Zena: The Last Fight
Plan Failed

Wh-tok-tok!

"Master! Your breakfast is coming!" An exclamation outside the room made Zena sculpt in front of the mirror. He had prepared in a sports uniform and was tying his hair high.

His forehead frowned, silent for a moment to listen more observant sound outside the room earlier.

"Master! Is your breakfast ready? Where should I put it?" The voice sounded again. Zena raised a puzzled eyebrow at the word breakfast. He never asked to take breakfast to his room.

Zena stepped slowly, opening the window curtain making sure someone was in front of her room. He saw a servant of the main mansion standing with a tray of food in hand. It. The female servant smiled amiably, her eyes glanced at the sight and the door alternated.

Zena opened the door, glanced at the tray in the worker's hand before asking, "Why was my breakfast delivered to the room?" Zena looked at the servant with a face filled with question marks.

"Yes, Master. Master Chendrik asked me to take your breakfast to the room. He said it was special because the master himself made it," he replied at length.

Ah, the dialogue is correct yet, huh? I didn't say it wrong, did I? Hopefully it is in accordance with what the master taught earlier.

The servant muttered inwardly, recalling the dialogue that Chendrik had taught him before he left.

"The chendrik? Who made it?" Both his eyebrows were raised in wonder. Surprised to hear Chendrik cooking himself specifically for his breakfast.

"Yes, Master. You must be very special in the heart of master Chendrik, to the point that he is willing to make a special breakfast for you." Smile, but I have to.

Just praise it, make master Zena flattered by master Chendrik's attitude. I see, right, the one the Master said? I'm afraid to forget.

He muttered again, laughing inwardly as he saw a red tinge appear on both of Zena's cheeks. However, the girl still refrained from smiling.

"really? I don't know. Eh, wait! Looks like you know a lot of things, may I ask you something?" said Zena while taking the tray and tasting dishes made by Chendrik in the form of vegetable omelette studded with sausage.

"By, Master. As long as it's within my brain's reach, I'll answer it" he said enthusiastically. Smiling on the lips, being able to talk a lot with Zena was something rare since the girl very rarely let out a sound except for something important alone.

Zena thought, looking around before dropping a glance at the female servant in front of her.

"No, that's. Go, thanks for dropping off." Zena hurriedly closed the door, and sat down on the single seat. Without waiting, he devoured an omelette made by Chendrik while weighing the taste that danced on his tongue.

"Mmm .. is good." Zena devoured the omelette before downing a glass of milk that was also prepared by Chendrik.

At the main mansion, at the dining table Chendrik and Sebastian were sitting waiting for the others to gather. Mom and Arabella joined. Many times Sebastian's face glanced towards the back door hoping that Zena would appear soon.

In front of him, he had prepared a special breakfast for the girl.

Feel, Zena won't sit here for breakfast. Lucky I found out about your plan, Bas. I'm sorry, but your brother is one step ahead of you.

Chendrik chuckled inwardly, but his face remained expressionless cold. He accidentally makes an omelette when he sees Sebastian cooking in the kitchen for Zena. He asks the waiter to deliver Zena's breakfast to his room so that he does not need breakfast in the main kitchen and does not eat breakfast from Sebastian. Sly!

"The wheel? What's wrong with your face?" reprimand Sebastian upon seeing Cheo enter the dining room where everyone has sat down to eat. The boy looked sparkling, not as usual. Everyone else saw the boy.

"What's up, Uncle?" cheo asked in surprise, he sat down at his place and started to take breakfast. Accidentally seeing the food in front of Sebastian, Cheo swallowed his own saliva.

"Is this burning on coals?" He nodded back.

"How did you know?" Asked confused.

"Then, when on the island of Kakar often made it for me. Does it look like chicken? Is it a jungle chicken?" cerocos Cheo with a different twinkle.

Chendrik held his breath hearing Cheo's chatter, so Sebastian's cooking was Zena and Cheo's favorite. Anxiety began to spread in his heart, seeing Cheo who was jealous of Zena would have expressed the same as his son.

"You're right. This is a chicken, but not a rooster. It's just an ordinary chicken that I burned with the exact same method as Zena said," Sebastian said with a smile imagining a twinkle on Zena's face.

"Can I eat it?" cheo Pinta. His saliva almost dripped wanting to taste him immediately. The general's face paled, the food he prepared for Zena not for anyone else.

"But Uncle prepared this dish for Zena. If you want to eat it, then wait for him to come. We'll eat it together" Sebastian replied with a smile, hoping Cheo would understand.

Chendrik was not happy to hear Sebastian's answer. He frowned with his sharp eyes.

"Why wait? Cheo could be late for school. It's possible that Zena had breakfast in her room, we don't know, right? Never mind, just give it," Chendrik's reprimand sounded panicked.

Mom and Arabella quietly listened to the two men who always talked about Zena. Annoyed, but this time they chose to be quiet.

"Already, Bas. Just give it, your niece wants it," said the mother who could not stand the attitude of her two sons.

"But, Mom-"

"Is it prepared specifically for Brother?" Cheo snatched, he began to understand the purpose of Sebastian waiting for the arrival of Zena. The man nodded limply, but next he pushed the plate in front of Cheo.

"It was, but it's okay. You just eat instead of being late for waiting for Zena," he said steadfastly forced to budge again.

"Why wait for me to eat?" Zena's voice became a breath of fresh air for the two people. Sebastian looked up, Cheo and Chendrik both turned their heads with different expressions.

"Sister, look! Uncle Bas made a special piece of smoked meat for Brother. I waited because I wanted to eat it with Big Brother," Cheo said showing a lump of roasted meat on a plate.

Sebastian was stunned to see Zena's performance that morning. Is this just my feeling or does Zena look really pretty today?

Unknowingly he smiled to himself, a tinge of their hue appearing to decorate on the cheeks. Similarly, Chendrik, desperately holding prestige, still the flow of blood as if turbulent burning sense in the heart.

"Smoked meat? Does it look like chicken? Really true?" Zena continued to walk over and sat down on the chair near Cheo.

"Really, Brother. This chicken though is not a jungle chicken, but it's exactly the same as what you made while on the island?" Cheo impatiently wanted to devour it immediately. Zena took a slightly different look.

"The same, but fine. We eat together" he said, making Sebastian blossom.

Failed already Chendrik's plan to prevent Zena from eating Sebastian's cooking. The girl still ate it despite having spent a plate of omelette alone.