Asking For Reward

Chapter: 17 (Asking for Rewards)

It was already eight o'clock at night, Raka got out of the car when the door beside him had opened by itself, as usual, the man was tidying up the clothes that were attached to his body even though they still looked neat.

"That's enough for now, you can go home," Raka said flatly without expression.

"Okay, sir. I understand," replied Inara politely.

Just one step Raka stepped on his feet, the man suddenly remembered something. "Oh, yes. Tomorrow you don't have to come here."

Inara's heart jolted, whether this time her history ended.

"Why, sir? Did I do something wrong? Please don't fire me, I promise I will work even harder." Inara begged desperately, for her to work with Raka was very profitable even though the man often shouted and scolded her. In addition to a decent salary, the work does not take up too much physical energy.

"When did I say fire you? Tomorrow's Saturday, I don't work, but if you still want to keep working fine, I'll count it as overtime."

Inara showed a neat arrangement of teeth while scratching the back of her neck even though it didn't itch. "Ah, you're right. Thank you very much for the offer, sir. But, sorry, tomorrow I have an appointment with someone, then I'll excuse myself, good night, have a good rest." Inara bowed slightly.

Raka frowned at such an important promise with whom Inara had refused an offer that should have benefited the girl. Ah, never mind it's not harming him anyway.

"Sir, sorry, wait a minute."

Raka stopped his footsteps when he heard Inara's voice calling him. "What is it?" Raka turned to Inara.

"Thank you very much for lunch today," Inara said quietly.

"Ah... that's right I almost forgot, you think I treat you for free? It's delicious, the food there is very expensive of course I expect in return."

"What?" Inara glared. "Reward?"

Raka nodded slowly. "Yeah, reward. I don't think your ears are deaf. So, you should be able to hear clearly what I just said."

Inara let out a frustrated breath, the girl regretted saying a sentence of praise to the man standing in front of her. Had crossed his mind, Raka is a kind and considerate man to others, but in fact, the result is not in line with expectations.

Upset, of course. Inara wanted to curse at this moment or even if she could, wanted to strangle a man like Raka who was only concerned with himself.

"Are you ready to give me the reward I asked for?" asked Raka with a mocking smile.

"Say?" Inara replied curtly while averting her gaze.

He looked at the watch that was wrapped around his wrist. "Hmm, it's getting late. Go home, next time I ask."

Inara stared at Raka's back which was gradually disappearing from his sight, even he couldn't say a word.

"You don't want to go home?" A whisper adorned Inara's ear, suddenly Inara turned her body backward in surprise.

"Man, you startled me." Inara hit Zayn's chest lightly with both hands.

Zayn smiled a little, as he took off the jacket he was wearing. "Wear this, it's very cold." Zayn helps Inara wrap Inara's body using his jacket.

"How about you?"

"I'm used to the cold, don't worry about me." In the next second Zayn lowered his head while scratching the back of his neck even though it didn't itch. "Nara?" Zayn said shyly.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" asked Inara very carefully.

Zayn nodded slowly, the man was at a loss on how to explain it.

"What's the problem? Tell me? Are you sick? Are you hurt?" asked Inara frantically.

"No, Nara, no. There's one problem." Zayn was silent for a moment as he took a deep breath. "Look over there." Zayn pointed his index finger hesitantly at a two-wheeled motorbike that was parked not far from where he was standing.

"What's wrong with that motorbike?"

"W-we're going home on that motorbike, is that okay?" Zayn said as he closed his eyes in extreme embarrassment.

Inara commented laughing. "Come on, Mas. Do you think I would refuse?" Inara wrapped her arms around Zayn's arms. "This will look more romantic," Inara whispered.

Zayn flashed a smile, the man breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Inara would be angry with him for picking up the girl without a car. Zayn would be even more embarrassed if Inara found out about his car running out of fuel midway due to his negligence.

While Raka in the doorway was focused on watching the movements of Inara and Zayn who were on the other end.

"Sir, dinner is ready. All family members are gathered, just waiting for your arrival." The voice of Leana, the butler of the Dhananjaya family, interrupted Raka's thoughts.

"Um, go." Raka took a step by lifting his chin slightly looking arrogant. He stepped into the dining room, as usual, everyone was there, but there was no Liora the mother in there.

Leana pulled a chair for Raka to sit.

"Greet your mother first," said Alexi, who meant the man whose skin was starting to wrinkle was Emely, his first legal wife.

There was no answer, but also no rejection from Raka, the man bowed his body to greet the woman who he also called 'Mama' as ordered by his father.

The elegant and beautiful woman whose body was wrapped in luxurious silk answered with just a small smile.

"I'm glad you didn't miss dinner this time." At his age, Alexi's voice doesn't sound as loud as it did when she was younger.

"Actually, I'm lazy to join a dinner party like this, but because I don't have any work anymore, it doesn't hurt if I spend a little of my time," answered Raka in a very calm tone, but it was so ear-piercing to hear.

The occupants of the dining room, just throwing glances at each other, of course, the tense atmosphere was inevitable.

"How about it, Ka? Have you chosen one of the several women I showed you?" asked Emely in her usual relaxed tone.

"There's nothing that I like, they're all too pretty, too sexy, too smart, and too perfect, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet their needs if I choose one of them," Raka answered without looking at Emely.

"Then what kind of woman are you looking for? Don't be too picky, you're not young anymore," said Alexi quickly.

"Easy, I want to have a wife who is good at cooking, good at taking care of me and also my children."

"Why don't you just marry a maid? You have the same taste as your father." Emely sneered while glancing at Alexi with an unreadable look.

"Then why don't we just get a divorce?" said Alexi in a slightly high tone.

"Mom, Pa, stop it. We're sitting here to have dinner together, not to fight each other." Daniel's ears felt hot hearing the words his mother and father were arguing