2024-11-05 16:17:01"You have to pull the chair first, you lowly noble." muttered the young man who looked older than Arkanza.
Meanwhile, the two women there no longer said.
He recognized the man on his right side. Who would have thought that the body he occupied would be that of the son of his nemesis? The son of Adam Smith, the business partner who betrayed him? What kind of coincidence is this? And he could conclude that Arkanza had been thrown into the world with time advancing. 'That means the old woman is Isabella? Wait, but it doesn't look alike. Has it changed? Then Albert, I don't know if the Smith family has a companion, except from his mother? But this woman looks familiar' Arkanza thought as she waited for his food to be prepared by Albert right in front of him.
Norman Sukamta for the umpteenth time chuckled at Albert who cared so much for Arkanza, even Albert's suspicious feelings made Norman look at Arkanza even more with hatred.
"Did the servant even taste the food first? Does he consider himself a king?"
"Norman, lower your voice!" said Amber Sukamta, the second child of the father's wife.
The oblique words were clearly heard by Arkanza, "Aa--"
"That useless boy has a different condition than you, and I don't remember teaching you to speak at meals. Maria, did I forget to remind you of this?" the corner of his lips turned to Arkanza who was still waiting for Albert to finish serving her food. The man then turned to his other wife and child, even as he still tried to keep his cutlery in hand.
Somehow the heavy, casual sounding voice made Arkanza flash a faint smile, he who picked Adam up from the valley of despair, taught him to be a man, and now Adam was applying manners to his wife? Had this been a theater performance, Arkanza would have been the first to burst out laughing.
Like watching a talking dog.
"Sorry, Norman is just a kid. I'll remind them again later."
The woman lowered her head, glancing at her children for attitude."This is the last dish, enjoy." Albert said after finishing tasting the food that was placed in front of Arkanza.
"Thank you All." he said then took the rice and side dishes. Seeing that made the others continue eating, there was only silence there. Albert chose to retreat and let the small family interact, he walked to the kitchen and made small talk with the waiter who was on standby there.
Back in the dining room, Adam briefly glanced at Arkanza with the tail of his eye. Realizing this, Maria tried not to disturb the atmosphere, especially since her children could not keep quiet.
"I heard you fainted at school, next time if you haven't fully recovered try not to trouble others. I had to lose a big contract because of you." Adam said without looking at Arkanza at all.
"Arkan's father, don't be too hard on him. I'm sure Arkan has his own reasons."
Maria seemed to be trying to get into the conversation but Adam ignored her, patiently waiting for Arkanza to answer her.
However, Arkanza seemed to ignore her and continued eating. Seeing this, made Norman feel upset. Moreover, his mother seemed to be trying to get involved, which made Norman hate Arkanza even more.
"Enough! Can't you answer papa's question? Stop making my mom look like a fool here, you're just a useless kid who has nothing to contribute to this place!"
With a thump on the table, making all pairs of eyes stare at him.
"You can only trouble my parents, get them in trouble and keep causing trouble! Don't you feel sorry for them!?"
his voice grew louder as she rose from his seat. Busy rebuking Arkanza who was not paying attention to Norman.
"What a man!!!" Norman continued angrily.
"Norman! Lower your tone!"
At first Arkanza felt normal, but after the last word he heard for some reason his chest tightened, so much that he didn't know what to do. Both of his hands stopped and hurriedly reached for the glass, grabbing the water pitcher. In his mind there was only the heat in him chest.
"Haha! Look Arkanza, even my mom yelled at me because of you!!!" he continued.
'What's going on? Why does my throat feel so dry and thirsty' Arkanza thought.
Soon his tears melted down his cheeks, his head hurt so much that Arkanza coughed loudly while holding his neck which was so hot.
"Arkan, what's wrong!" said Adam Smith who looked worried.
Arkanza tried to speak but sobs came out of him, making his voice unclear.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Albert chose to relax at the dining table in the kitchen. Eating more food.
"It's flour fried shrimp, so good." he muttered softly.
"Of course, it's fresh shrimp caught from the fisherman sir. I also used lotus root flour, who would have thought that the crispiness would last longer." said a chef proud of his achievement.
"Young master likes seafood so much," he continued.
His eyes bulged involuntarily, "Wait, you said lotus root flour?"
The chef nodded fearfully, "Right sir, does young master have any allergies to this plant?"
He didn't think Arkan was allergic to flour, "Not really." Albert replied while still eating his flour fried shrimp. "The young master likes seafood but he can't eat it."
.
Well, and Arkanza darted towards the bathroom followed by both Mr. and Mrs. Smith. And for the umpteenth time a commotion broke out in the Smith residence where an Arkanza was sobbing in the bathroom stall.
How embarrassed was he, an Arkanza whose life would have been lost if he hadn't been vigilant about crying over nothing right now? This was truly a joke.
One hand cupped her mouth to prevent her from making a sound, but it was hard to deny that her chest was so tight. Instantly the memory of the master of the body was humiliated by a woman, at that time Arkan ate in a hurry because of Norman's actions and Amber captured the moment with a digital camera. Making Arkanza a spectacle, and it hurt his pride as a Smith.
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