SURVIVORS

190 Chapter. Mustafa's Feelings

Morning at breakfast.

Mustafa says that his men could not find a man named Leon in the city. They even asked around the store.

"Maybe I saw it wrong?" Silvia was disappointed.

"What if he's just a visitor? Is it possible to search?" Silvia proposed a possibility.

"Don't worry. I've advised a few people here. If they find him, we'll be notified." Mustafa comforted him.

"Thank you." Silvia continued eating.

"We must depart after this, to arrive at the next town in the evening." Obviously Mustafa.

"Hem." Silvia nodded.

A servant entered the room and handed over a cloth package. Then leave after Mustafa says thank you.

"After this, change your clothes with this." point Mustafa at the parcel.

"Why should I change my clothes?" asked Silvia in wonder.

""The next journey is more dangerous. We have to ride. And you better not be recognized as a woman." Mustafa explained calmly.

"Oh? Alright. I'm gonna change clothes now." Silvia stands.

"Bring your own drugs. Others give to the waiter to pack." Advice Mustafa.

"Yes." Yeah." Silvia went followed by the maid.

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Mustafa helps Silvia ride a dark horse. Silvia's clothes were no different from her bodyguards. But to protect her skin from the scorching sun, Silvia wore a wide cloth that could cover her head up to her face.

"We're leaving." Mustafa gave aba-aba.

The cavalry walked towards the city gate. Silvia rode her own horse. Lucky while living in the flower fields, he and the others were taught Robert to ride wild horses. Now he's no longer riding a horse.

As soon as the gate came out, the horses were crushed. And the company passed quickly. They had to race and only stopped during the day to rest the horses. The area between this city and the next is notoriously dangerous. It was impassable for a slow-moving trade caravan.

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The dark had already descended when the city gate was seen. The cavalry drove the horse faster.

The gate was closed tightly. A guard came down and banged on the gate.

"We are Mr. Mustafa's entourage. Open the door."

"Before" came a cry from within.

The gate was opened slightly so that the group could enter the city. And then shut it down again quickly.

Mustafa took the horse to a separate building. Then help Silvia to get down. The horses were immediately taken by the male servants.

Now they're through a big door. The servants looked down.

"Welcome, sir." Greet them respectfully.

"Prepare the food, then prepare a room for him." Mustafa took off Silvia's face and head covering.

The servants were shocked when they realized that it was a woman.

"Yes, sir, we'll prepare." They then disperse to do their respective tasks.

Mustafa takes Silvia to an open room. There lay a broad carpet of maroon, beige and black. The motif and color alloy are very fitting. Mustafa sat there.

'Ah, sitting on a carpet like this is typical of Indonesian people.' Inner Silvia. He sat not far from Mustafa.

A waiter came in. Put a tray containing sweets. Various types of cakes, nuts, dates, raisins and warm tea in the teapot. The waiter carefully poured the tea into the silver cup.

"Food is being prepared sir."

"Hem." Mustafa shook his hand. The waiter came out.

"Drink this tea while waiting for the food to come."

Mustafa thrust the teacup in front of Silvia. Then he sipped his drink first.

Silvia followed. Sip on that warm and fragrant tea. Then taste all kinds of snacks that exist. Although not filling, at least his stomach is more comfortable now.

Silvia was eager to lie on the carpet to straighten her tired back. But for the sake of politeness he still survives sitting sweetly like a submissive girl.

'If only elo didn't exist, I ude gogolerant on this carpet. Nasiib. fate' Inner Silvia tormented.

Half an hour later, some servants came in carrying some dishes. There's bread, a plate of grilled meat, a bowl of sauce, and stir-fry beans.

Silvia's eyes sparkled.

'I finally saw vegetables again. It's called eating.' he thought happy.

"You like this? Be eating. I'll have them cook it again tomorrow."

Silvia. Didn't think Mustafa was paying attention to his behavior.

"thank you. I like vegetables." Silvia was embarrassed.

The dinner was passed quietly. Then Silvia was escorted to the room that had been prepared for her.

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"We'll continue our journey tomorrow. The horses need enough rest." Mustafa informs them of their travel plans.

Silvia nodded while eating.

"We can also take a walk in this city. You haven't had time to buy anything yet." Mustafa bargained kindly.

"Hemm, okay." Silvia answered briefly before starting to enjoy her yogurt.

Breakfast this morning was not a heavy meal. There was only bread filled with fruit sweets like jam. There's a bowl of fresh grapes. A glass of milk with fragrant spices and a bowl of yogurt with honey topping.

It seems Mustafa is really observant with Silvia's liking. Last night he had said what he wanted for breakfast. And the servants did not disappoint him. He could enjoy that beautiful face smiling happily in every mouthful of his meal. The kitchen waiters deserve a reward for it.

"We can get around town by train if you want." Mustafa bargained.

"No. Let's just walk. I ate a lot this morning. Must be balanced with jogging to be healthy." declined Silvia.

"alright. Put on your veil before you go out." Mustafa.

"Ah, I forgot. Let me take it first."

"No."

Mustafa prevents Silvia from leaving. He called the maid who took care of Silvia.

"Mustafa's. This place is not like an inn. There's no other guests here." Silvia spoke up what she wanted to ask from last night.

"Of course there are no other guests. Because this is my house."

Mustafa smiled widely. His teeth were white and neat until they were seen. He looks more like Ethan. It made Silvia feel claustrophobic and breathless.?

"You why?" Mustafa was surprised to see Silvia's condition suddenly change.

"It's okay.." Silvia replied intermittently. He tries hard to throw the shadow of Ethan's smile off his head.

"No. We cancel the streets. You're exhausted and you need to rest."

Mustafa immediately lifted Silvia's body, taking her to the room. The female servant who came with the veil in hand was made confused. He didn't know whether to follow his master or leave both

"Help the place where he lay!" mustafa shouted at the female servant.

"Let's.iya sir." The waiter immediately ran ahead of Mustafa. He patted the pillow and stacked it two to make it more cushioned and comfortable.

"Is the lady sick?" tanyanya's worried.

"No. I'm just still feeling tired." Answer Silvia.

His face was still flushed, as he did not expect to be carried by Mustafa. His heart is beating fast. And Mustafa realized that while carrying him earlier

"Call the physician now." Mustafa commanded.

"No. not necessary." Reject Silvia.

"You've just healed. I shouldn't have taken you right away when you haven't really recovered." Mustafa felt sorry.

"No. I'll be better soon. Just need a break." Silvia calms Mustafa.

Mustafa looked doubtfully. But he didn't want to force Silvia.

"Can you promise me one thing?" ask Mustafa.

"What's that?" Silvia corrected her sitting position.

"If you're uncomfortable, just tell him." Mustafa pointed at the female servant.

"alright. So let me rest now. We can take a walk in the afternoon." persuaded Silvia.

"Hmmm.. Alright. I'm out now."

Mustafa stands. Give some instructions before leaving the room.

"Miss, are you sure you're okay?" the waiter approached.

"Hmmm.. Help me change into loose clothing. I feel so claustrophobic about wearing it." Silvia reasoned.

"Well miss."

The servant was skilled at serving his nona. He soon found out his master liked this young lady. The kitchen maids and himself had received special instructions to serve and make their new miss happy.

"Can you get me some cold water?" Ask Silvia.

He couldn't have expected ice water at this time. But cold water is likely they know how to store so that the water remains cool and cool.

"I'll get you ready soon, miss." The waiter came out of the room. Silvia laid her body. Breathing out and exhaling slowly.

"Silvia, Mustafa is not Ethan. He's a completely different person." he murmured subtly.

"Hold yourself. Don't go crazy missing someone." Silvia convinced herself.

"My love for Ethan, not Mustafa," Silvia muttered to herself.

"Don't hallucinate and embrace her carelessly. He's not Ethan. Not Ethan" whispered Silvia with her eyes closed.

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