the kitchen butler who wanted to humiliate her.
"Where are the other dishes?" ask the woman.
"Everything was brought to the dining room, it's just that I heard that mom really liked pancakes doused in strawberry sauce, so I decided to make them" said Dara.
An unrelenting smile spread across her beautiful face, there was even flour hitting her face when she fixed her hair using her hands on the sidelines making pancake batter.
Once the dough is finished, Dara turns on the stove and puts down the teflon. "Sorry, can you direct me on how to ensure the ripeness of the pancakes" Pinta Dara said.
"Of course, you are not the princess of a rich family, but cooking something trivial like this alone cannot be," he said dismissively.
"Oh.it-that was before I was rarely struggling in the kitchen because I was more focused on doing college assignments. But now that I have often learned to cook with Bu Rina at home," said Dara in a soft voice, in fact he began to be uncomfortable because the tone of the butler's speech felt cornered him.
Dara nodded and kept smiling while the woman put on an overbearing look. Dara began pouring the dough on teflon, after it was considered mature he asked again.
"Is this mature enough," asked Dara and was answered with a thin nod by the kitchen butler.
Dara turned off the stove and took the plate. His arm accidentally nudged the expensive porcelain cup he had prepared to brew coffee and tea.
Prangs....
The two cups fell to the floor until they broke making Dara surprised followed by the shout of the waiter.
"Basic is not becus! Doing something easy you can't. This was Madam Ratih's favorite expensive cup," she snapped with buying eyes as she pointed at Dara.
"Sorry, I-I didn't mean it." Dara was aghast in shock from breaking the cup and also from being yelled at like that.
"Clean everything!" he said while shaking his waist.
Dara crouched down while her arm hugged the plate while the other hand picked up the broken cup. With trembling fingers he began to take one by one the scattered fragments, then there was the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen and it was Ratih.
Dara who was crouching with a pale face and the kitchen butler who was racking his waist. Seeing that kind of scene Ratih immediately gasped, he accelerated his pace almost half running.
"What's going on?" ask Ratih fiercely.
"He broke your beloved cup, Madam. So I taught him a lesson" he said confidently.
Plaque....
A slap landed smoothly on the servant's cheek, leaving him astonished as he held his cheek. "Mrs-Mrs?"
"What are you really, huh? how dare you do that to my daughter!" ratih's voice echoed furiously filling the entire room.