Agatha Anderson
Agatha Anderson — Home

...The warmth of the house is something I have long forgotten....

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Agatha stood still awkwardly as Ms. Winston hugged him tightly with a smile that could not be separated from his face.

Then the woman held Agatha's arm towards the middle room. And Agatha could feel the overflowing happiness of the woman sitting beside her.

"I've been asking Christ to bring you here for a long time, but only now does he keep it."

"Sorry, I'm too busy to take the time to come see you. Winston's."

"What did you call me?" the woman momentarily fell silent and shook her head slowly, "You can call me mother" he said, clasping Agatha's hand gently.

Of course Agatha did not expect this middle-aged woman before her to say that, and she did not know how to respond.

"Try calling me mother."

Agatha was of course flabbergasted, how should she pronounce it? But the woman before him looked at him expectantly.

"Em, all right, i-bu..."

And a warm embrace grabbed Agatha who didn't even have time to react.

"Truly I feel so happy to hear you call me mother."

Agatha pulled out a faint smile in response to the middle-aged woman who was still hugging her.

"Ehem, shouldn't I be in your arms?" christopher's voice interrupts and makes his mother let go of his embrace.

"Oh Christ, I'm so happy. So can't wait to see you get married."

Christopher smiled, "I'll try as soon as possible, mother," then his gaze turned to Agatha who had already thrown a warning look at him, making him unable to hold back his little grin.

"I've prepared the dinner, we'd better eat it now."

"You cook this fast?" agatha asked considering that the man left her thirty minutes ago.

"No, I've cooked before. I just go ahead and prepare the dessert."

Then the man reached out his hand to help the mother stand up from her seat, then turned to Agatha.

"Do you want to go to the dining room?" she whispered as Agatha stood beside her.

"Shut up, I can do it myself" he replied, waltzing away after holding Ny's arm. Winston and left the man chuckling.

Agatha hasn't been in a dinner situation like this for a long time. Mrs. Winston prepared everything for him, making him taste so many dishes that it tastes hommie once like his mother made.

Agatha remembered the figure of her mother who had always done something like this to her, he became the first person to taste every new recipe and had to fight with Gabriel because his brother was always protesting with jealousy.

"Is the food not to your taste, Agatha?" ask Ny. Winston when he saw Agatha was silent for a moment.

"Ah, no Nyo—I mean mother. It's so good, thanks."

"Then eat a lot of yes, I have arranged the composition of all these dishes so as not to make you fat," said the woman smiling and her hand back rubbing Agatha's hand at a glance.

"Thank you."

Christopher who sat in front of the two women just smiled at the interaction of the two. In the serene look of her beautiful bead it actually held a lot of unspeakable meaning, and the man resumed his eating in silence.

After dinner, Miss. Winston accompanies Agatha briefly enjoying the atmosphere in the backyard while Christopher chooses to clean up their former dinner.

Surprisingly in a house this big no domestic assistant lived. They all went home after their work hours ended at six in the afternoon.

"Thank you for fulfilling my invitation, and I hope you love my son with all your heart."

"Christ really likes you. He always tells me—"

A call from Mrs' phone. Winston interrupted their one-way conversation. With a heavy heart, sir. Winston had to return to the hospital as soon as possible due to a sudden worsening of the patient's condition. Agatha could see that the motherly figure had now been replaced by the authoritative figure of a dr. Cassandra Winston who is now hastily gone after hugging Agatha tightly and feels bad for having to leave them now. He invited Agatha to come today.

They drove him to enter the car with a driver after the woman stubbornly wanted to drive alone. Of course Christopher forbids it because it's already night and it's not good to drive in such a hasty state.

"My mom was beautiful when she turned into a doctor?"

Agatha glanced at the man beside her who looked smiling proudly at the figure of her mother who had already walked out of the gate.

"She is indeed beautiful, it's a pity that her kindness has not decreased to her son," replied Agatha coldly at the tip of her lips.

Christopher chuckled, "Me and Arthur do have the dominant genes of a handsome face but we also have a good heart like a mother."

Hearing that Agatha snorted, "So when are you going to drive me home?"

"should? This will also be your home if you marry me later."

"Shut up, Christ."

The man couldn't help but smile, "You want to walk around the house for a second?" bargained for.

"You really tested my patience."

"Oh come on, while you're here and I'm forcing you," and the man holding Agatha's hand follows her around.

And through that short tour Agatha was able to conclude that even though the Winston family was wealthy yet their personalities were modest, seen from the goods and design of their house that indeed from the outside looks very luxurious but the interior is warmer and more comfortable like the house used to be.

But something made Agatha ask the owner.

"Why is that room in a lock like that?" he asked after seeing the room with a wooden door chained with a double padlock. Either it was just his feelings or it was true that he felt the man beside him instantly stop his steps but only for a moment before finally walking slowly beside him again.

"No, it's just a joke between me and Arthur. We fought a lot and were usually locked up there by Dad, "he replied with a small laugh that sounded a little different than usual Agatha heard.

It's not that Agatha cares, it's just a little awkward. But never mind, it's none of his business.

And because Agatha kept saying she wanted to come back soon, it was with a heavy heart that the man obeyed her even though he still wanted to be with Agatha. Alright, there's still plenty of time to be with her later.

Yeah, there's gonna be plenty of time.

Agatha glanced at the Winston family's residence before entering the car. At least this family isn't so bad. And maybe only a little but for a moment Agatha felt the feel of 'home' like a few years ago. Just for a moment the feeling was in his heart when Mrs. Winston hugged her, making Agatha feel the presence of her mother again there.

Striking softly, Agatha hurriedly brushed aside her slightly emotional feelings.

Oh, come on Agatha don't be so dramatic.

That was an ordinary thing. Don't overdo it and be weak, it doesn't suit you at all.

Nothing like that is going to happen again. So forget.

Agatha said it in her heart with complete conviction.

Yes, she is Agatha. There is no need to be weak just because a feeling does not last long.

Again putting on her cold and flat face Agatha was now staring at the street in front, completely ignoring the figure of the man sitting behind the wheel beside her.

The man who had been silent since then and looked at him with an inexplicable highlight.

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