Bettor Mr. Nobles

Chapter 69

Abellard sighed and was forced to accept the tray of bread as she sipped her saliva.

Naeva smiled looking at Abellard's expression. It feels very happy doing this husband and wife drama. Unknowingly the girl uttered a sentence that emerged from her deepest heart.

"Je vous aime, Abellard ...."

(Je vous aime: I love you)

Abellard froze. The man was even actually sculpting with his hands holding a tray of bread. For a while, his handsome face turned to Naeva.

"You ... said what just now?"

Naeva who was aware of his words immediately misbehaved and diverted the conversation. "I'm .. I'll make you some tea."

The girl hurriedly turned towards the caravan of princess Phuri Dai. However ....

Taps!

His arm was captured by Abellard.

Naeva stopped, but did not dare to turn to face Abellard. His heart beat started to beat and his breathing felt stifled. At this time Abellard must be looking at him deeply, and Naeva felt unable to return the gaze that made her heart flutter.

"I want you to say it again."

"Say ... what?"

"What did you just say."

Naeva closed her eyes. Abellard wouldn't let go before she revealed the sacred sentence again. So inevitably he had to say it so as not to provoke the attention of others.

"I-I .. I love you," he said as he pulled an arm from Abellard's grasp and ran over to Phuri Dai's daughter's caravan. His face was completely hot at this moment, while the heart inside the chest continued to race.

The girl took a deep breath and tried to act normal again in front of Phuri Dai's daughter.

Abellard. Staring at the girl who was running away dodged him with a feeling of drifting. Finally he heard the expression of love from Naeva's mouth.

His heart was so full of happiness. With smiling lips, the man started burning his bread.

"Let's make the most delicious toast!" he exclaimed vigorously at the gypsy men whom he initially called strange.

The gypsy man looked at him in wonder. Confused to see the hospitality that suddenly emerged from the person who had been staring at them sharply.

"Yes. Please, Monsieur," welcome Phuri Dai's awkward daughter-in-law.

After the toast and hot tea were served, they sat in a circle around the campfire and began to fill the stomach. While Phuri Dai and the chiefs of the tribe enjoyed their dishes inside the caravan.

Naeva sat in the middle of the teenage girl who was scrambling to sit next to her. While Abellard was across the campfire with the men.

The girl sipped her hot tea slowly. Smoke billowed from the uniquely painted ceramic glass in his hand. The cold air makes the heat of the tea quickly evaporates, causing a puff of smoke.

Naeva's feelings were suddenly piqued by the gaze that kept on her. From behind the smoke he glanced towards that gaze. It turned out that Abellard was looking at him constantly with smiling lips.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Naeva immediately coughed, choking on the tea she inhaled.

"You okay, M'mselle?" worried princess Phuri Dai.

While Abellard swiftly got up to help him, but he stopped approaching when he heard Naeva say he was fine.

"I'm just choking a little bit" the girl smiled sweetly. The smile that made Abellard sit back with the lips that came with a smile. Her eyes showed that she was drunk with love.

"Owek, owek, owek ...."

Suddenly the sound of a baby crying from the third caravan broke the silence of the night with the sound of the crackling of firewood consumed by the bonfire.

"Baby voice? Is there a baby?" ask Naeva in shock.

"Yes, M'mselle. That's my baby. Looks like he needs ASI. I'm sorry, I have to go in first" replied princess Phuri Dai.

"Oh, it's okay. You just go in. I will also rest soon" replied Naeva. The look on his face looked amazed. He really likes babies. His eyes immediately sparkled with enthusiasm. Of course Phuri Dai's daughter doesn't mind if tomorrow she asks to see him.

The night is getting late. After finishing the tea and enjoying the toast, all of them dispersed and headed for their respective caravans.

That night the chieftain was forced to sleep outside the caravan with Abellard.

Usually Abellard refused to accept the pants of others. But somehow that night he felt like he could blend in, and it was so much fun. Without objection the Count changed his pants with the gypsy youth's pants.

Phuri Dai had closed his eyes on the mattress covered in bright red cloth. But Naeva has not been able to break her body. His heart was worried about Abellard having to sleep in the open.

With a curious heart, the girl peered out of the caravan's window. Abellard was having a casual conversation with Phuri Dai's son.

It looks like Abellard is fine. He did not expect that the man could quickly adjust.

Naeva breathed. The blue-covered man talking out there was amazing.

Naeva never imagined, her love would be anchored to a prince. The prince loved her very much.

Suddenly Abellard stared at him. Making Naeva fixated. Turns out Abellard realized she was peeping.

The man smiled sweetly. His lips then moved to whisper something from a distance. The whisper that immediately made Naeva close the caravan window with blushing cheeks. The whisper that ignited the fire of love in his chest.

Abellard's charming lips just whispered something.

"je t'aime vraiment ...."

(je t'aime vraiment: I love you so much)

***

Morning's approaching. Naeva opened her eyes with smiling lips. Abellard's whisperings last night had made her dream all night.

The girl stretched her muscles by stretching out her hands while yawning.

"Good morning, M'mselle. I'm glad to see you smiling brightly early." Phuri Dai greeted from the lounge seat while massaging the calves as usual.

Naeva blushed and quickly straightened her hair.

"Sorry, Phuri Dai. Did I wake up late?" dismayingly.

"No, M'mselle. It's still very early."

Naeva rushed up and looked out the window. The mood is still morning. The air is still foggy. But Phuri Dai's sons had already started cooking outside.

"Sit here, breakfast will be delivered soon" Phuri Dai called.

Naeva nodded and approached the woman. Sit on a soft, warm carpet.

"Those teenage girls, are they your daughters too?"

"Yes. I have three daughters and one son. My first daughter had a family and had two children. One is a baby and the other is a boy who is starting to grow up."

Naeva. "They're good kids and love you very much, Phuri Dai."

"All because of our efforts to educate them sincerely and compassionately. So that they grow up and serve us sincerely and lovingly. As the saying goes, M'mselle. What you plant then that's what you'll reap."

Shortly after, a teenage daughter Phuri Dai delivers breakfast into the caravan. Naeva smelled the delicious aroma of the dishes.

"Please eat, M'mselle," Phuri Dai greeted in a warm tone. While his daughter was back out of the caravan.

"Thank you" said Naeva while taking one of the bowls containing chicken stew. (roasted chicken).

But there is no bread as a complement to the chicken stew, but corn cakes are fragrant spices, but sweet and inviting taste.

"This is Ankruste. Gypsy favorite food," explained Phuri Dai when he saw Naeva watching the pastries in a ceramic dish.

Naeva took a piece of Ankruste. Biting and chewing slowly. The girl thought that the cake was delicious, although she would prefer bread.

Finished breakfast, he was quite curious about the state of Abellard. But Phuri Dai advised him to clean up first.

There is a basin of water that smells of flowers. And there was a clean cloth beside the basin for Naeva to dry herself after washing her body.

Meanwhile Phuri Dai was waiting for him outside the caravan.

The smell of fragrant water reflects his mind and body, until it feels so fresh after washing himself.

Naeva was very grateful to meet the gypsies. This gypsy family is really good to him and Abellard. This morning they will leave on their own horses. Parting ways with this warm and very interesting Phuri Dai family.