Something Beautiful

Chapter - 6

"Truly unimaginable, Boo, really!" lisa exclaimed to the old servant who limped into her bedroom while carrying a small pile of firewood.

Boo squinted his myopic eyes at his seventeen-year-old employer, who was lying face down on the bed. Lisa's tiny chin was piled on top of her hands, her body wrapped in clothes she used to wear everyday, namely brown tights and worn shirts.

"It's really confusing" Lisa repeated in a displeased tone of voice.

"What's so confusing, Miss Bruschweiler?" boo asked, approaching the bed. In front of his master, on a bed sheet, stretched out something white and wide, the myopic servant concluded that it was not a newspaper towel. Squinting his eyes, he stared at the white object, which on it seemed to be a lot of black stains, so he finally managed to correctly conclude that it was a newspaper.

"It says here" Lisa told the newspaper on April 2, 1813, with her index finger, "Madam Kim held a dance party for eight hundred people, followed by a dinner consisting of at least 45 different types of food! 45 Types of food! Can you imagine how wasteful that is? Then," Lisa continued, subconsciously sweeping her wavy hair from the nape while glaring at the newspaper that had upset her," the article constantly tells about the people who come to the party with the clothes they wear. Just listen to this, Sarah," he said, reprimanding and smiling as Sarah galloped into her room carrying a pile of freshly ironed clothes.

Sarah had been acting as their housekeeper until Lisa's father died three years ago, but due to the deterioration of Lisa's family's financial situation following her father's death, the woman was forced to be dismissed along with several other servants, boo and his wife, who are too old and weak to find work. Now Sarah only comes once a month, with a village girl, to help wash clothes and clean the house.

With a high tone of rage, Lisa read the article to Sarah, "Miss Jung came along with Mr. Choi. The pale yellow silk dress that Miss Jung wore was adorned with sprinkles of pearls and diamonds." as she chuckled amusedly, Lisa closed the newspaper and looked at Sarah. "Can you believe anyone would read this kind of nonsense? There are indeed people who care what dress a person is wearing or whether it is important to know if a master has just returned from his short trip to Scotland, or the rumor that he showed interest in a very pretty, high-ranking girl?"

Sarah raised her eyebrows and stared unhappily at the clothes Lisa was wearing. "There are some young women who care a lot about their appearance" he said.

Lisa accepted the well-meaning innuendo cheerfully, not offended. "It's more than a little powder and blush to make me a lady." Lisa had long hoped to get out of her cocoon as a beautiful blonde girl but that never came true. Instead, his wavy old brown hair was cut short, his chin was still petite yet haughty, his nose was still small, and his body was still as straight and agile as a boy. In reality, the only thing that was extraordinary to him was his large greenish hazel-colored eyes with dense eyelashes that seemed to dominate his face, the face that was now slightly brownish from working and riding in the sun, Even so, the look of her face did not make Lisa worried at all, he has a lot more important things to think about.

Three years ago, after the death of her grandfather and shortly thereafter her father, technically Lisa, although this term is incorrect, became 'head of the family'. Into the hands of the family, he was handed the task of taking care of the two old servants, managing the family finances, ensuring there was food on the table, and facing the emotions of his mother who likes to explode.

An ordinary girl, raised in an ordinary way, would not be able to accept the challenge. But there was absolutely nothing unusual about Lisa's appearance or her ability. As a young girl, she learned to fish and shoot in order to become a friend of her father if he came to visit. Now with a tough attitude, he can use that skill to feed his family.

The clashing sound of firewood being dropped into the wooden box distracts all the attention from the diamond-studded party dress. Shivering withholding the cold air that seeped through the thick walls of his house so that the weather inside felt humid and cold even though in the summer, he folded his hands in front of his chest. "Don't scatter it Boo," he said quickly, as the servant leaned over to add the small slant of firewood he had brought earlier to the small burning fireplace. "It's not too cold here" he explained, "it's just a little windy. Very good for health. Anyway, I'm going outside in a few minutes to attend Roseanne's little brother's birthday party, so there's no point wasting good firewood."

Boo glanced at him and nodded, but the logs slipped out of his hands and rolled on the rough wooden floor. The man straightened his body and looked around. Aware of the limited vision of her servant, Lisa softly said, "The wood is near the foot of the table," then sympathetically watched the old maid limp down near the table and squat down, squatting down, groping the floor around it to look for wood. "Sadah?" Lisa suddenly asked, when a strangely thrilling feeling rumbled across her chest, a feeling she had once also felt three years ago. "Have you ever felt that something extraordinary would happen?"

Sarah efficiently closed the desk drawer then quickly walked into the wardrobe. "Of course I have."

"Yes"

"really?" lisa said, her hazel eyes shining, curious. "What's going on?"

"The fireplace collapsed, just like I warned your father if he didn't fix it right away."

A sweet laugh came from Lisa's lips and she shook her head. "No, no, I don't mean that kind of feeling." With a little embarrassment Lisa admitted, "Since Grandpa died I've sometimes got this feeling, but it's been a week now that the feeling is getting stronger and more frequent. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for something to happen."

Surprised to hear Lisa's laughing voice and her dreamy attitude when usually the girl is always logical and energetic, Sarah noticed it fixedly. "What do you think will happen?"

Lisa shuddered funny. "Something beautiful." He wanted to say it again, but his mind was divided by the sound of the female screaming from Uncle Monty's bedroom at the end of the hall, followed by the sound of the door slamming, and the footsteps running. Lisa straightened up and leaped down from the bed with grace, a spirited gesture that matched her true nature more than the melancholy attitude. At the same time, the village girl whom Sarah had brought to help with the job of washing clothes, galloped furiously into the bedroom.

"He patted my ass, really!" spray the girl, while rubbing her waist. He then raised his hand and pointed fiercely at Uncle Monty's room. "I shouldn't have gotten such treatment from a person like him, or even anyone! I'm a good girl, and,"

"Then act like a good girl, and watch your mouth!" hardik Sarah's.

Lisa sighed when she realized the responsibility of running this family was handed back to her and cast a shadow over the 45 types of food from her mind. "I'm going to talk to Uncle Monty" he said to the angry girl before him. "I'm sure he won't do it again" then smiling witfully he added, "At least, he won't do it again unless you bend over nearby. Uncle Monty is. well. experts judge a woman's body, and if the woman has a round butt, she usually shows her admiration by patting, and if the woman has a round butt, it's like a horse rancher patting a horse's ass that comes from a good breed."

The words were considered a compliment and made the girl's anger subside, because even though Monty's mannerisms were not gentlemanly, she remained a noble.

As everyone was leaving, Sarah stared grimly at the empty room with the magazine still lying on the bed. "Something beautiful." he snorted, thinking how miserable the life of the seventeen-year-old girl, who tried, without complaining, to bear the burden of this strange family, was, who only had an old butler and a hunchback who was too proud to admit that he had begun to be deaf as well as a myopic servant.

Lisa's family also weighed on Lisa as well as her servants, Sarah thought upset. His uncle Monty, though friendly, was very rarely in a conscious state, though not drunk enough to snatch at every opportunity showing his affection to every person wearing a skirt. Mrs Burschweiler, Lisa's mother, the one who was supposed to take responsibility after Mr. Burschweiler died, has handed over all the responsibilities of managing this household to Lisa, the fund being Lisa's greatest free.