
Fatigue mixed with fatigue accompanied the footsteps of Erich who had just descended his iron horse which is now in the garage of his personal residence.Tak alone, Erich with a driver who always drove him to go anywhere.
The night began to crawl. A servant came to greet. Take over the briefcase and also the suit from Erich's hands.
"Evening is ready, sir."
"Yes, I'll take a shower first."
"Good." Without being told the waiter followed Erich's steps towards his room. He headed to the bathroom and prepared warm water for the master's bath.
"Warm water is ready, sir. Is there anything you need again." The servant named Inah was still standing, waiting for the master's next command.
"No, thanks. After this, I'll be downstairs for dinner."
" Good sir." Bending his body and passing away before closing the door to his master's room.
Erich began to remove one by one the cloth that covered his body and put it into the basket. His body is really tired. I can't wait to shower with warm water, to refresh.
The water from the shower began to touch all parts of his body. The man was closed off, enjoying the sensation of feeling like a massage on his shoulder and head. Feels so comfortable. Especially when the aroma of shampoo and soap that collide, making the mind that was originally intended, gradually clear.
Erich grabs the hanging kimono and wears it to cover the body. With a small towel he rubbed his black hair that was still wet. Sometimes he flicked and combed it with his fingers.
A single stel of casual clothes had already bandaged his body. The hunger that began to strike made him rush down to the ground floor to enjoy dinner.
"Please sir." Inah pulled out a chair that Erich was used to sitting in.
Erich began to point out one by one the food he wanted and swiftly served him.
Tinkling spoon and clashing plate. Erich enjoyed his dinner in silence. Only alone, with no one to accompany.
"Bi, please bring warm tea and snacks to the workspace." Erich wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue, and began to rise up leaving the dining table.
"Good sir."
Erich is a private person who is quite closed and loner. He does not like crowds or interact with many people. Although often met with colleagues seprofesi but Erich was enough to keep his distance and only discuss about work.
A quiet office greeted him. Erich dropped the weight of the body in the swivel chair. Her heart warmed up as she looked at her family photo album. Where there are his parents and his two younger siblings.
He misses. I miss meeting and hugging loved ones. However, the tight work schedule over the next few weeks, Erich had to be patient to delay his return.
Take that photo album. A photo taken during the celebration of the 49th birthday of the mother, Zara, who is a family-owned hotel. Everyone looks happy. His parents were seen laughing, as well as Ernest, his twin brother and Emely, his younger sister.
Erich commented a knotty smile. The harmony of his parents' household became a dream for him. Although both parents are adrift in age far enough, but the mother can balance the mindset of the father. Incredibly patient and affectionate. Maybe that's the advantage of the mother that makes her father crazy.
"Ck, in your almost five-headed age, you still look so beautiful and fresh, mother," said Erich still staring at the photo so fixed.
Zara is mature now. But her beauty did not fade. Even more charming also teasing in the eyes of Arka, her husband. Make the father of 3 children continue to stick and do not want to be far apart for a long time.
"Huh, I even envy the romance of my own parents." Erich was amused by his own words. He really wants to have a lover, but his experience in the past makes Erich does not want to quickly establish a special relationship with someone, if only he was still hesitant to run.
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"Isabel, can you help me?" Starla was moved into an OB dressing room to find Isabel and luckily the girl she was looking for was there.
"What help?"
Half-sway up Starla spoke.
"Look, the Great Lord asked me to take a food order via courier on the ground floor. You know, if a person with no head is forbidden to enter the top floor, I have a lot of work to do. I'm confused, but I'm more afraid that Mr. Erich will get angry if my work doesn't get done on time. So, you can help me, right?" A pair of Starla's eyes were glaring, as if so begging.
"Alright, I'll go down to the ground floor and bring the order to the Great Lord."
"Hah Isabel, you are indeed the best girl on earth." Starla pinched the two cheeks of Isabel to make the girl complain.
"Already, already. My cheeks can deflate if pinched like that. After all, isn't that really my job?"
Starla chuckled with her head nodding.
"All right, I'm going down now."
Starla also extended a few rupiahs to Isabel for payment.
Isabel has enough time today. More relaxed than usual because Erich does not take much from him. One cup of coffee was all he asked for. And that felt strange to Isabel.
Isabel throws a smile at anyone who accidentally crosses her face. Whether it's fellow OG or the staff who work for the company.
His steps felt light at this moment as if without any burden. When approaching the elevator door that will bring him to the ground floor, the money he had been holding was scattered. The gados sighed and crouched down, picking up the sheets of money one by one before they could fly.
Sheets of money he already got and tightly he gangam. Isabel crouched down while reassuring again if all the money he had. But fateful, his body hit something when it was about to rise up to cause it to fall down.
"Aw," cried Isabel between the pain mixed with surprise.
"Ah sorry." The voice echoed as Isabel's body fell on the floor, half raised.
Isabel, who was still gathering consciousness, began to blink. He gasped as the body of a man was kneeling before him.
"You okay?"
Isabel stunned. The man's hand was still touching his shoulder. And even more surprised when Isabel found out who the figure of the man who knelt down and spoke as if he was worried about her.
Mr. Erich
"Sorry, I didn't get to see you and I really didn't accidentally run into you."
Isabel did not answer. His face was also hypnotized. He actually looked closely at the interlocutor, and seemed to forget the pain that began to spread in his body.
Is this really Mr Eric? But why is he so different? No, this looks weird. Strange but real? Was mister Erich double-personality able to become gentle like this in such a short period of time?