The Casa Del Castaneda

Behind a Picture

Sebastian did not answer immediately. He looked at Rafael with a strange highlight. Still ringing in the ears of the ruler Casa del Castaneda, the remark of the colleague who said that Paloma suffered from psychiatric disorders. However, Sebastian also stick to the results of the examination of expert doctors, which actually confirms the opposite.

There was a sense of suspicion in Sebastian towards the man before him. He must be very careful in making decisions. Wrong to take a little step, it could be that he will do something wrong. “You intend to deliver Paloma to Granada?” sebastian asked me what he heard.

“Yes, Sir,” replied Rafael accompanied by a warm smile. “I will return Paloma to the place where he should be. That way, Paloma will not harm others anymore. This is something very troubling,” explained the husband of Tatiana Vidal very convincingly.

Sebastian did not immediately answer. He simply smiled knots, then scratched his brows. The thirty-seven-year-old man softly mendehem. Sebastian, who was at the end of the corridor, stopped his steps and faced Rafael. “Before, I'd like to apologize to you, Sir. For now, I have not allowed Paloma to leave Casa del Castaneda. There is one reason that I can not explain in detail to you, because this is an internal problem,” reject the gentleman carefully.

A disappointed look suddenly emerged from Rafael's handsome face. The man was bearded, though inwardly grumbled violently. He swears harshly at Sebastian's refusal. However, Rafael still showed the opposite attitude in front of Sebastian. “I'm just being vigilant. It is feared that Paloma will lose control like last night. We don't know, it could have suddenly attacked you while off guard. You must understand, how the attitude of someone who has a psychiatric disorder.” Rafael seems to be persuading Sebastian to hand Paloma over to him.

However, it was a pity that Sebastian was not affected by the man's words with a neat shirt next to him. The handsome widower without the child, again only a knotty smile. “You don't need to worry. I can handle Paloma here. After the incident last night, he is much more in control,” Sebastian said calmly.

Sebastian turned his right hand forward, as a gesture for Rafael to continue. They went back down the corridor while talking, until they arrived at the front porch. “Good night, Mr. Hernandez. Give my regards to Mrs Tatiana,” Sebastian said again, when Rafael was standing near his car.

“Goodnight, Mr. Castaneda. Thank you for taking me here. I'll send you your regards,” Reply Rafael. He turned for a moment to his personal driver who was ready to open the car door. “If there is anything with Paloma, do not hesitate to contact me,” the message. A really made-up attitude. Rafael, who was in front of Sebastian, was different from the man who had talked and said hurtful words to Paloma.

Sebastian nodded with a calm smile. He was still standing in his place, until the luxury sedan Rafael boarded drove off, leaving the spacious courtyard of Casa del Castaneda.

After the vehicle came out of the gate and was lost in the darkness of the night, Sebastian turned around. The intention was to return to the workspace, to check out some of the proposals that came in. However, while walking down the corridor, he came across some servants. “It's already night. Why are you still gathered here?” sebastian's reprimands are full of authority.

The three servants were surprised. They looked nervous before answering the question. “Sorry, Sir. We just finished the job,” said one of them while lined up to the side with a downcast face.

Sebastian did not respond again. He just passed by. However, Sebastian immediately slowed down, when he heard the conversation of the three servants. They were talking about Paloma who was screaming hysterically for no reason. Sebastian thought back to the young woman.

Sebastian's intentions were about to go to the workspace, he paused. The man turned the other way. He walked down the corridor, arriving near the fountain garden. At that time, Sebastian's steady steps completely stopped, as he saw the silhouette of a beautiful body in the dimness of the light of the garden lights.

Sebastian walked closer, though still keeping his distance. After a while of observing, Sebastian was able to conclude that the figure sitting on the edge of the fountain pool was Paloma. He could even clearly hear the sound of a sobbing coming from the young woman.

For Sebastian, such a roaring cry reminded him of the millions of memories of the past. The moments in which the wife whom he so loved, incised so many beautiful memories were firmly imprinted in every corner of the heart.

On the other hand, the shadow is bad when Brishia must surrender to the power of destiny, and let the angel of death pick up the frail body after a hard struggle to heal the pain she suffered was present. Everything filled Sebastian's mind.

“What are you doing here? I hope not to lose control again.” Sebastian said in a completely unfriendly tone, and made Paloma flinch and immediately stand up. The woman was surprised not to be upset when she found Sebastian already in front and looked sharply at her. Without intending to answer, Paloma immediately ran towards the room.

“Do not know manners,” grumbled Sebastian slowly. He intended to continue his steps, as the tail of his eyes caught something lying on the floor. Sebastian is approaching. He picked up an object that turned out to be a postcard-sized photograph. There, Paloma looks to be holding a very handsome toddler. Both showed a cheerful smile.

Sebastian flips the photo. He read a handwriting stringing a name. "Nilo," he murmured. There was curiosity in Sebastian's heart, over the figure of the little boy.

Next day. Paloma was already preparing with the activity that had been waiting for him. He was about to exit the room, when Matilde suddenly stood at the door with a face that looked very serious. “Paloma, Mr. Sebastian is calling you to his room,”. “Yes, geez. What other mistakes did you make this time?” ask the woman with a look of pity.

“Come, Madam,” Paloma said as he exhaled slowly. Without waiting for long, he passed from before Matilde. The middle-aged woman did not for a second take her eyes off, from Paloma who started to move away.

Paloma knocked back on Sebastian's office door. He had prepared himself with all the words or unreasonable orders of the ruler of the olive plantation. Paloma was too tired to defend himself. The beautiful hazel-eyed woman will receive any treatment Sebastian has in the name of punishment.

Slowly and carefully, Paloma turned the doorknob, then opened it slowly.

“Good morning, Sir. Mrs Matilde said that you called me here,” Paloma said politely as she walked closer to Sebastian's desk.

The thirty-seven-year-old widower did not answer. He was still sitting on his back to Paloma. His body was covered in a chair. “You left something near the fountain last night,” Sebastian said as he turned the chair, facing right towards Paloma who was standing in a tense position.

Paloma. His heart stopped beating for a moment, when he saw that Sebastian was holding a photograph.

“Is this yours?” Sebastian took the photo.

Paloma immediately advanced and directly snatched the photo violently. “Yes, God. I thought it was gone,” said Paloma Lirih as he clutched tightly, fragments of memories left between himself and his beloved son.

“So, it's really yours?” ask Sebastian again.

“Ya, Sir. This is a portrait of my late son,” Paloma replied. Her pointy finger wiped away the tears that came out without being asked.

“Nilo?” Sebastian's lips moved slowly, as he mentioned the name.

“Yes. His name is Diego Nilo," Paloma said, nodding.

“When he ... um, I mean ...”

"July 1st. Just a week before I came to this place,” Paloma replied straightforwardly.

“Does he hurt?” Sebastian kept asking questions like he was interrogating.

“Actually, I don't want to remember those bad memories. The day I lost my Nilo. It felt too painful, so I tried my hardest to forget it. However, the harder I tried to erase the shadow of Nilo's death, the clearer the pain felt in my heart,” Paloma said. His eyes looked so sad and sad.

Sebastian can capture the powerful aura of sadness and suffering, from the beautiful face of Paloma. The same condition, as when he lost Brishia. “Jadi ... Nilo is your son with Rafael?” sebastian asked hesitantly to dispel the uncomfortable feelings that began to appear.

“Ya, Sir. He was the son of Raphael. I have to admit that, even though I hate the fact that Rafael is the father of a son I love more than anything in this world,” Paloma said.

“If you hate each other, then how did you get married?” Sebastian scrunched his forehead. He never expected, that he would be interested in the way Paloma life that he thought was full of strange.

“My father received an application submitted by Rafael's father. A few days after that, we tied the promise in front of the pastor. When I saw Rafael's serious-looking face, it made me think he was a good man. I fell in love with her at the beginning of our marriage. He was being nice and sweet though finally ..” Paloma smiled faintly.

“A few months later, just as I was pregnant with Nilo. Rafael suddenly bids farewell to Porcuna. Since then, he has not returned, not even when Nilo ...” Paloma smiled bitterly. I don't know how many tears were shed that morning. He was also very surprised. How could he tell Sebastian so smoothly and in such detail about his personal problems.

“Do you still love her?” The landlord again asked with great dignity.

“Ah, love.” Paloma laughed softly. “I no longer believe that word, since Nilo left me,” he replied, shaking slowly.