The Gray Autumn's

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Autumn entered with caution. As usual, he settles like a thief who is afraid if caught by the owner of the house. However, again Autumn could not escape from the father who was sitting relaxed with a cigar that had not been ignited. He was relaxing in a chair not far from the fireplace. Edgar looks very authoritative with his sitting attitude that reflects that he is a ruler. “At last you go home too, Young Miss,” welcome Edgar with a facial look that makes Autumn's heart beat fast.


“I must and definitely go home, Father,” Autumn replied trying to look calm. He continued to try to cover up the feelings of anxiety that enveloped his heart.


Edgar smiled wryly. He put back the cigar that was almost ignited, into a special box where the object was stored. ”Come and sit down, Elle. It's been a long time since we've been chatting together,” tell Edgar calmly. However, the calm attitude that Edgar showed actually made Autumn feel even more restless. The girl will look uncomfortable when she has to lie to her parents, because she is not used to doing so. But, inevitably, he had to obey his father. Autumn stepped into the room with such warm nuances. He sat down in a chair near Edgar. The brown-haired girl kept thinking about the various series of answers that she would say to the man who was now watching her intently. This makes Autumn look wrong.


“Say where are you from?” edgar's voice and tone sounded authoritative, but it felt very intimidating to Autumn. However, the girl with a posture of 170 cm should still look calm and should not make the father increasingly suspicious of him.


A sweet smile with perfect arches like a rainbow, appeared and adorned the beautiful face of Autumn. The gray-eyed girl tried to counter the investigating gaze of the father, who could not believe her explanation over the phone.


“Didn't I say that on the phone. I'm from Maeva's place,” Autumn replied trying to make it look as convincing as possible for her father to believe.


“Did you hurry home when I called you?” edgar asked again with the same tone.


Autumn let out a slow breath. “Ya, of course,” answered without hesitation.


“You're afraid I'm tracking you?” the question Edgar asked sounded even more annoying to Autumn. However, the girl had to keep answering him despite being so lazy to do so.


“I don't want if my friends to find out that it turns out, Autumn has a father who is very very possessive and often overreacting,” obviously the girl sounds so light. ”By installing a tracker on my phone, it was already a very outrageous act. I feel like I have no freedom at all,” said the girl again in a tone full of complaints. He was very disappointed with Edgar's attitude so far which was considered too limiting him in association. That's what makes Autumn always go out of the house secretly.


“One thing that makes me feel surprised, because I didn't do something like that to Darren. Though our age is only two years adrift!” Autumn again issued her complaint with a tone of protest.


“Oh, you and Darren are obviously different,” Edgar denied calmly.


“Is that what you have in mind, Elle? Why so narrow?” Edgar clucked in disbelief as he shook his head. “Understand everything well, Son then you can draw conclusions,” said Edgar. “You are a girl, and of course it's something different with Darren. Do you think I'll give a skirt and a doll to your sister? Of course not, so be it simply,” the light of the gray-eyed man.


Autumn did not answer immediately. Actually he also did not want to argue with the father, especially he needed permission from the man to go to Marseille, or should he go secretly as he usually does? The distance between Paris-Marseille is very short. Edgar would not be suspicious of his departure, Autumn thought at the time.


“Listen to me, Elle. You may not know how scary people are out there. Those whom you consider good and not a threat, are desperate to kill you vilely. Those are things you sometimes can't predict at all. You will only be filled with questions ‘why did he do it to me?’ , ‘why should he?’, ‘why should this happen?’, and I don't know how many thousand questions ‘why’ is spinning in your brain. You should know one thing. I've prepared you to replace me in a position at the company. That means you have to be fine until then. You're the future of the company I've built so hard. Therefore, you must learn to think much better, mature, and of course reduce and distance yourself from foolish actions. Maybe I'll send you to Indonesia sometime to study directly from your uncle, Keanu. He has successfully educated your cousin Dinan and Jenna very well. I hope to do the same with you and Darren, ” Edgar explained at length to Autumn. Whether the girl could understand it or not, Edgar seemed to not think too much about it.


“Why equate us with them? I see for myself that Darren prefers skateboard boards to suits and ties. So too with me. I like ...” Autumn fell silent and did not continue her words. He himself did not know which direction to take and also the steps he had to take. What does he want? Purpose ? My God, all this time he was busy thinking about Leon and now turned to his overwhelming feelings for Benjamin. Autumn rubbed her dense black eyebrows.


“What do you think, Elle?” edgar's question again sounded and disperse Autumn's daydream. “You still think your father is ridiculous?” ask Edgar again.


“No, Dad. I didn't mean to say demkian. I just ...”


“Be honest, Elle,” pinta Edgar with a firm look but there is still great love in the look in his eyes.


“Honest about what, Dad? All this time I was always open. There was nothing I hid,” refuted Autumn sure, though her heart did not say so.


“You might be able to fool your mother, but not me. Choose it, you will say it yourself or I will find out,” Edgar said again. Her tone and tone of voice had not changed since.


“I have absolutely no idea what Dad's talking about. Never mind, I'm so tired. I want to go to the room only,” Autumn moved from her seat. He stepped near the curved-shaped door of the room.


“Tell me who that guy is, Elle?” ask Edgar slowly.