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Gratitude

The deg!

‘Why do I feel bad? Will something happen?’ said Freya while holding her chest.

“Mother Yes, why?” asked Kelvin who found his teacher's mother daydreaming.

Freya felt that something big was going to happen to her, I don't know what.

However, this cheerful woman immediately brushed aside and disperse an uncertain feeling. He stepped back and looked at the flowers.

Heem!

Freya smelled the scent of gardenia jasminoides flowers that had a fragrant smell.

I like classics and antiques. Daryan also really likes ornamental plants, in the form of flowers and other plants.

Flowers from different countries almost Daryan has!

This woman was looking at the sky so captivatingly. “Kelvin, try to see the sky color is very beautiful.”

Freya shows Kelvin, while teaching her students to memorize colors.

However, suddenly a servant called out to Freya in a hurry.

The waiter bowed his head saluting the sweet girl in front of him, “Nona Freya, sorry to interrupt your activities. I was ordered to pleh Oh's servant to immediately call you, Tu-an Da-ryan ... Mr Da-ryan ..”

When he mentioned the name of his great master, the young servant stuttered. It is not possible to name someone who is very powerful in this residence.

“Why? What's up?” Freya was confused by the waiter's gurgle.

He pointed inwardly, “Nona Freya, you ordered Mr. Daryan to go to his room.”

Seeing the young woman was like seeing a ghost. Freya also took a deep breath.

‘What will happen? Did this unpleasant feeling come from that rude man?’ ask Freya in my heart.

No matter what happens, Freya will still face it.

By the time Freya followed the young servant, Kelvin objected.

“Evin tagged ...” said full spoiled.

Freya looked at the young maid, asking if Kelvin could come?

“Sorry Mr. Kelvin, Mr. Daryan does not allow you to come,” explained the young servant who since then his hand was not secretly placed on the chest.

Kelvin's eyes glazed over, soon he'll cry. Kelvin was very sensitive if he was kept away from Freya.

The point is he always wants to be on the side of his beloved teacher mother.

Freya smiled, she rubbed her Kelvin coconuts gently.

Only Daryan and Freya dare to rub Kelvin coconut freely.

This beautiful woman smiles while showing her teeth, “Kelvin, do not cry yes. After Mother Eya spoke to your father. I promise I'll see Kelvin again.”

Freya stuck out her little finger which meant they were making a pact.

Huu’um!

Kelvin nodded and his lips were still thick. He did not want to be separated from Freya.

This woman continued to look back, waving her hand towards Kelvin.

“Mother Eya dear Kelvin.” Several times he made a love sign using both hands to Daryan's eldest son.

Arriving in front of Daryan's room, all the maids lined up from the corner of the hall looked down and it seemed that they were frightened.

Freya narrowed her eyes, ‘What is going on? Why are their faces so tense?’

Suddenly in front of him appeared Anya with a face so serious.

“You were also called by Mr Daryan, Anya?” freya asked a little surprised.

Anya just looked down, her eyes were teary and wanted to cry.

“Iya, Miss Freya.”

This woman immediately nodded at Hana's words, and she stepped inside at the same time as Anya.

Daryan was waiting on the sofa that was near her bed.

With a sharp look, the legs are crossed and the shirt is half-opened so look at the dense muscles. This made the cold man look miserable.

Daryan raised one of her eyebrows staring in annoyance at Anya and Freya.

“Anya's waiter, do you already know the rules of working here?” asked Daryan with his hoarse voice.

Anya lowered her head, her hands were placed parallel to her chest.

“Ta-hu Mr. Daryan,” Anya replied stuttering.

Freya turned her head to the left, seeing Anya's hands and feet trembling.

‘What is feared from this arrogant man?’ chirp Freya.

Then he went back to see Daryan. The man was now looking at Freya so cynically.

However, from the very beginning of the first meeting with Daryan, Freya had never been afraid of the arrogant man at all.

According to Freya, Daryan is only a human who both eat bread, rice, meat etc.

“You!” Show Daryan so creepy.

“I? Why with me?” Freya asked back by pointing at herself.

Freya looked calm and relaxed, much different from Anya who had been trembling to talk to Daryan.

“Anya, is it true that this woman forced you to enter my sacred area?!” yelled Daryan, wanting an explanation.

Suddenly Anya shed tears, as she was afraid of Daryan's clash like a wild beast that wanted to pounce.

Anya knelt down, while putting her hands parallel to the head, “I'm sorry Mr. Daryan. It's my fault not Miss Freya.”

Seeing that, Freya tried to wake Anya up.

“Anya, let's get up. You don't have to do this. He is not the god you should worship,” Freya whispered.

“Whatever your explanation you remain wrong, Anya. Before working here you already know the rules, which ones should not be done and which ones can be! Right now I'm firing you! Get out of my house!”

Daryan's voice echoed to the corners of this palace.

Anya pleads with Daryan to be given a chance, “Master I know, I was wrong. However, I beg of you Sir, give me a chance once more. Only village children who have to support my father and children who are still in school,” shouts Anya while crying.

Huh!

Freya let out a breath, she moved up and approached Daryan. He stared intently at the man before taking out his teardrops.

“You should have heard the explanation first, Mr. Daryan! It's not appropriate for you to fire Anya as you please! He just drove me and I was wrong!” freya clear.

Anya shook her head, “No, Mr. Daryan I was wrong.”

Freya approached Anya, telling her to get up and hold her shoulders gently.

“Anya, don't be covered again. You're not at all wrong, I told you I'd be responsible,” Freya said.

Daryan smiled cunningly, “So what do you want, Freya?”

“I beg you, Mr. Daryan. Don't fire Anya and give her a chance to work here,” Freya said so sincerely to fight for the rights of the young maid.

“There should be a guarantee if I give Anya a second chance to work here,” Daryan said trivially.

“You mean?” Freya did not understand Daryan's words earlier.

Daryan got up from his leisure seat, then approached Freya and leaned her body.

“Do you know the statue is very valuable to me, even you can't pay with anything!”

“If you want Anya back to work, you have to take responsibility and give your chastity to me!”

Seriate.