Not the Riding Prince

Special Room

I just felt a pain in my neck and right cheek. That woman really sucks. I'd accept if the one who did this was Evan's wife.

"Don't fight in my house. If you don't like living here, get rid of it!" said president flat. My home? she mean?

"Why? are you surprised woman ******?" asked the woman with a sardonic smile. "Do you think this is Evan's house? haha. ****!"

What the hell is it?

"Easy! you better get out of here, Hana. We have no more business. And never come back."

"No! I'm not leaving, that's my room that you made especially for me isn't it? I've never even worn it, why did she–"

"Because of him." pointed to me, "It's the owner now. It's a decision I've made and no one can sue him."

"June! this is not fair. Please, just give me one more chance. I beg you." the woman begged and got a rejection from the President. Were they lovers, before? wait, this isn't Evan's house? then where's Evan? I didn't see him from that moment.

"You! come with me now." I just stared, before he went back to yelling "Hey! we deaf?"

"L-yes, President." I immediately followed him. I caught a glimpse of how the woman called Hana was glaring at me.

The president walked towards the upper room. To a room I had never been to before. He pressed the number button beside the entrance. Worth it, this room is locked with a password apparently.

As soon as we entered, I smelled dust, stuffy. Maybe, because it has not been occupied for a long time. Once we enter, the lights turn on automatically.

...The truck...

...The truck...

...The truck...

...The truck...

The whole lamp is lit in relay. Showing the whole room. Nothing special. Just the room as usual. There is a large bed, a sofa complete with a table, and also a television.

The walls are surrounded which may be a closet, because it looks like a closet door in general. Why so much?

The president opened the coat. Throw it on the bed. Then he walked towards the little nightstand. Open one of the drawers and take a remote. Maybe it's a AC remote.

As soon as he pressed the button, the door I thought was the closet door, opened. And ... Whoa!

I can see the sea from this room. Even from the dome I can see everything. Just looking from here, the atmosphere was very different. Bedroom with a view directly to the sea. Not very clear, but I like it.

"Do you like it?"

"Hem. It's exquisite. Very lovely. Is this house heaven? why is there so much beauty and wonder in it?" I asked unconsciously.

"You can have this room."

"What?"

"All of this is not free. There is a price you must pay."

"Even I haven't paid Evan yet."

"Yes, he said what I got right now I have to pay, not with money but I don't know what he wants. He hasn't said it."

"Why do you accept it even if he has a wife?"

I stared for a moment.

"Because he saved my life."

"really?"

"He who thinks I'm human when everyone looks at me as trash."

President reacted. He moved as if to deny what I said. Then he just shut up.

"I love him, that's the most important."

"Don't you think about his wife? or maybe his son."

"Why? I don't intend to take Evan all over. I know where I am?"

"Curtain! naive." He laid his body on the bed. Staring at the ceiling with a smile engraved on his face. Charming!

I just stood up when he fell asleep. I wasn't told to leave before he fell asleep. My heart was drawn to approach the glass wall, where there was only the sea as far as the eye could see. Wonderfully.

"Can this open?" I'm very curious. Looking at every inch of the wall, walking down to arrive at a door located at the end. Accidentally, my hand opened the doorknob that turned out to be unlocked.

Room again?

A room with one bed. Nuanced peach. Is this a girls room? who again?

There was a small table with two equally small chairs. Not for children, it's just that the size is shorter than a regular chair. There's a few boxes on that table.

On the right is a long table with a waist height, on it are many photos and also jewelry that looks like someone's craft. An ornament and some female ornaments of beads and also pearls. Is this genuine? I held it and tried to research.

Hahey! where I know what is real is fake, I myself do not understand how to distinguish it.

The photos above are just photos of a woman with a small child. From the start of the child is baby, children, adult to ... The president? is this his mother? ahhhh, that's so pretty.

At the end there. There was a dressing table with a large mirror. On the table it is still neatly arranged make-up tools and also other jewelry. Hairpins, necklaces and bracelets, earrings, brooches and more. All made of beads and pearls.

Is it not okay, this is all the President's mother who made it?

My eyes were drawn to a very beautiful hairpin. Simple, yet so caught my attention.

I don't know where I'm taking the push from and trying to wear it. Well, I look really pretty. Hihahi.

"What are you doing?"

......Prang!!!......

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