The Rose of De Haas

Chapter 18: The Knight Without the White Horse

Cecilion drew closer to the Rose, whispering to the eve. "we think about it later, now I have to take care of these three wicked women first, the Rose."

"What are you going to do, Cecilion?" tanya Rose whispered back, confused to see Cecilion who was busy stirring the contents of his bag.

"Meet!" the young man exclaimed happily as his hand managed to find a roll of nylon rope from inside his bag.

Without explaining anything to the Rose, Cecilion tied Lydia, Guin and Marry with the rope.

The three girls whined to ask Cecilion to release them, but Cecilion remained on his stand intending to give a deterrent effect to them.

"Why did you tie your friend up like that, Cecilion?" asked Mr. Hans one of the teachers who happened to pass by there, confused by what he was seeing at the moment.

"Sir Master, please go back to school and address this incident to the principal. As you can see, the Rose's body was full of flour and it was all three of them. If Mr. Master does not want to tell the principal I will immediately contact the police," said Cecilion with his facial water is still firm.

"Alright, alright. You'll tell this incident to the principal but can't their bond be removed?" said Mr. Hans was trying to negotiate with Cecilion.

The handsome young man shook his head firmly.

"No way, Mr. Master, they must be punished for the actions of those who have put the Rose in trouble."

Mr. Hans sighed, apparently he just remembered who he was dealing with at this time.

"Alright, then you will go back to school and let them get the punishment they deserve" said Mr. Hans final.

After all, why argue with the only son of the Van Der Linen family?

Remember, he is the son of a governor!

"A wise decision, Mr. Hans. Then me and Rose must solve the problem they created" said Cecilion.

Mr. Hans then returned on his bike, moving back to school to obey Cecilion's orders.

"The three of you just have to wait here until the headmaster comes directly to punish you," Cecilion said firmly, saying that he had grabbed Rose's wrist to take the girl away.

"Come, Rose! We need to clean up first. Flour clothes will not be easy to clean," said Cecilion as he stepped hurriedly, pulling the Rose towards the place he now had in mind.

The rose involuntarily smiled even though it had lowered its head since then, a smile full of meaning. The girl could feel the pounding of her mad heart as well as the warm red tinge running down both of her cheeks.

The two stepped in parallel, still with Cecilion's loyal hand clasping the hands of the Rose regardless of the scornful gazes from those around them.

"Where are we going, Cecilion?" asked the Roses finally after they had gone far enough.

"To the clothing store."

"But... I didn't bring enough money."

"Calm down, Rose. I have enough money to buy one simple dress" Cecilion said, removing the remaining flour on Rose's face, muttering her handkerchief.

"Thank you, Cecilion. I'll change your money later," Rose replied to the young man, feeling bad for having already troubled Cecilion so much.

The wind that blew that afternoon in the city of Batavia increasingly washed away the feeling of the Rose of De Haas who realized that he had fallen in love completely with the young man, Cecilion van der Linen, who had fallen in love with him, the young man he should have been away from.

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As usual, the house of the De Haas family was always shrouded in tranquility and tranquility. The house was always quiet, just like Mr. De Haas who was now sitting relaxed in the porch of the house while reading the newspaper.

Because of the calmness of this house, even the Jongos and Babu who work here also feel very peaceful considering their Master and Lady are very kind hearted.

"Why did you come home in a different dress, Rose?" asked Mr. De Haas, the Papa upon his arrival at home.

The man stared at the Rose from head to toe, carefully looking at each inch of the princess' body.

Luckily, Rose had already told Cecilion to go straight home earlier. Otherwise the problem will be more complicated Rose does not want to if until Cecilion is in trouble just for helping him earlier.

So far, Papa and Mama Roses have not known about the special closeness that exists between the Roses and Cecilion van der Linen.

"My body is dirty, Papa. Exposed to flour so where to be saved again. I had to buy a new dress at the clothing store near the school" said Mawar, taking out his clothes that were full of flour from his bag.

Roses are not good at lying, but he also does not want his parents to know that during this time Roses are often the target of law enforcement in his school. He just wants Papa and his mother to continue living happily as they should.

Aunt Inem swiftly picked up the dirty clothes owned by Rose, took her to the trash considering that at that time there was no detergent that could clean such stains. So inevitably the shirt must be thrown away because the aesthetic value has been damaged.

"How can you?" asked Mr. De Haas still feeling curious.

"A hip porters carrying flour sacks accidentally nudged my body so there was a torn sack and the contents spilled on me as well" said Rose quickly, immediately turning towards his room.

Otherwise, Mr. De Haas will continue to ask him like a cop interrogating a suspect in a case.

Where would the Rose lie to her Papa any further, could be serious in the end.

"Yes already. If there is no immediate task just rest," replied Mr. De Haas, then again grabbed the newspaper he had neglected on the table.

The rose continued its steps towards the room.

He breathed a sigh of relief after that, grateful that he was not hurt because it was mired by people who were none other than his own classmates.

Rose's frail hand then grabbed the picture book that had just chuckled on the study table. The girl's gaze twinkled, began to move her fingers that had been grasping a pencil on top of her drawing book to form a sketch that was so detailed and beautiful.

Rose's hand skill in drawing was indeed unusual, she could even draw a sketch of one's face in great detail in less than ten minutes. It's really amazing indeed.

"Damn it, why am I drawing Cecilion?" he nodded slowly to himself.

The Rose hand that was about to grab the eraser stopped just like that after realizing the picture he made was indeed more than beautiful to look at, but there was a special feeling behind the sketch.

"Cecilion again? My God, did I really like that kid to this extent? Huh..."