The antagonist?

21. Replies at Night

After chatting earlier with Arzhel, Hazel kept silent with her face bent, she frowned from now on and if Arzhel asked then she would answer cynically. But Arzhel was actually made to smile several times by his behavior, why did Hazel look funny?

Until arriving for Arzhel and his family home because the day was getting late. They say goodbye, and Arzhel salutes him and Hazel retaliates.

"Theo, we have to go home now. Hopefully next time we can meet again and maybe hold a small event?" saga said with a chuckle, Theodore smiled and nodded in return and shook hands.

After saying goodbye they immediately boarded the horse carriage that would take them back to the original residence. There are two chariots, the first carriage is boarded by Mr. Saga and Mrs Georgina, the second carriage is a carriage that Arzhel and Vozie ride.

When the train was moving, Vozie, who was seen from the window, waved her hand with a happy smile. Likewise with Hazel who became smiling also waved back cheerfully.

Arzhel stared at the servant flat, after the show waving each other was over then Vozie looked at him. "What's? why look at me like that?"

"It seems you are very familiar with Hazel" said Arzhel.

"Me and Hazel are friends" Vozie replied.

"It's not polite to just say his name."

"I said Hazel and I were friends. He himself told me to just call her without frills Miss."

"Hazel is not that good," the sentence that was thrown this time was out of the topic according to Vozie, the man turned his head after previously having had time to throw his face towards the window without looking at Arzhel who was clearly talking to him.

"I can return your words" said Vozie, who then turned her whole body to her Young Master. "Alexa isn't that good either."

Arzhel frowned and his eyes squinted hearing that. "Why bring Alexa?"

"You're also off topic, accusing others you don't know very well." Vozie again glared, annoyed with Archel who was now staring annoyed at him.

"I know Hazel well."

Vozie laughed in her heart, she has an idea she should try now. "Then, try to mention Hazel's eye color."

Archel rolled his eyes lazily. "Everyone knows that Hazel's eye color is green."

"How many moles of Hazel are visible and everywhere?" The question this time was just an origin question that suddenly flashed in Vozie's mind. He was waiting for Arzhel who seemed to think while holding his chest.

"There's seven. One under his left eye, the second under his chin, the third at his right neck, the fourth in his left hand between his index and middle fingers, the fifth is in his right hand on his upper arm, the sixth on his forehead which is sometimes covered in bangs, and the seventh behind his left ear," call Arzhel at length and Vozie did not expect the man would answer so much detail.

Vozie cengo while Archel looked at her confusedly. Then the servant suddenly pointed at him. "WELL! YOU'RE INTERESTED IN HAZEL!"

A startled Arzhel immediately snatched away while slightly covering both ears, the cry seemed to be heard to come out as well. "What do you mean? You doubted that I didn't know Hazel that well, why even conclude that?"

The gel he got in return first, Vozie inching to move sit to sampaing Arzhel. He then embraces the shoulder of his Young Master like an old friend, yes indeed yes, hehe. "Listen, although the mole was the visible one, but I myself did not even know with the mole that was between the index finger and middle finger. You're interested in Hazel, Arzhel. An uninterested person won't mention that much detail, meaning you pay attention to it."

"Wait-wait"

Vozie put her index finger on Arzhel's lips, giving the gesture to keep the man quiet because he was not finished. "Even if he knows well, you will only guess and mention what you usually see, but until that detail, um!"

"Why deduce through a mole alone, weird." Arzhel took off Vozie's embrace with an annoyed face, when in fact he was thinking about what Vozie had just said. If you think about it, it does have a point, but somehow it feels like he refused.

No way, he just loves Alexa.

"Instead, have you ever seen anyone say hello to Alexa as much as anyone who greets Hazel? it's true that many say Alexa is a good child, but next time, you need to see their gaze. Is it as sincere as Hazel's gaze?"

"Alexa's just not very good at socializing so she's just a cramped neighborhood, you know she's a shy girl."

Vozie's turn this time moved to her original seat to stay away and again while peeking cynically at him. "Have it, it is useless to explain something to a person who is allergic to facts for being a slave to love."

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Hazel, who was sitting reading in her new room, somehow sighed. Unknowingly this was the second book he had read after Archel and his parents had left, he was still waiting for a letter from Camorra.

"What's up? even though Camorra sent him a letter yesterday not to worry, but the next letter he still did not send a reply. Usually fast, it's weird." His mood declined to continue reading, the book he just kept on the table without being closed.

Hazel stared at the window, contemplating while enjoying the moon. The light of the street lamp was so bright that his eyes squinted as it illuminated a small bicycle he was familiar with. That's a letter carrier.

He woke up in a hurry, immediately running to get to the main gate. Celsa who saw him then followed in panic, Hazel did not care about anything and was afraid that it would make him fall especially when going down the stairs so with the initiative of Celsa chasing.

Hazel opened the main door and up ahead - okay this is a long way away, she still has to run. He saw some of his bodyguards talking to the mailman. Upon hearing the approaching steps they turned around and immediately saluted knowing that Hazel was coming.

He bowed for a moment to pay his respects and approached the mailman after the guards gave him access to the road. "Is there a letter for me?"

The mailman nodded and gave him an envelope that was still closed. "For Miss Hazel of Miss Camorra. Sorry to interrupt Miss's break this night," he said.

Hazel smiles. "It's okay, thanks for delivering the letter even though it's been this night, uncle has worked hard. Uncle wants a drink?"

The man nodded quickly. "Ah, no need, Miss!"

"Uncle rest first here, later will be made a drink," said Hazel while leading the man to sit because there is a guard chair there. "Make tea warm, bring bread."

"Miss Hazel, no need, I don't want to bother," she refused again, but Hazel replied with a smile. Then the hot tea came along with the hot bread Hazel asked for.

"Uncle rest first" repeated Hazel kindly. After the mailman agreed, Hazel decided to return home. He also apologized for not being able to accompany him for too long, he also left it to Celsa to prepare a box of warm bread and tucked some money for the mailman.

Hazel opened the letter at the door of her room so impatient.

To : Hazel

Hazel, good night.I'm sorry to reply to your letter. It's Matteo, Camorra who told me to return your letter. Emm ... I'll explain tomorrow, okay? about the incident, sorry if you feel uncomfortable. Tomorrow Camorra and I will visit again, as usual. I'm sorry I'm not very good at words in letters, maybe that's all.

Warm greetings, Matteo.^^^

Geez, it's so funny this Matteo.