
Haru's taste suddenly burst forth once Isabel saw Retno's face standing in front of the door of Erich's rather majestic residence. Spontaneous body of the girl ran towards the middle-aged woman, then hugged her tightly.
Before the arrival of the two, Erich had to inform first about the arrival of Isabel to Retno via telephone network. Of course Retno is made happy and sad at the same time. Didn't know if the girl was willing to go back to the city xx to just meet him.
"Auntie, sorry. Forgive us." The girl sniffled, and so did Retno. Isabel's presence inevitably reminds Retno of the series of events she experienced several days ago. His sadness that initially began to decrease, now seemed to peak again.
"No, miss. No." Spontaneous Retno stretches a hug, then shakes her head. "Don't blame anyone for everything that's happened. It's destiny, miss. All must have been in line, but unfortunately, why should it be this way." Retno did not deny if she was very sad about the fire that had consumed all her property and memories of her husband. However, there is no point in continuing to cry. Everything that disappears, cannot return. Until the middle-aged woman is now learning sincerely and giving up everything that has happened.
"Let's go in. It'd be better if we just talked inside." Erich, who had been a spectator, rebuked. Retno and Isabel obey. They enter Erich's residence to continue the conversation while unwinding Isabel.
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"Hide here. You can't just take a flight at night like this, can you?" Erich asked after joining the family room with Isabel, Retno and her daughter. The man looks fresher after cleaning the body and changing his clothes with a more relaxed one.
Isabel thought for a moment. Indeed, in the initial plan he will immediately bring Retno and her daughter today also to return to the capital. However, it seems impossible to remember the day that went into the night with flight tickets that have not been booked. Erich's offer may be appropriate, Isabel will spend the night in this house if she can regain her energy for the return trip tomorrow.
"What's not a hassle?" Right, that girl should know herself.
Erich smiled faintly. The young man looked even sweeter in Isabel's eyes.
"Of course not." Such a concise answer. Osabel just nodded her head. Unlike Retno and the princess who seemed to smile happily.
Retno brought Isabel to the guest room according to Erich's direction. A room that is quite spacious with a simple order but still classy.
"Miss doesn't bring a change of clothes?"
Of course Isabel shook her head. The girl carried nothing but important objects stored in her mini-bag.
"I thought we were going straight home, so I didn't bring a change of clothes."
Retno and the princess looked at each other.
"Mother, what if the lady wears only my clothes? Looks like it's loading." Princess Retno who is still young tries to provide a solution. Although the age of the two girls was a few years, but the posture of Isabel who tends to be petite, as if balanced with the size of the body of Retno's daughter who is fairly bongsor even though she was not even fifteen years old.
Retno seemed to hesitate. Where maybe Isabel wants to wear clothes belonging to her daughter, which is actually only the equivalent of a servant in her house.
"Can. I think our body size is pretty much the same. Surely your clothes will fit if I wear them." Isabe certainly accepts. For him, there is nothing different.
"Alright lady. Wait a minute, I'll get her clothes first." Retno opened the room door. To take the princess's clothes in her room. As soon as the door opened, Retno gasped. Because Erich is now right in the middle of standing in front of the guest room door. I don't know what that guy is doing right now.
"Sir-lord." Retno could not cover her surprise.
"Why, is there a problem?" Erich seemed to read the situation that happened, about wearing change.
"That's sir, I'm going to take my daughter's clothes for Miss Isabel" Retno explained.
"What's with your daughter and Isabel's clothes?"
"Look sir, Miss Isabel forgot to bring a change of clothes until my daughter offered to wear her clothes for a while." Erich listened to Retno's explanation. The man was silent, I don't know what he thought.
Feeling that if he had explained everything, Retno was about to leave the living room room room to her room.
"Excuse me sir." Retno's body was slightly bent with her legs beginning to be swung and...
"Wait a minute" prevent Erich on Retno. The spontaneous movement of Retno came to a halt as this heavy sound stopped her.
Erich's mood is unpredictable and can change at any time regardless of the situation. Isabel must know a little about it. It's just pseudo enough for Isabel to be able to read Erich's character deeply considering Erich's closing nature and prefer to be alone.
Isabel did not comment. He rushed to the bathroom to clean up after Retno and the princess, who he said was preparing dinner for dinner.
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Of course, never imagined before when Erich would come knocking on the door and handing a paper bag to a girl after the door opened.
"A little loose anyway" murmured Isabel while gripping her body in front of the mirror.
Erich came with a paper bag containing three pieces of women's clothing. One pajama stel, one casual dress and a gorgeous maron-colored dres. Isabel certainly didn't think. Although his brain was busy guessing whether Erich himself bought it or someone else. But Isabel certainly would not be so presumptuous as to ask things that she should not ask.
"Miss, it's dinner time." Retno spoke from behind the closed door.
"Yes, I'll be joining soon." Isabel reconfirmed her appearance. It was pretty neat, he thought. The girl with the casual dress stellan was quickly out of the room. Join the owner for dinner.
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What kind of sight is this? Sitting silent, Isabel still could not believe what she saw. At the long-sized dining table with a variety of appetizing dishes that is not only Erich and himself, it is not just Erich, but Retno and the princess and a middle-aged woman who the girl believed to be a servant in Erich's house.
The middle-aged woman began to sneak white rice as well as move some other food into Erich's plate according to the man himself. Retno too, the woman took food for the princess and herself without a sense of hesitation as if she was used to it.
Isabel herself was still motionless, confused as to what to do.
"Miss." A voice greeting the sense of hearing made the girl flinch.
"Yes?"
The middle-aged woman who originally served Erich is now moving. He stood up and tried to cook rice for Isabel, but she quickly refused.
"No aunt, I can be alone." Isabel doesn't want to be served. Especially someone older than him. Accustomed to living independently, making him do not like to rely on anyone to do trivial things that can be done by his two hands.
From a distance of two meters Erich could stare at Isabel's face clearly. I don't know what reason to make a smile on Erich's lips engraved. The man is happy, is that true?.
Isabel did not realize it. The girl who looked beautiful in home clothes was busy picking up food for herself as well as offering it to others.
Isabel's a great person, that's what Erich's been catching since the two started getting close when the girl worked for him first. And to this day, its nature has not changed. Easy to get along and quickly get along with anyone even though they first met.
Dinner this time seems pretty special for Erich. He has many friends to spend the evening meal plus a warm and family atmosphere that he rarely feels when at home.
He always made her lonely. Although he was used to it, but Erich did not deny if he really needed friends. Friends to share complaints, friends to just exchange opinions or even a friend who will later become a friend of life for him.
The man breathed deeply. Is it true that he began to admire Isabel? Is it true that the girl had unconsciously stolen his heart?.
Erich looked away from Isabel's face, but with a smile on his lips that was still engraved.
Is it true that Erich is in love?.
*No. It's too early for you to deduce something you call falling in love.
Tbc*