The antagonist?

11. Both

>> Hazel Adamina Betrix

The beautiful morning she greeted with a cup of hot milk, the smoke was even seen still billowing until Hazel had to blow it several times before drinking it.

Hazel still remembered how it happened last night, in fact her heart felt racing when she was with Matteo. The man was indeed cold, more so than Arzhel, but she was not a foolish girl to notice Matteo's drastic change in attitude towards him. It seems Matteo really likes it.

But he is still a little hesitant, the storyline should not be damaged just like that. Hazel had to keep thinking ahead of her making her unable to do so at will.

The door was knocked several times making Hazel turn her head. "Go in," he said. Then Celsa came in with an envelope that must have contained a letter. "From who?"

"From Young Master Arzhel," Celsa replied as she handed him the envelope. Hazel frowned and opened it and read the letter.

To Hazel.

Do the drama well today, I'll explain. I'll be there in a while and by then you should be ready.

Signed, Archel.

Hazel rolled her eyeballs, obviously lazy. What he wants this blind morning, you crazy man. "Please prepare warm water for me to take a bath, I'll go today."

"Mr Arzhel is taking you away?" celsa asked in disbelief, maybe she thought what else was going to happen.

"Yes" replied Hazel. He was still upset about yesterday, how Alexa hurt Camorra and Arzhel who defended without thinking about it. Today it was her turn to demand an apology. Oh, is he gonna take Alexa? damn, if he does, he deliberately wants to make her see those who continue to indulge in intimacy. Just watch.

Celsa retreats and immediately prepares what Hazel has in store, but Evie suddenly arrives. "Hazel, there's Mr. Archel downstairs waiting for you."

Hazel's eyebrows immediately swooped sharply with a look of annoyance. "But, very early in the morning. What the hell is he doing?" he clucked while holding his chest. "Say I'll get ready first."

"Mr Arzhel wants you to see him first, he said, ", Evie said. Hazel pouted but still rushed to meet the Young Master or he would go on a rampage, who knows. Hazel came down the stairs and saw Arzhel chatting with his parents.

"Hazel, aren't you ready?" ask Theodore.

Hazel shook her head and approached while sitting next to her mother. "Not yet, I'm just gonna take a shower. Didn't know that Arzhel was coming this early" he said, putting a little emphasis on the last sentence as he looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

But he was greeted with a small laugh. "I'm sorry, I was thinking of taking you around. Hit this air is always refreshing, so you don't get bored" replied Arzhel who immediately made Hazel tick.

"Yes, you guys are gone. Arzhel, Uncle and Aunt go first, you be careful" said Theodore, who immediately stood with Harmonia.

"Where are Mom and Dad going?"

"Go to Cardinere's residence to discuss something" Theodore said, damaging Hazel's head. Hazel intends to ask again but she pauses because it seems like they are in a rush for time.

Hazel and Arzhel remained silent, no one spoke or greeted first. But not wanting to be trapped for longer, Arzhel stood up and approached Hazel who was still sitting. "stand."

Hazel pouted, without asking she chose to stand up to be quick. Unexpectedly, Arzhel pulled and hugged him, though still awkward Hasrk was of course surprised. "What"

"Be quiet, I'm being spied on by your confidants Mom and Dad. I told you to act well today" he whispered.

Hazel clucked but she did not return Arzhel's embrace at all. "That's because you lie to see me all the time instead of seeing Alexa, right?"

"You know?"

"Originally guess, because it must be like that. Don't lie often."

"So, you stink there, you stink," said Arzhel, releasing his arms and he was immediately greeted by the deadly gaze of the blonde girl. But somehow in his eyes this time Hazel looks very funny.

N-no! Arzhel regained his senses and immediately dismissed his thoughts.

"Who told you to come in the morning, you crazy son of a bitch. I'm not helping you figure out the taste!" his grunt was puffed up, Hazel left with her legs slightly snapped, unconsciously Archel chuckled at it.

Hazel immediately soaked, not long because she did not want to make the Young Master wait for him too long because he was still kind. Hazel chose one dress that was quite simple but could look luxurious as well as simultaneously the one she just bought while playing with Camorra and Matteo. Not excessive with a light purple color with a charming gold-colored flower pattern.

He wears makeup as usual, according to him not too complicated or how to fit it. This time his hair was deliberately tied high enough, not like the usual that he always stalls. He also chooses shoes that are not too high to make it easier for him to walk later.

Hazel came down later and Archel was waiting for her. "Let's have breakfast outside."

Oh right, he hasn't had breakfast either and it looks like Arzhel did. So Hazel just nodded in agreement, she asked Evie to accompany her while Celsa stayed here this time.

Seeing that there was only one chariot in front of him, Hazel looked back and forth and the real Arzhel asked, "What are you looking for?"

"The horse-drawn carriage" said Hazel.

"What is this in front of you?"

"We're riding the same train?"

Arzhel gave a lip, holding back the thing he wanted to say. "I told you to just follow and act right today. Don't ask too many questions" said Arzhel whispering in a forced smile, because he knew the person his mother told him to be here and would continue to follow him.

The carriage started to walk but quietly continued to surround, even the sound of the horse tread could be heard loud. The atmosphere was awkward because they remained silent, Hazel actually did not care, but they could not continue like this either. "Let me sit with Celsa and you with Vozie if you're uncomfortable."

"Obsolutely, or are you uncomfortable?" Arzhel looked at him waiting for an answer, their distance was arguably very close even now that the man's hand could have embraced him, if it wanted to.

Hazel rolled her eyes lazily hearing the question. "It's not wrong that you're so old? don't you remember who dodged it so often?"

"I'm just keeping Alexa feeling," replied Arzhel soberly.

"Yes, Celsa came here"

"No, don't bother. It is difficult to change seats in the car, no need to be weird!" Arzhel was in the way of making Celsa who had wanted to stand up directly sit down again.

"Where are we going?" because of his annoyance since earlier did not come to the destination, he did not want to continue to be trapped in this train let alone sitting next to Arzhel. Duh ....

"In a moment, be patient a little human. We will go to a place to eat near one of the lakes, after eating we can walk there," replied Arzhel.

The incessant every sentence that came out of Arzhel's mouth upset him half-empty, if he could hit, he would have done it from the beginning. It is unethical that the storyline is a mess because an antagonist hit hard on the male lead. Funny to think too.

Although this day was forced, Hazel thought it was a good start for her. Hopefully he can pull Archel back and dump Alexa like he should. Being an antagonist must be evil, right? though just want to take what should be his instead must arrive at the stamp as an antagonist.

Do you think a girl can't be an antagonist?

They arrived at the place that Arzhel meant, the restaurant was beautiful because it was decorated with plants and flowers. Arzhel went down first and stretched out his hand, while Hazel frowned and did not reply to Arzhel's hand that wanted to help him down.

"I can go down by myself" said Hazel and was about to go down. The man clucked, inwardly wondering if Hazel still didn't understand about acting well today? so without asking for approval, he pulled the girl's hand and quickly held her waist until Hazel did not step on.

It was only when Arzhel lowered him that his feet were back on the ground that his gaze was clearly still shocked. Arzhel made sure he was the one who had to help him get off the train. Celsa and Vozie were even seen with the same facial features as Hazel, surprised.

Unwilling to wait for Hazel, who was still shocked, Arzhel pulled the girl's hand back and grabbed it. Hazel turned her head, but the man did not respond. He walked towards the door of the restaurant with Hazel holding her hand.

"Should it be like that?" hazel asked then who was met with a small murmur, as the doors of the restaurant opened several waiters greeted them kindly.

"Welcome, Young Master Arzhel and Young Miss Hazel!" welcoming them, Hazel replied with a different smile to Arzhel who just nodded and again invited him to step towards the table by the window. A well-lit sun also looks very comfortable.

Arzhel sat by a window that was not too shone, while Hazel was in her armchair that was completely showered with sunlight. The waiter came and Arzhel ordered, strangely the waiter went straight away not asking him. Is it because he is busy looking out?

"It's been ordered with mine too?" tanyanya who was nodding. "What did you order?"

"The human diet."

After that answer, Hazel chose not to ask again. He is deliberately trying to make her upset continue huh? it would be nice if that. Then he chose to wait for the food to come while enjoying the outside scenery that directly leads to the lake. It was really pretty, there was even a goose there as well.

"Oh yes." Hazel just remembered. "Alexa owes Camorra an apology. He deliberately slapped and slapped his nails until Camorra's cheeks bled."

"Have it?" asked Arzhel in disbelief, indeed Alexa's slap yesterday was so severe, that it sounded quite loud. He did not expect the girl to also use her nails, he acted far away.

"If you don't believe it, see for yourself. If you're still demanding an apology about that time, I'll apologize but Alexa has to apologize to Camorra. Even if anyone knows it's his reckless behavior."

Arzhel was silent for a moment, he then sighed. "You changed."

Hazel cringing. "Why say that? I was talking about-"

"Yes, you're changing, Hazel. From the moment you fell down the stairs, you sure you didn't lose your memory?"

"If so, every time I meet someone I'll ask who."

"I'm sorry about that time" said Arzhel suddenly. While Hazel frowned confused because she did not know where to go. Oh, maybe about being humiliated?

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. But surely I remember always, when enough of my image is bad in your eyes only, do not need to be made bad in front of others. If you knew it would be angry."

"I'm really sorry, I was so upset that I thought you were overreacting."

"I just want to take what should be mine."

The sentence became final, even when the food came they were silent. Eat quietly, as well as Hazel who keeps looking towards the calm lake.

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