The Casa Del Castaneda

Titipan Necklace

Paloma, again felt inexhaustible with what was in the minds of the man before him. For the young woman, the ruler of Casa del Castaneda had been very childish. “Why don't you just end this, Mister? After all, I've done a lot during my time here,” Paloma said trying to persuade Sebastian.

“It's not that easy, Paloma,” reject Sebastian. The handsome and well-established widower smiled a small smile at the corner of his lips that was covered in a thin mustache. “I've told you repeatedly, that the punishment for you will end only when I will. You or anyone else can't go against that decision.” Sebastian confirmed.

“Oh, jeez. The banquet passed about two weeks ago. Until now you are still fine. No one brought up or gossiped about the embarrassing incident,” Paloma denied.

“You can say that, because you don't know anyone here.” Sebastian folded his hands in his chest. The highlight of the man's eyes implied a challenge, for the beautiful woman with a simple look before her. “I hope you don't bother about this anymore. I'm not going to forbid you from going back to Mexico. However, do not forget the debt you have to pay off.” After saying so, Sebastian pointed his right hand at the door. He gestured for Paloma to come out of the study.

But Paloma nodded. He was flinching in his place. The beautiful hazel-eyed woman rejected what Sebastian had hinted. Paloma's attitude, making Sebastian can only scratch his forehead while clucking slowly.

“Our conversation is not finished, Sir,” Paloma said without shifting a bit from where he stood.

Sebastian took a deep breath. Inwardly, he felt increasingly challenged by the woman before him. The man lowered his head to hide an irresistible smile. A moment later, Sebastian raised his face again. That was also after he was able to master himself. “Alright, Miss Sanchez de Luna. What else do you want to tell me?” tanyakanya.

Hearing such a question from Sebastian, Paloma was like being given some leeway by the man. A wide smile was clearly painted on her plain lips. A beautiful sight that did not escape the attention of the thirty-seven-year-old widower.

“Begini, Mr.” Paloma began to express what he wanted to convey to the man with the short-sleeved T-Shirt earlier. “Allow me to return to Mexico first. After that, I promised to pay the remaining outstanding debt. You can hold my word. If necessary, I will swear on my late mother.” Paloma raised his hand to the ear.

Sebastian did not immediately respond to Paloma's remarks. The man looked at Rafael Hernandez's wife. Sebastian then lowered his hand, then he put it in the pocket of his jeans. He leaned part of the body on the edge of the table. “Who can guess the content of the human heart? I don't know if it's in your mind, or the plan you're working on,” said the man calmly.

“For that reason, I dare to swear that I am ...”

“You and your husband have sworn an oath before God. In the sacred promise of marriage. However, look at how disbelieving Rafael Hernandez is with that sacred bond. What does an oath mean to man today? Everyone considers everything that used to be considered scary and taboo, to be a worthless game. There's no point in you giving an oath before me.” Sebastian turned his attention to the floor with the black tiles that he was poking.

Paloma was silent for a moment. He didn't expect Sebastian to have such deep thoughts. From there, Paloma can conclude what the character of the owner of thousands of hectares of olive plantations.

However, Paloma must not give up on convincing Sebastian. Moreover, because he felt that he was not who the handsome man thought he was. “Dad and mother always emphasized, so that I always hold all the words that have been thrown. It's a sign of how much responsibility I have. I can't convince you. That's not a problem. However, I will definitely hold fast to what I promised.”

Hearing such a question, Paloma fell silent again. He thought for a moment about the answer he would give to the ruler Casa del Castaneda. To be honest, Paloma did not know what to say. The woman was looking for another way.

Paloma took off the necklace that Rogelio gave her yesterday. A necklace from Carlos, his beloved father. He came forward to Sebastian. The distance with the man was only about one step.

“Give me this necklace for you to save, Sir. This is a very valuable object, because it is my father's hereditary necklace. Logically, I cannot and will never give it to anyone else. That's why, I'll definitely take it again out of your hands. I hope, you kept it well until I asked for the thing back.” Slowly but sounding reassuringly, Paloma's voice spoke to Sebastian. He gave the necklace he was holding, to the man with slightly shaggy hair.

After saying so, Paloma nodded politely. He turned around, then walked towards the exit. The beautiful brunette no longer looked. He left Sebastian riveted after receiving the necklace.

Sebastian tightly grasped the precious object that Paloma had placed on him. A smile was painted on those thin mustached lips. The handsome widower with a tall sturdy posture again shook his head slowly. Unbelievable, that he must deal with a woman whose identity and origins are not even known for certain.

“I love this silly game, Paloma,” murmured Sebastian. He went behind the desk. Sebastian opened the top drawer, then took out a box of quality stainless. Sebastian put the necklace in the box. After being sealed, the stainless box he returned into the drawer which he immediately locked.

Meanwhile, Paloma returned to his unfinished work. During his time at Casa del Castaneda, he did not perform any servant duties. Paloma was just doing everything Sebastian told her to do.

Like that afternoon. After a conversation in the study, a note in his one-week assignment stated that this time he had to rearrange the master's room.

“What the fuck is this?” thought Paloma. Despite the grumbling, he still did the job. Carefully, Paloma opened the door that turned out to be unlocked. The arm-haired woman stepped in. Before doing anything, Paloma was stunned for a while. His pair of hazel eyes went around, exploring every corner of the spacious room with a very unique interior.

The room was predominantly brown. Most of the furniture there is made of wood. Likewise with its carved wooden walls.

Paloma, turn your eyes to the roof of the room with a small crystal lamp decoration. His attention then moved to a wide-sized bed, decorated with mosquito nets and dark gray sheets. It was really an atmosphere that symbolized something mysterious.

“Why just stand” Sebastian's heavy voice instantly surprises Paloma.