The next day, Einer went to see Oscar."I thought you really wanted to come back to work here, Einer?" Upon entering the room, Einer was immediately greeted with a witty question from Oscar. "Are you really sick of serving that young lady who is going to die soon?"Einer did not respond, he continued to enter the room where Oscar was staying and sat on the wooden chair in the corner of the room. He sat his butt down with all the tiredness he carried, then sighed heavily as if he had just carried steel all the way.What Einer was doing; how he looked when he visited, might just make Oscar tingle. So the shirtless man laughed in front of Einer."Looks like that plaster on your forehead told me," Oscar said, noticing the plaster on Einer's forehead while the master just looked the other way.Einer didn't say anything, he sat still and quiet as Oscar put on his clothes and went to order coffee downstairs. After Oscar returned, Einer was still sitting in his place while smoking a cigarette
True to Oscar's advice, Einer actually cut off his long hair that almost touched his neck. Einer polished his face and shaved off the unnoticeable beard on his chin and upper lip.Einer knew he had a handsome face, but he had never felt that it was something to be proud of. To be more precise, Einer didn't feel that a single inch of his body was something valuable, except for his life.Perhaps for this reason, Einer was quite uncomfortable when he returned home, and many servants would steal glances at him while whispering words to other colleagues with a smile on their face.This was something Einer had experienced many times before, when he was still in his golden age of being the number one entertainer in Dioxatine. People looked at him with a mesmerized look, talking about him from mouth to mouth. Einer felt uncomfortable, but he continued on his way until it stopped when he almost bumped into the Baron coming from the direction of the stairs."Good evening, sir," greeted the man,
“Chelsea?Einer called out to Chelsea again, but the girl seemed to have lost her consciousness and only focused on Einer’s face which she was now touching warmly.Chelsea’s hands, which were full of tenderness, greeted the surface of Einer’s cold skin. Two contrasting things that were enough to make Einer stunned, speechless and not knowing what to do when Chelsea seemed to be hypnotized deeper.“Einer...,” Chelsea called, after ignoring Einer’s call several times. Unexpectedly, this was not the only thing that could surprise Einer tonight. Because not long after the call, Chelsea, who seemed to still be in her subconscious---moved her hand to touch Einer’s lips.There might have been something interesting about Einer’s lips that were rather thick and looked flushed. But, precisely because she had such lips, Chelsea’s touch managed to make her recall an old memory that Einer desperately wanted to forget.The silhouette of the memory when in a dark night and dimly lit room, a woman wh
After that night, Einer did not see Chelsea for a day. Even until the day changed, Einer still hadn't seen Chelsea's face.When it was time to take the medicine, Chelsea said she would take it so Einer left it in front of Chelsea's room door.Chelsea kept her word, but Einer didn't understand why she felt like she had been avoided by Chelsea since that night.Einer became silent and pondered in front of the mirror. "Did I push her hand too hard?" asked Einer, trying to introspect herself and recall what she had done. But all he came back with was a question mark that would only buy more time.Einer also fixed his clothes. He was already prepared with his white shirt and black pants-Today he planned to go to study something that would certainly be useful in the future.Einer opened the door, he went down the stairs and to his surprise-coincidentally he bumped into Chelsea who had also just finished going down the stairs-with probably the same destination as Einer, the dining room.Ins
"Yes?" "No, I mean... you are an associate of Chelsea's late father, yes?" The man named Benjamin chuckled in response to Einer's remark. "Yes... you could say that, sir." "So, is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Carter?" asked Einer straight to the point; he was in the mood for small talk. Benjamin replied, "I just wanted to say hello to the man who surprisingly came with Miss Chelsea... and I hear you are her husband?" Einer didn't answer immediately; he watched Ben's face for a while and remembered that at his wedding with Chelsea, Ben wasn't present which meant he must not know that Chelsea already had a husband. Einer smiled, his confidence rising so he boldly extended his hand first; inviting a handshake. "Yes, I am Chelsea's husband, Einer." "Einer?" "Yes, that's my name. Sound strange?" "Ahaha, it's just a little unique but not weird, sir." Einer looked at Ben with a cold look, as his hand was not returned by the interlocutor who now turned his attent
Amelia invited Einer to sit down, he was immediately treated to the high-class service of the host's servants. Sumptuous food was provided, even complete with wine whose brand name was too luxurious even for the ears to hear. Einer couldn't resist because it was his first time. He was flabbergasted. This was what it was like to be served by people who were not just chosen. "Since this is the first time we're meeting officially, let me entertain you with the best dishes in this place," Amelia said, as if reading Einer's gaze who looked confused surrounded by a lot of expensive food. "Please eat what you want to eat, and then we'll talk." Einer grasped the fork and knife in both hands, then something held him back as he was about to cut into the half-baked meat. He glanced at Amelia, as if he wanted to make sure of one thing before eating the expensive dish that the stranger had served him for free. Amelia was again able to catch the intent that Einer implied from his eyes. She
Self-respect? Humans called it that. And since Einer was still a human, he decided to protect that before the scratch got wider and could not be patched anymore. Einer did not want to feel sorry for himself in the future any more than this.When he found the room he was aiming for, Einer unhesitatingly opened the unlocked door without knocking first. Of course, his arrival made the two people who were in the midst of their intimate passion surprised.Einer looked coldly at the woman who was not wrapped in a single thread, then his eyes rolled to Oscar who was still silent and staring at him with wide rounded eyes. It seemed that he still did not recognize Einer because the room was dim, even close to dark."Oscar, I want to talk," Einer said, letting his partner know that he was the one who came-not someone else with bad intentions.Oscar hesitantly moved his mouth. "Why-Einer?" he asked for confirmation."Yes, it's me."Einer was made to wait when Oscar had to give an explanation to
"Einer...? You're back?" When he was about to go to the second floor, Einer was stopped by a woman who called his name. Einer stopped, but he did not even remember the name of the woman in the sexy black dress that showed the curves of her breasts clearly. "I'm in a hurry," Einer said, trying not to deal with the woman but his hand was restrained. "What are you in such a hurry for, Einer, that you didn't have time to greet me after all this time?" Einer paused in wonder; why did people like to act so familiar when they knew they weren't that close before. But the woman, whose name Einer couldn't even remember, casually put her hands around Einer's neck and pushed him backwards until her body was pressed against his. She whispered in a spoiled voice, "I was quite surprised to see you back here, Einer." Einer sighed, trying to restrain himself when his goal was blocked by the woman. "Einer, do you remember my name?" The woman asked. "No," Einer answered quickly, "so step as