
Riksa took me to the dining table, where Rikasi asked the servants to take out a complete set of tableware and asked Ranu to arrange according to where he should be.
Of course I showed a very amazed expression when I saw the various tableware that had been neatly arranged in front of him. The plates and bowls look neatly arranged on the table. There are even 3 knives and 3 forks there, not to forget there are also 3 spoons and 3 cups.
And of course I also showed a clueless expression to Riksa, but then Riksa asked me to sit on the chair he had pulled before.
"Sit down, I'll explain!" exclaim Rikapan.
Without being discovered, I sat down and looked at the various sizes of spoons and forks in front of me. Not only that, Mr. Ranu even still pulled out a knife with a size smaller than the three knives neatly arranged to the right of the plate in front of me.
I wonder why there are so many spoons and forks. All of this equipment will be used.
"All this will be at dinner at a five-star hotel or restaurant, it's a fork for salad, and here's the knife!" obviously Rikasi to me while pointing towards the fork and knife that were in the first order.
"Eating salad should be a knife? isn't that salad just vegetables?" ask Rikas.
Riksa chuckled softly, I even saw Mr. Ranu and one of his assistants also holding their laughter softly.
"It's true, but sometimes they serve it in very large pieces, and at dinners like this you shouldn't look messy at meals, so the use of this knife is to cut smaller size vegetables so that when eating easier and neater!" obviously Rikas again.
I immediately nodded in understanding.
"And this is the soup bowl, when the waiter serves the soup, then you can use this spoon!" he said while pointing to the spoon in the middle of a large spoon and also a knife that is different from the other two knives.
I nodded again, I think I'll be able to remember. Because the spoon is smaller than the spoon next to it.
"It's a knife for cutting fish, which is like this for meat, and it's a fork for eating seafood!" obviously Rikas again while pointing one by one the things he meant.
"How, it's pretty easy isn't it. Or you can take a quick glance later towards the boss, so as not to be mistaken!" said Riksa who I responded with a nod of the head again.
"After you've finished eating the fork and knife like this!" obviously Rikasi while arranging the fork and also the knife horizontally.
"Why is that?" ask me who doesn't understand why it should be like that.
"This is an appreciation for chefs and cooks, the sign is that you like the food they serve. They'll smile when you appreciate what they're doing, don't cross like this they'll be sad!" obviously Rikasi while showing the arrangement of forks and knives that I cannot make later.
I nodded slowly, and assistant sir Ranu came to bring me a bowl of soup.
"Well, it smells so good!" I said frankly.
But when I was about to scoop up the soup it turned out I took the wrong spoon.
"Naira...!" sela Rika's.
I could only grin and put the wrong spoon back in place and take the correct spoon. I immediately scooped up the soup and ate it.
"Em, this is so good!" say I'm honest.
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But Riksa is seen sighing and approaching Naira. Riksa was behind Naira and held her hand.
"But like this, scooped from the outside inward, not from the inside out!" obviously Riksa was also while practicing her with Naira.
"Ekhem!" there was a heavy deheman sound coming from behind Riksa.
Riksa turned his head quickly because he already knew who was beating violently. Riksa immediately let go of Naira's hand and greeted Samuel.
"Good night boss!" sapa Rikas a little awkward.
Actually Samuel had already noticed what Naira and Riksa were doing, but he tried to calm down and just pay attention. But when Riksa holds Naira's hand, Samuel's hand is seen clenched and he comes out of his place since he noticed Naira and also Riksa.
"It's finished yet?" samuel ignored Riksa and walked past him and pulled Naira's arm.
"Su..it's that..!" Naira was just about to call him master. But Samuel glared at her and made Naira close her mouth.
"Come on, get dressed!" samuel took Naira away from the place and walked into their room.
Riksa and Mr. Ranu just looked at each other looking at all that.
"Patiently, Lord Rikas, as his master Samuel began to possessiveness on his mistress!" yang oak Ranu yabg approached Rikasi and patted his shoulder softly.
Riksa immediately turned his head towards Ranu sir.
"Mistress?" ask Rikas wonder.
"Yes sir, did mister Riksa not see that mark on the young mistress' neck?" asked Ranu sir the money made Rikka peck and speechless.
He should have been happy like everyone else, but there was anxiety in him. She was the only one who knew that Samuel and Naira's marriage was only a contract marriage, and that Naira's status in Samuel's eyes was only a contract wife. Then why would Samuel who was so adamant would not be interested and would never touch Naira instead deny what he said himself.
Riksa looked agitated, but because of Samuel's attitude towards her. He felt that now was not the time for him to ask Samuel.
"Alright Mr. Ranu, I'll go to the boss's office. I have something to do!" riksa said then went to Samuel's study.
While in his room, Samuel gave Naira three paper bags.
"Try one by one, I want to see which one suits you!" samuel exclaimed and immediately sat down on the edge of the bed.
Naira slowly grabbed the paper bag and led him into the bathroom without answering Samuel.
After entering the bathroom, Naira took one of the paper bags and pulled out what was inside, a red dress with long sleeves but with a very short collar. Naira shuddered as she put the dress on her body.
Then he switched to the second paper bag, still in red but combined with black, the collar was quite high, without arms, and still, but the hemisphere to his right barely reached his thigh as he let loose with his body.
He did not comment but directly put down the clothes, he took the last paper bag. And taking out the contents from inside her, even the last one was more severe, just one rope and Naira directly put down the dress without letting go of her on her body.
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