MY SUNFLOWER

Beautiful Maid

...🌻Happy Reading🌻...

In the super luxurious living room with that renaissance flow, one family sat together.

"Here you go, Mom, stop crying. Trust me, Stela we're gonna be okay." The girl named Anne kept trying to calm the mother who was still crying beside her.

"Mommy can't calm down, Anne. Right now your sister's whereabouts don't know where. Is he alive or not?" said Ambar kalut.

"IMAGE, KEEP YOUR WORD!" Anthony who heard the words of his wife immediately felt wrath. His wife thought that his favorite daughter was dead and he did not like to hear it. "My daughter is strong, she can definitely hang out there. So don't talk, I don't like to hear it!" Stiff Anthony with a red face.

"Calm down, Dad!" Abercio who was next to his father tried to dampen the old man's emotions.

Anthony neutralized his peaking emotions, then he laid his body on the back of the sofa and began to close his eyes.

"I don't know what happened, what made Stela choose to move out of the house. Wasn't there previously no debate or quarrel," explained Cio trying to analyze.

"Is it possible that Stela has a problem but she's reluctant to tell us about it and chooses to leave home as a solution?" guess Anne.

"Going from that house is not the solution, after all what problem does Stela have? All this time he was always kind, never making trouble so your man was unwarranted, Anne," said Cio who disagreed with his sister's opinion.

"Sir, Madam.." a servant suddenly came to the nuclear family who was arguing.

"What's wrong?" ask Cio the eldest.

"Young master, I was cleaning Miss Stela's room and found a letter tucked between the pillows there," explained the waiter as he handed her a scroll.

Hearing that, Ambar immediately stopped crying as well as Anthony who immediately opened his eyes. The four of them quickly walked over to the servant and snatched his letter.

"I'm sorry, sir, ma'am." After the letter was in the hands of the master, the servant immediately resigned.

Now that the letter was in Ambar's hands, with his heart pounding and mixed feelings, his clenched finger immediately opened the ribbon that was engraving the scroll.

"What's it say?" ask Anthony impatiently.

The beautiful 46-year-old woman opened her scroll wide and there was beautiful writing lined up neatly. Everyone snuggles and reads it at the same time.

... ....

Stela woke up at half-seven, after washing her face and brushing her teeth, she went straight out of the room and headed for the kitchen.

The state of the kitchen is still exactly the same as before he left the apartment this morning. First he stepped towards the refrigerator, hoping that things would not be like the previous one, because if he did he would not be able to make breakfast.

"Oh God.." Stela let out a rough breath. The hope did not come true, because like yesterday, the fridge was still empty even more pitiful. No more bottles of mineral water and also tomatoes, aka empty hopping.

Stela who felt thirsty was forced to take a drink in the water faucet that was the sink. The throat is dry and needs to be moistened.

After drinking, Stela was looking for something to do. But while observing the entire apartment, he smiled. The apartment is still clean, at least the work is reduced.

Bored of having nothing to do, Stela opted out for shopping. An empty refrigerator should be filled immediately.

Stela chose to shop at a supermarket located close to the apartment building. He did not buy many things, only some foodstuffs that he could later use to make breakfast.

... ....

As usual, Tristan woke up at nine. But this time something interesting, he was immediately awake when his sense of smell smelled something delicious.

"You cook?" asked the handsome young man when he reached the kitchen and saw Stela struggling with her cooking.

"Yes, but I only cook fried rice plus beef eggs" Stela replied while arranging the finished dishes on the dining table.

"Yes, no problem." Tristan immediately sat at the dinner table, preparing to enjoy the new breakfast this time he did. Honestly, he ate breakfast outside more often, not only breakfast but also lunch and dinner. That's why in the fridge he has no ingredients to cook because he rarely cooks. Not infrequently, not even ever.

Tristan and Stela sat face to face, before starting breakfast Stela focused on looking at Tristan who was about to start bribing her food. He wondered how the young man reacted.

"How's it?" stela asked as Tristan started chewing.

"Enak" praised Tristan still with his flat face.

"Thank God, it wasn't in vain all this time that I learned secretly with the chef in the mansion," Inner Stela was relieved. It was true, as the daughter of one of the noble families, Stela was never allowed to do any work by her parents. He just needs to rule and tringg. But Stela's not her name if she's going to take it for granted. Often he asked the chef at his residence to teach him cooking and that was certainly without the knowledge of his family. Sometimes, what the whole house eats, there's interference behind it. Not infrequently, his family praised the cuisine without knowing if Stela made it. That's what makes Stela more eager to learn to cook. Not only western dishes, he is also an expert on some Indonesian dishes as they are eaten today.

"So you're shopping?" tristan asked after finishing his breakfast.

"Yes, but I don't do much shopping. You know for sure if I don't have much money" Stela replied as she was.

"Wait a minute!" Tristan got up and walked to his room. Shortly after that he returned.

"It's money to buy groceries, if you need to fill the fridge!" tristan said, putting some money on the table.

"All right."

Tristan turns away but Stela's voice stops her. The man turned around. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know what your name is yet?" ask Stela.

"Tristan Gautama."

"Oh, okay."

.......

Finish breakfast, Stela washes clothes. There were not many clothes that he washed this time, only two pairs of his clothes and a few strands of the man named Tristan's clothes. Thankfully in this all-advanced era, there is a washing machine that will facilitate the work of washing, so there is no need for manual methods that will only make you tired.

Actually this was the first time for Stela to use the machine, but at home she often noticed her servants working, so at least she knew how to use it.

First, Stela filled the machine with water, then added enough detergent. Press the flame button and then insert the clothes to be washed one by one.

WHAT THE??

Stela went wide when her eyes found some '***********' the man in the dirty cloth basket. Honestly, there was a bit of an odd feeling when he had to hold onto it. With a funny conical face, inevitably Stela took the CD was clutching the tip of her index and middle fingers.

"Waaahhhh.." his sigh was relieved when the sacred goods had all entered into the washing machine.

It took Stela an hour to finish washing. Not because of the catapult but he had to be extra energy when his hands had to come back in contact with the triangle-shaped cloth. With a basket of washed clothes, Stela walked to the balcony to dry it. And again he had to deal with 'that stuff'.

Tristan walked out of his room while playing the tablet in hand. He sat in the living room and turned on the television. Today there is no schedule and he is free to relax at home all day. Pleasantly.

After feeling bored with the tablet, Tristan put it on the table. He grabbed the remote tv to change the broadcast.

Several times changing broadcasts, none of them caught his attention. The young man exhaled a rough breath and then leaned his body on the back of the sofa. His eyes stared at the ceiling of the living room, continued to spread throughout the room and stopped when he saw the girl who now lives with him was drying clothes on the balcony.

Tristan's eyeballs almost popped out as he caught something hanging on the clothesline. "Shit!" objurgation. He ran straight to the balcony.

"What are you doing?" tristan stuck there.

Stela was shocked to hear the voice of someone who had now been beside her.

"I was drying clothes" Stela replied.

"Ck." Tristan glared with his mouth clucked. Then it retrieves some of the**************hanging it hastily and hides it behind the body. "Next time you don't have to wash my clothes, just wash your own" he recalled.

"Alright..," said Stela did not care.

Tristan turned away with a flushed face and a mouth that did not stop grumbling. The young man went inside his room and closed the door tight.

"Shameful!" he said as he threw in************* on the bed roughly.

Just imagine, his personal items are seen by someone even until washed by that person. Woah.

.......

Finished washing, Stela rested in the room. Putting his tired body on the bed. He grabbed the phone lying on the nightstand and turned it on. Pressing the gallery icon and finding some photos that he had saved at that time.

"Mommy, Daddy, I miss you..." He looked at the portraits of his father and mother that were on his phone screen.

"Cio... Anne, I miss you too" she said as the screen shifted and showed a picture of her along with her two sisters.

There was not a drop of tears flowing in the corner of Stela's eyes, only three days apart and she had missed her family so much. Missed Daddy's hug, Mommy's kiss, Anne's nagging and Cio's Nagging. "Ah... I really miss them all."

But all that yearning as much as he could endure, Stela did not want to return to London at this time. He does not want to go home if at the end he must be betrothed to the son of his father's friend. He doesn't want to. His father was kind and loving, but when his father wanted something, it had to happen. Stela doesn't want to be forced to marry a man she doesn't love.

.......

Mom, Dad, Cio and Anne, I'm sorry I got to get out of the house. A few days ago I heard daddy and his friend talking, daddy was intending to match me up with his friend's son. I knew that daddy was a no-brainer, so before daddy talked about the matchmaking matter with me, I would rather leave. Sorry Dad... Mom, I'm a dissident child, only I don't want to get married this fast and with people I don't know anyway, I can't. But don't worry, I'll be back later when daddy has buried deep in the intention to match me. I will go somewhere to calm down for a moment, please don't look for me first. When the time comes, I will come back. I love you Dad's... Moms. I'll miss you all.

^^Auristela P.K^^^

"So daddy's gonna get Stela?" anne asked in disbelief.

Anthony just looked down, all this because his mistake turned out. It is true what his daughter wrote in the letter, he will match Stela with one of his best friend's children. He really wants to impress with his friend who is also of noble descent, so he intends to make an arranged marriage.

"Stela's a kid, why do you have to match everything?" ask Ambar annoyed. "If you want to match your son, just match Cio or Anne. They are grown and deserve to be married!" namel Ambar to her husband. The old man could only be silent.

"Mom, why am I the one?" ask Cio and Ann together.

"Ah come on, mommy's dizzy, want to rest." Ambar immediately left her son and husband in the living room.

"It's because my daddy got his gum. Anyway I don't want any match-making yes, I want to find my own partner" Anne who followed upset, also chose to leave the two men.

"Patience, Dad." Cio patted the father's shoulder softly. "We'll keep looking for where Stela is. Take it easy, besides he's not alone, there's Carly with him," comfort the eldest. "And one more thing, I don't want to be betrothed either. I already have a lover." After saying that, Cio walked away. Anthony is alone now.

"Oh my goodness," sighed the man as he restored his blond hair.

.......

At 12 pm Stela woke up from her brief sleep. He immediately washed his face, then came out of the room. He had to go shopping to meet the ingredients in the kitchen.

"Tristan!" call Stela to the young man who is currently sitting reading the magazine in the living room.

"Hm?" he said without looking.

"I'm going shopping" said Stela.

"Hm." muttered the young man.

After saying goodbye, Stela immediately left. When the exit was open, someone was standing behind it. A pretty woman with shoulder-length black hair and a gray contact lensed bead.

"Sorry, who are you looking for?" stela asked politely.

She looked at him, "I should ask, who are you? What are you doing in Tristan's apartment?" askalanya.

"Oh you're Tristan's guest, then please come in." Stela. After the guest entered, Stela returned again at the initial intention of shopping.

.......

"Tristan!" call the guest earlier to the man who is currently relaxing in the living room.

"Oh you Jo, what's up here?" tristan asked after putting down the magazine he had previously read.

"Joe... Jo, you think my name is Johan. Call me Vanka" protested the woman named Jovanka.

"Yes, then?"

"Who was that girl?" Tanya Vanka investigated.

"Who? Ah, Stela you mean?"

"How do I know, she's the girl that came out of your apartment?"

"Yes, it's Stela."

"He lives here?" ask Vanka.

"Yes.."

"You crazy? How can you live alone with this woman in your apartment!" peekik Vanka's.

"He helped me take care of this house" Tristan replied calmly, without being swayed by Vanka's earlier screeches.

"You mean, she..pem-helper?" ask the woman to make sure.

"Yes, you could say that."

"HAAAHHHH, you're crazy! Where is there such a beautiful maid!" pekik Vanka again.

"Beautiful?"

...Seriate...