Santri Famiglia's

Sneaking out

The black-haired man introduces himself as Kelana, while the one with him is the boss named Gafrillo. It was Aeneas Baldovino Gafrillo. He did not give the man his full name. It was customary for him to call and introduce Aeneas only by the name of Gafrillo when outside. They're looking for Fang.

"Sorry, but Mr. Fang is not home. He was on the farm" said the gardener.

"Can you please call him for us? Tell me that Mr. Gafrillo is looking for him!" Kelana.

"Sure, Sir." The gardener nodded. "But, may I ask you a little help, gentlemen?"

"As long as we can, we will definitely help" Kelana replied.

Damiyan watched from far away. His mouth did not stop chewing. When one tree runs out of fruit, he moves to another tree whose fruit is still thick.

"Can the gentlemen take care of the boy while I'm gone?" The gardener pointed at Damiyan.

Two of his guests looked. A little boy stood in the middle of the lushness of the bonsai that was only half a meter tall. They look at each other.

"Mr Fang assigned me to watch over him. No one will be watching him if I leave."

"It doesn't matter at all. He is bigger than my kids. It would be easier to take care of her than two four-year-olds" Kelana said with a smile.

"In that case, I beg you to retreat for a moment! I'll be back soon with Mr. Fang."

The gardener took a bicycle. He saluted again when he saw Aeneas and Kelana. Kelana invited Aeneas to sit on a chair under the cherry tree. Damiyan continued to look at them while eating fruit.

"Hey, kid, come here! Sit with us!" He waved to Damiyan.

However, Damiyan just looked at him without moving places. He grabbed the fruit that was within reach. Kelana looked very friendly, while Aeneas was flat-faced.

"You must be Grandpa Fang's granddaughter, right?" Kelana just kept asking Damiyan to talk.

"Not."

"Oh, I thought you were his granddaughter. So, what's your name?"

"Damiyan," Damiyan said.

The boy picked some fruit. He took her to Aeneas and Kelana. Damiyan had a small idea.

"It's eat!" Damiyan threw oranges, apples, and red wine at the table, "that old man was so impolite, leaving guests without treats."

Aeneas does not look friendly at all. However, Kelana looks like a person who can be invited to discuss.Damian wants to be friendly with Kelana.

That's what he did to launch his idea. Who knows, the grown man could give him a lift to the inn. It was enough for Damiyan to stay with Fang for a few days. He has to find his family.

"thank you. I'm Kelana. This is my boss Gafrillo." They eat oranges to appreciate Damiyan. The small oranges are not seeded.

"What are these uncles Grandpa Fang?" ask Damiyan. He sat in one of the chairs.

"A acquaintance only." Kelana painstakingly responded to Damiyan.

It was in stark contrast to Aeneas who was not involved in the conversation at all. That doesn't matter to Damiyan. One of them is enough. Damiyan had never expected their first meeting to have any effect on his future.

Not long after, the gardener came with Fang. They ride bicycles into the yard. Fang hurriedly parked the bike and walked over to Aeneas and Kelana

"We just want a little information from you, Grandpa Fang. Introduce it! I'm Kelana. Maybe we haven't met in all this time. But, I am Mr. Gafrillo's assistant."

"You look the same age."

"You could say, We did grow up together. From childhood to adulthood, we play and learn together. In fact, college is also together."

"Then you are not like friends. Why do you call him Sir?" Fang looked at Kelana and Aeneas alternately.

"I just want to honor Mr. Gafrillo. Even though we are closer than friends, Mr. Gafrillo is still my master."

"Young Gafrillo, you're still as quiet as you were. Don't be so stiff! It's gonna be hard to get a girl.." Fang turned to pay attention to Aeneas.

Instead of responding, Aeneas asked, "Where did you keep the chip?"

"Let's get in the house and talk about this inside!" invite Fang. He looks worried.

"Tell me here! This place is deserted. No one will hear it."

"There's a little boy here. Instead, we talk about these adult affairs elsewhere," Fang said glancing at Damiyan at a glance.

Aeneas looked at Damiyan. The expression is more sour than oranges according to Damiyan. Aeneas' yellow hair somehow made Damiyan liken it to an orange. Damiyan thought so as if he was not aware that he himself had different hair from people in general. Although Damiyan was small, his hair was white evenly from root to tip. The color was even brighter than Grandpa Fang's gray. In addition, his skin was also paler than the three of them. Only her eyes and lips looked extremely contrasting and colored.

"Damiyan, don't go anywhere! Continue your needle blowing practice!" fang's orders, then asked Aeneas, "let's say Young Gafrillo!"

Damiyan saw the three men enter the house. Instead of continuing as instructed, Damiyan instead quietly followed. He's looking for a hideout to steal the listen. His curious soul asked to be satisfied.

"I don't know anymore after moving into Vladimir's hands. You saw it for yourself, didn't you? Now, I just want to enjoy my retirement in peace, no longer want to get involved with that kind of business."

"So, only Grandpa Vladimir knows where those things and people are?" ask Kelana.

"Yes. Unfortunately, I'm not sure you'll get the information you want. Vladimir's the only living secret holder."

"What does that mean? Vladimir's grandfather is dead?" She demanded an explanation.

"No. More precisely, I do not know what the exact condition is. He left his grandson to me. The boy you saw outside was Vladimir's grandson. It's been a few days since Vladimir didn't come back here."

"Indeed, where is Grandpa Vladimir?" ask Kelana again.

"Last time, he said he wanted to save his son and son-in-law who were held by Labucona. Perhaps, he was still in the lair of those women."

Damiyan did not listen to the conversation until it was over. He guessed the direction of the conversation from some of the conversations.

Aeneas and Kelana need something from Vladimir. Damiyan was sure they would definitely look for his grandfather. This is a golden opportunity for Damiyan.

The boy walked quickly to Kelana and Aeneas' car. He dyed. The gardener wasn't around. His little hand extended to the doorknob.

"Not locked," she smiled.

Damiyan got into the car through the front door. Carefully, he closed the door. However, the door did not close tightly so as not to make a sound.

From the front seat, Damiyan crawled backwards. He stepped over the middle seat. Then, the boy curled up in the back seat, waiting for Aeneas and Kelana to return.