Killing Me Softly's

60

Moeis and Lyra wake up earlier in the morning when the dew is still felt and the sun has not yet appeared. They came back down on horseback and stopped occasionally to look at plants they had never seen before.

Lyra was a little awkward but Moeis was ordinary. How not? He had filed for divorce but was now alone in a place far from home.

They first went to the wooden house near the horse farm of the Moeis family for a bath and breakfast.

"Let's go home now. You must be a lot of work too, right?" lyra was nervous.

"Nothing" Moeis replied briefly.

"There is, look at your phone. Maybe Helena's waiting.." chuckles Lyra.

Moeis who had just finished taking a bath, then sat down and had breakfast.

"I've asked Helena to clear the schedule until lunch. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Moeis' question makes Lyra unable to look him in the eye.

"Mm. I . had to take down the dirty clothes in the room. You don't know how many clothes there are. Your suits, shirts. More than me." replied his origin.

Moeis tried to recall whether her dressing was that much. But it doesn't feel.

"Really../you're not looking for excuses, are you??"

"Of course not what.."

Moeis laughed lightly. Because Lyra's attitude was strange and different this morning.

"What because last night? You're so aggressive.."

Lyra widened her eyes to hear Moeis say that. What if the job here hears?

"What are you talking about." said Lyra Ketus.

"You don't remember? We weren't drunk last night, you should have remembered.."

"Yes yes, I remember. No need to talk about it anymore"

Lyra immediately stood up to pick up some more tea in the kitchen. It feels crazy to hear Moeis's ridiculousness.

"He's shy or angry." he murmured.

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.....

After Lyra forced her to drive, they arrived home 20 minutes later than Moeis was driving when she left.

They go in and walk in front and back.

"Sir, madam... Do you want to prepare breakfast?"

"No need, Bi. We've had breakfast outside." his words passed away.

When entering the room, Moeis immediately approached the dirty basket. And sort out her clothes. He counted intentionally.

"Surprisingly, my clothes are only 5 and you're this much." quipped Moeis.

Lyra rolled her eyes. She knew Moeis was doing it to make herself feel ashamed.

"Give it.." said Lyra pulled the basket with origin and was about to take her out of the room.

But Moeis suddenly kissed Lyra's cheek and went out to work.

"Moeissss.." reprimands Lyra.

These things. The senseless romance.

But Lyra smiled to herself thinking about it.

He helped with a little homework. Because now he is just an unemployed man.

"All the dishes have been washed, Bi??"

The waiter approached Lyra.

"Yes lady. After all, ladies and gentlemen do not eat breakfast at home.."

"Yes, the plates of the workers are many. Then have you guys washed??"

It made the waiter confused. He didn't know why Lyra was asking. What does it mean Lyra wants to do the dirty dishes of former workers too??

"We've just rinsed the clothes in the back. But not everything.."

Lyra nodded. It's his turn.

"Yes already. Don't do anything, Bi. Don't sunbathe." said he sure.

"I mean madam?" ask the waiter to doubt.

"Later, let me hang it. The weather is good and I have nothing to do, Bi"

The waiter heard this. He was shy and afraid to be angry at Moeis.

"But, madam..."

"It's okay, bi. Later I went down again after this.." he went up to bring warm honey water to Moeis. The air overnight was very cold, if until the stomach pain can interfere with the work of Moeis later.

"Drink while it's warm, I've also been drinking this downstairs..."

"Thank you.. How do you know, I just wanted to ask her?"

Lyra put her shoulder up. "No idea, I'm downstairs. There's heavy work.."

"Work??"

"Yes.heavy work." his words passed away.

....

"Well, that's a lot huh, Bi?"

After seeing some of these big tubs. Lyra then hesitates about being able to sunn everything herself. All included worker's clothes.

Some waiters smiled.

"Indeed this much, madam. However, the clothes of our masters and mistresses separate.we sun up there so as not to be exposed to dust. preferably the mistress drying your clothes and the master only. only 1 tub.."

Even so, Lyra will keep trying.

"Alright, I'll hang our clothes on top. When you're done it'll come down to help your clothes.."

"Good, lady.."

But, the waiter quickly wanted to dry everything out. So Lyra doesn't have to help anymore.

"Ah, Moeis' work coat and trousers are very difficult to arrange. My hands are cramping.."

One by one the clothes had dried. Several times tilting the body to stretch the muscles.

...... after a while. Finally Lyra came down with a heavy breath. It's very hot in the sun at 10 a.m.

"Bi, I'll help you downstairs right now.."

"Well, lady. There are a few more left.."

Lyra was immediately astonished. Of many large baskets. Only a few clothes remain. How they do it quickly.

"A fast. You guys did the three?"

"Yes, lady.."

"Yes, I'll help you with the last piece.." Lyra then started it without any hesitation. Even though it was the clothes of his subordinates.

...

"Master, let me bring you a glass." said the waiter saw Moeis go down the stairs to the kitchen.

He looked right and left.

"Where's the madam, Bi?"

The waiter looked worried. Lyra is still there.

"That, sir. madam..is in the backyard.."

"What meda? And what kind of job did the madam mean??"

"We also don't understand, why the madam would do it. That's his own will, sir. Madam is ... drying clothes.."

The waiter followed Moeis to the back window.

"But whose clothes are they?"

"Our clothes sir.."

At first Moeis wanted to rebuke and forbid Lyra from doing so. Out of fear the waiter will not get used to being disinclined to Lyra anymore. However, his smiling face was brightly chatting with the other servants.

This made Moeis undo his intentions.

"There's just nothing." she said back to the room.

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Moeis was in the room already prepared with a shirt about to leave for the office. Suddenly the door opened and Lyra walked in with a tired face.

He immediately grabbed his body on the bed while adjusting his breath.

"What's wrong??" moeis asked pretending to know nothing.

"I'm just plain tired." she replied sure.

"But it looks unusual." said Moeis.

Lyra looked towards Moeis. That guy's been talking so much lately.

"I'm fine..."

Moeis.

"Have you hoeed??"

"What?? Why should I also hoe? Does it matter.."

"His eyes are so. Look at your face a little pale.."

Lyra put away Moeis' hand that was about to touch her cheek.

"Then why..."

Moeis was about to advance her body to kiss Lyra, but she was detained and not allowed so she provoked a small fight with a hint of laughter.

"You have left. I stink of sweat..."

"No problem.."

"No way.." Lyra went straight to the bathroom to clean her body. Moeis finished and went to work.

Seriate...