The Casa Del Castaneda

Trancemaker

Paloma's voice sounded so loud, when he said that she was the wife of the man who had been hit using the right shoe.

What Paloma said, made the woman in front of him instantly go up. "So talk! You're a self-indiscriminating waiter!" sergeant.

Witnessing the ominous scene in plain sight, Sebastian immediately beckoned Martin to secure Paloma. The foreman held the woman's arm. Take him back to get away from the man he attacked.

"Come on. Don't ruin this banquet" whispered Martin.

"I'm not going anywhere before I finish business with that guy!" reject Paloma firmly. His ears were straight on a man of Martin's age, who stood gallantly with a gaze directed at the young woman. "Say something, Rafael!" paloma without hesitation.

Hearing Rafael's name being mentioned, Martin immediately set his sights on the man. "Is that Rafael Hernandez you're looking for?" the handsome man asked half a whisper.

"Yes. That's Rafael Hernandez. My husband's a jerk!" paloma maki. He had already lost his pride in front of all the invited guests. Paloma doesn't care about that anymore.

Feeling that his name continued to be mentioned, the man named Rafael Hernandez stepped forward. He's closing in on Paloma. Stand firmly in front of the woman who looks like she wants to tear her body apart. "What are you doing here, Paloma?" rafael asked with a very calm face.

Raphael Hernandez. Thirty-one year old handsome man. Her stature was firm with clean skin well groomed. It is very different compared to five years ago, when he left Paloma in Granada. Rafael's appearance was very neat. Reflecting people who come from the top.

The brown-haired man stared fixedly at Paloma. Rafael's pair of mystic gray eyes, implying something that seemed to represent what was in his mind. "Go home" Rafael said later.

"I'm here to find you, asshole!" paloma maki. He had no power to hold back the anger that had been so long hidden.

"What are you looking for me for? I'm already married. This is my wife." Rafael held the middle-aged woman beside him. The woman who had rebuked Paloma.

"You know him, honey?" ask the blonde woman with the neat bun.

Raphael turned for a moment to the woman he called his wife. The man with the manicured beard also gave a gentle smile. "Yes, Tatiana. I know him very well" replied Rafael calmly. She smiled back at the woman in the beautiful dress. Rafael then turned his gaze to Paloma who was still held in his arms by Martin.

"Palome." Rafael called out the name of the woman before him gently. "How could your uncle and aunt let you hang around here?" tanyanya while linking eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Paloma tried to break away from Martin's grip. The young lady continued to move her arms strongly.

"It's too dangerous for you to wander around like this" Rafael said, leaving Paloma clueless.

"What do you mean, Sir?" Sebastian, who had been silent since then and noticed the chaos, walked over.

Rafael immediately turned to the host. "Ah, Mr. Sebastian." He nodded politely. "This cousin of mine does often go berserk for no reason. He's been suffering from a mental disorder since both of his parents died. As far as I know, the uncle and aunt who took care of him never let him out of the room. That's why I was surprised to see that he existed ...."

"Bad you, Rafael!" sergeant Paloma cut off the man's words. "You are crazy! Your brain is out of your mind!" snapped Paloma hysterical.

"Take him from here, Martin!" tell Sebastian firmly. "Make sure he's in a safe place" he said.

"Okay, sir," said Martin. The man nodded, then forced Paloma out of the hall where the party was taking place. Martin even half dragged her along, as the young woman continued to rebel. Paloma also did not stop shouting, making the oath he addressed to Rafael.

"You'll burn in hell! You fucking jerk! You're more than a criminal!" The longer, Paloma's screams grew more inaudible. Martin had taken her away from the magnificent room earlier.

"Ah, Beloved. Your forehead is bleeding." Tatiana cupped Rafael's handsome face. She seemed so worried about her husband.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs Vidal" Sebastian said. She lamented what Paloma did to the husband of the woman who had been her colleague. "Bring your husband behind to be treated" Sebastian suggested, pointing his hand at the back door of the party hall.

"No need. Thank you for your concern, Sir. I'm sorry, but we'll be home early" Tatiana subtly declined. The middle-aged woman's anger dissipated, as she confronted Sebastian.

The owner of Casa del Castaneda did not dare to hold his guests longer. He nodded politely. Let Tatiana take Rafael away from there.

"Sorry for the embarrassing incident. We'll continue the banquet." Sebastian smiled with great dignity. As much as possible, he hid the anger that was mounting in his chest, and it was like it was about to explode.

While Sebastian is controlling his temper, Martin is busy calming Paloma down. He was quite overwhelmed to face the young lady. Martin did not think that Paloma was not as soft as it seemed so far.

"I'm not crazy, Martin! I'm still sane! That guy's crazy!" Paloma is still unable to control anger. "I'm really healthy!" He reaffirmed, when he saw Martin watching him with a strange look.

"Is that man really your husband?" martin asked doubtfully.

Paloma who was pacing incoherently, instantly fell silent. He stared back at Martin with a disappointed look. "You ... doubt me?" Paloma turned his eyes the other way. "Ah, yes. I can understand it. You don't know me very well. It's only natural that you feel doubtful or even disbelieving at all." Paloma sat next to Martin while scooping his rough face.

"Why isn't he willing to acknowledge you as his wife?" asked Martin in wonder.

"You heard what Carlos said yesterday. Rafael calls himself single. Though ... when she left me pregnant. Just a few months away I'll give birth ...." This time, Paloma could not help but cry. He covered his face using both palms. The shadow of little Nilo was again present in the eye pelupuk. Re-presenting an infinite feeling of sadness in the chest.

Martin was so overwhelmed by what had happened to Paloma. He did not know the young lady well. However, for some reason he felt sure that Paloma was not lying. Martin also did not see anything unusual from the psychiatric condition of the owner of the hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry, Paloma. However, I have to say that you're putting yourself in big trouble. You don't know what Mr. Sebastian is like" said Martin, who looked worried.

Paloma who was crying while covering his face, immediately put away a hand from there. He looked at Martin with eyes. "I've messed it all up. Mr. Sebastian deserves to be mad at me" Paloma said.

Martin will respond to the woman's words. However, he immediately paused when he saw Raquela who was walking towards them. Martin stood up. "Mrs Raquela," she said politely.

Raquela nodded with her signature smile. A moment later, the view of the tall woman turned to Paloma who also stood next to Martin. "Mr Sebastian is waiting for you, Paloma," he said flatly. There was a disappointed look that emanated from the face of the butler.

"Well, Mrs Raquela," Paloma said. He's already starting to calm down. The woman spoke softly again. Just like yesterday.

"Where is Mr Sebastian?" ask Martin.

"He's in his study" Raquela replied briefly.

"All right." Martin looked at Paloma. "Let me accompany you there," he asked confidently.

"Samantian just called Paloma. You don't have to go with him" Raquela said.