The Casa Del Castaneda

Guests and Hosts

Sebastian moved from his seat. He walked closer to Paloma who was still standing while holding a picture of Nilo. Men with curly hair are somewhat shaggy, pay attention to Paloma from head to toe.

Paloma has a similar posture to Brishia, his late wife. For a while, Sebastian continued to observe the woman in the maid's uniform, with her indentations unseen but imaginable. Paloma also actually has a beautiful face, if treated properly.

However, the ruler of Casa del Castaneda was apparently a very tough man. His common sense returned to work and returned him to reality. It was impossible for him to admire even to the point of touching a servant. The pride of a Sebastian Cruz Castaneda, too high if it has to be wagered for the sake of lust for a moment with someone who is not from his castle.

“Rafael requests permission to take you to Granada. I don't know what his goal is,” Sebastian said after a moment of silence.

Paloma immediately turned to the man. His pair of hazel-colored eyes moved irregularly, indicating that he was feeling uneasy. “You will let me go from here, Mister?” paloma asked as if he was about to protest.

Instead of answering directly, Sebastian smiled cynically. “Did you forget that you were serving my sentence? You think, I'll let you go just like that?” Sebastian who had spoken normally to Paloma, this time back to his arrogance. He walked closer and closer to the servant with the posture of 168 cm. Sebastian stood tall in front of the owner of the brown hair.

Paloma moved back slowly. The mood of the beautiful woman, was not supportive to fight as usual. Paloma did not even return the handsome widower's gaze. The man's eyes were like a locked missile, ready to smash something into its target. Paloma prefers to direct the view to the floor. He can only smell Sebastian's perfume. The same smell as yesterday.

“If you ask me why I should take care of a servant like you, then the answer is very simple. All this time, there has never been a waiter that ..”

“I am not a waitress here,” sela Paloma immediately. He started to raise his face. Paloma seemed to be going back to challenge the man who was clearly much more powerful when compared to him.

“Oh, I love this. Why am I getting interested in playing with you now? Seeing the dissident attitude you showed in front of me .. alright.” Sebastian walked towards the seat where he used to receive guests. He sat in one of those chairs. The gaze of the honey-brown-eyed man, was fixed entirely on Paloma who did not understand the intent of the master's speech.

“Why are you still standing there, Paloma?” Sebastian's heavy voice was again heard in the room with shades of red and brown.

“What other ridiculous work should I do today?” paloma asked with a lazy look.

“You've been looking forward to it?” Sebastian asked back. The man looks very satisfied.

“Isn't that what you want? Seeing me die of fatigue slowly, for the sake of treating your self-esteem that is tarnished because of my actions.” Paloma threw away his face after saying so. “The invited guests no one blames or makes fun of you. However, I still have to accept punishment with an unspecified deadline. Does that not sound silly?”

Sebastian did not respond to Paloma's remarks. The handsome man simply raised the sleeves of the t-shirt he was wearing. The thirty-seven-year-old widower had also not changed his sitting position.

A smile appeared on the corner of Sebastian's lips. The ruler of Casa del Castaneda, like not wanting to dispute the words that Paloma blurted out against him. Sebastian is still very calm. Perhaps true, if this time he wanted to play around with the brunettes young lady.

“Is it enough?” tanyakanya. “If you are satisfied with your unek-unus today, then it is time to do the task.” Sebastian took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

“You see the row of books in that glass cabinet, Paloma?” point Sebastian at the big cupboard behind the desk. “Find me a book with a writer named Antonio Machado,” a man with a ring that adorns his index finger and ring finger.

“Who?” ask Paloma.

“Antonio Machado,’ Sebastian replied calmly, “don't tell me if you don't know who he is,” he half-snicked.

Sebastian put a small smile on the corner of his lips. “Book on politics is on glass door number two from the left,” the answer is calm.

“Ah, okay. I'll find,” Paloma reply with confidence. He walked over to the nearby large and tall closet containing hundreds of books with various themes. As directed by Sebastian, Paloma went straight to door number two from the left. His eyes were watching one by one the writing listed on the cover of the side of the books there. I don't know how many tens of books Paloma saw from top to bottom. It took him over fifteen minutes to check the books. However, Paloma did not find the name of the author Antonio Machado.

Paloma placed his right hand on his waist. Again, he made sure by checking back one by one the book neatly arranged in the glass cabinet of the second door. However, up to three times checking, Paloma did not also find the name he was looking for.

A short complaint slid from the lips of the woman in the maid's uniform. The paloma then reverses the body. He looked at Sebastian for a moment, as if asking for an explanation from the man. Sebastian did not respond at all. The handsome and established widower simply returned Paloma's gaze without saying anything.

“There is no name Antonio Machado among the political books,” Paloma said. He's starting to feel stupid. Moreover, when he saw Sebastian smiling that seemed to mock him.

“Then?” Sebastian still looks very calm in response to Paloma's words.

“Dia ... not ... politician,” sahut Paloma hesitated, while moving his eyeballs irregularly.

“Then, look in the place of the book with another theme,” reply Sebastian while directing his hand.

“Why not directly say where ...”

“What did I tell you? I seem to have forgotten where to keep the book?" Sebastian interrupted calmly. There was no guilt in the look on the face of the thirty-seven-year-old widow.

Paloma seemed to be protesting. But that he did, however, break it. Paloma breathed out slowly. He tried to look ordinary. Paloma seemed to want to show Sebastian, that he did not feel disturbed at all by the ridiculous task given by the man.

Without saying much, Paloma again focused on the glass cabinet containing hundreds of books earlier. He checked from door number one, to several other doors. However, the name Antonio Machado is still not found.

"All right, sir." Paloma turned back, after spending almost an hour and a half gone. He looked at Sebastian who was engrossed with his cell phone. "Antonio Machado was not a politician, business and economic, agricultural, or historian. His name is also not in any of the philosophical books. So, he's a .. gosh." Paloma complained quietly.

"Why did you immediately conclude that Antonio Machado was a politician?" asked Sebastian with great care.

"Because, a person like you must love politics and understand it very well," Paloma replied trying to look confident, even though he himself doubted the answer.

"It's your fault, Paloma." Sebastian moved from his seat. He walked over to the glass cabinet where Paloma was. "alright. You don't want to be called a waiter here. Then I'll appreciate it. I'll take you as a guest."

"No host has given a ridiculous sentence to his guests" Paloma protested.

"A guest should be good at maintaining good manners" Sebastian replied calmly, making Paloma unable to reply to the ruler of the place.

Sebastian smiled wryly. "Is that how you judge someone? So spontaneous and without thinking long." He turned his attention to a few books on the desk. From there, he took one. With a smile full of satisfaction, Sebastian showed the name listed in the book. Antonio Machado's.