NOT THE USUAL CINDERELLA (Season 2)

THE LITTLE GIRL IS....

"It seems you really like this beach." Alvero said as he stroked the side of Deanda's head with his hand in front of Deanda's chest.

"Papa Alexis used to take me to practice martial arts by the beach. Any beach that is. But the beach in Renhill is quite unique, has many places that can be used to practice. In addition, as a child, I often play hide-and-seek on this beach because many secret places on this beach that can be used as a hiding place." Deanda said as she reminisced about her wonderful childhood with Alexis on this beach.

"You see in that part my Al! Behind the cliffs visible from here, there is a mangrove forest, and not far from there used to be a wooden house that is sometimes used as a place for fishermen to rest after fishing, and not far from there, before they came home with their sea. But it looks like the wooden house is no more now." Alvero scrunched his forehead with a wondering face because he did not expect Deanda was so familiar and familiar with this Renhill beach.

"Sweety... Have you ever visited this beach?" Alvero repeated his question, which Deanda had not heard, so Deanda did not answer.

"My Al's. Since childhood, my father Alexis used to invite me to play and train on this beach. Because there's actually my brother who's a waiter living here. More precisely my cousin. Ever since my father Alexis died, they've been visiting me more often than I've been here. Because Lady Lilian never allowed me to travel after papa died. Besides, my time is up for working for money, so there is no longer any chance and time for me to go to places like this." Deanda said with a smile with her eyes looking straight at the sea, with her face looking so relished the scene that was exposed in front of her.

Hearing Deanda's words, Alvero moved his hand that had been stroking the side of Deanda's head, toward Deanda's hand that was on her lap and held her tightly.

You really are such an amazing figure. Even talking about how bad your stepmother's behavior is, and how hard life you have to live, there are no sad looks, let alone grudges on your face and eyes. How do you deal with a life that used to be so unfair to you by staying excited and happy? For that, I have to learn a lot from you.

Alvero said inwardly as he pressed his hand against Deanda's hand, while observing Deanda's smiling face this afternoon as her eyes stared out at the open sea in front of her.

"Sweety..." Hearing Alvero call out to him, Deanda immediately turned her head away from Alvero's shoulder, then raised her head and turned towards Alvero. And quickly Alvero's lips instantly grabbed Deanda's lips, kissing her softly and soulfully.

It seemed that Alvero never got bored with the sweet, tender, voluptuous and vibrating taste of his heart as his lips came into contact with Deanda's sensual lips.

"Thank you for teaching me so many sweet things." Alvero whispered softly after smugly kissing Deanda's lips which replied to Alvero's words with a small smile.

"Whatchu mean? Isn't it by being your wife that I get a chance to learn a lot?" Deanda said as she leaned back her head against Alvero's shoulder.

"Eh, you seemed to want to tell me something after you got to this place?" As if reminded of an important promise, Deanda moved her head back, away from Alvero's shoulder, then looked towards Alvero with a curious face, waiting for what Alvero wanted to tell her.

And why did Alvero insist that he would tell her that once they got here. It was as if there was a big secret between Alvero and this place that Deanda had not yet discovered.

"Sweety, if anyone ever saves your life, if there's a chance you'll meet again. What will you give him as your thanks?" Hearing Alvero's question, Deanda immediately scrunched her forehead.

"Hmmm... What is it?" Deanda muttered softly.

"If in the fairy tales I had read, if my savior a woman I would make a brother, if a man would I make a husband. How's it?" Deanda said while laughing amusedly, deliberately uttering that to tease Alvero.

"About your words! I don't want to marry anyone but you!" Alvero said as he clicked Deanda's head whose gelatinous laughter grew louder, as soon as he saw Alvero's reaction to his answer.

"Then what dong? Then you just ask him. What he wants or needs, just don't want to take my husband if he's a woman, we can consider. Because I won't let another woman take you away from me." Deanda said as her clenched fingers moved towards Alvero's neck and gently stroked Alvero's neck, who inevitably had to hold his breath because the small touch from Deanda was enough to make his body react quickly.

"Eh, my Al. If you see this beach, let alone tell you about saving someone. I remember many years ago, I saved a boy who seemed to be kidnapped and wanted to be killed on this beach. He's older than me. Maybe he's 3-5 years older than me, he deserves to be my older brother." Deanda said in a relaxed tone, while Alvero immediately widened his eyes, perfectly rounded to hear the story from Deanda.

"Ah, I hope that boy can finally survive and now can live well. I hope he doesn't have anything bad like that in his life again. What a pity for that brother." Deanda continued her words again without realizing Alvero who was shocked, silent a thousand languages because his tongue was suddenly twisted, with glaring eyes looking towards Deanda who was telling a story as her eyes looked towards the sea, as if she was back to the events of 15 years ago, she said, where he is accidentally playing hide and seek finds a boy being held captive by a group of criminals.

"That boy. When I found him really in bad shape. With a face full of mud, and clothes that look so dirty, also look shabby, with a cold body. Though it seemed like the clothes he was wearing back then were expensive clothes. Her hand at that time also felt very cold as I held her and took her running to seek help. Do you know my Al. If only the boy looked neat and clean, he must be a handsome and adorable boy. Ah, I hope, I can have a boy like him someday." Deanda said with her sparkling eyes, as if the figure of the boy she was helping at the time was very memorable in her heart, and so vividly imprinted in her memory.