The Household Help
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It was a hot Saturday afternoon at the Ootori household.
Haruhi, after a long and tiring week, decided to stay home the whole day and just relax. As she was about to reach for another book on the side table, she heard the doorbell ring.
The bell rang once… twice… three times.
"Oh, right." Haruhi got up from the couch and headed towards the entrance. "I forgot it's their day-off," she said to herself, referring to the absence of their household servants.
When she opened the door, her gaze fell on a tall, professional-looking woman all dressed up in business attire. The woman raised her thin eyebrow at the short girl in front of her, her nose wrinkling in obvious disapproval.
"I wish to speak with Mr. Ootori. He told me to come here for our meeting as he had other business to attend to this morning." She said snottily. She glanced around the spacious receiving area before returning her gaze to Haruhi, her eyes criticizing her outfit that consisted of sweats and a loose shirt. "I believe this is the part where you invite me in and find me a place where I can wait for him."
Haruhi blinked confusedly at the woman before giving her a sincere, welcoming smile. She took the woman's blazer and turned towards the hallway.
"Please follow me, miss."
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Half an hour later, Kyouya walked in without bothering to ring the doorbell. Entering the household, he took off his suit and walked towards the living room only to find one of his clients sitting on the couch.
"Ah. Watanabe-san, I wasn't expecting I'd meet you today as we cancelled our meeting this morning." He said, his gaze wary as he took a seat adjacent to the couch.
"Ootori-san!" she gushed with enthusiasm. "Of course, I know you couldn't be bothered tomorrow. I'm sure you're just as busy so I thought I'd take the liberty of having the meeting in your wonderful home." She giggled. "Now, about my proposal—"
"Please have some more tea, Watanabe-san." Haruhi said as she entered the living room. She poured tea in her cup and headed towards the kitchen to make another cup for her husband.
"Haruhi?"
"Oh, Ootori-san. You have such an attentive household help. She's been very wonderful—"
Kyouya's eye twitched in annoyance. "Watanabe-san…"
"—attending to my needs. I daresay, you should tell me where you get such hardworking servants—"
"Watanabe-san." He said in a low yet stern voice. The woman stopped her chatter immediately.
"This is my wife, Haruhi." said Kyouya as he reached out his hand to his wife's. Haruhi smiled apologetically at the shocked woman, feeling Kyouya's anger starting to rise.
"Oh, come off it, Kyouya." She slapped his arm playfully before facing the fearful woman in front of her. "This happens all the time. Don't worry!"
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Minutes later, Watanabe walked out of the house with her business proposal denied.
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A/N: Never ever insult a rich businessman's wife.
Thank you Amir Jan for incessantly supporting your weird girlfriend. T_T You are too kind.
I'm starting to get my inspiration back. Hooray for me! :D
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Cheers,
Jiru-senpai
P.S. I just had my graduation. Got my diploma! Now I'm [officially] unemployed... a.k.a. a "bum".
