Beautiful Thief And The King
Don't Trust Anyone

Freya cleaned up the mess that happened while crying. This was his first time like that, showing the weak side he never showed. Surely Freya was crying from feeling guilty for Cristina. She should have asked Cristina to leave when her father was kidnapped but she let Cristina be with him when she knew the danger.

Each piece of glass and other shards were picked up and thrown into a garbage can. Freya rubbed her tears slowly, she needed that. He needed to spill out everything that felt stifling his chest. As powerful as she was, she was still a woman who had a weak side like any other woman.

Norman leaned against the wall, looking at it from a distance. As long as he knew Freya, he had never seen Freya as fragile as that.

He thought Freya would never be like that, as in women generally let alone her careless and bossy attitude but now, she was, all he saw was a frail and weak woman who needed support.

Norman stepped closer to him, Freya still picking up the broken glass on the floor. Freya didn't even care about Norman crouched by her side and helped her pick up the broken glass and put it in the trash.

"I've never seen you like this" Norman said.

"Go, you can laugh at the embarrassing state!" Freya.

"It's not like that, Freya. Come here, no need to clean anymore!"

"Don't mind me Norman, you can go so go!" Freya still picked up the broken glass without even looking at Norman. He did not want to show his embarrassing condition.

"Hey, I told you there's no need to clean!" Norman grabs Freya's hand and picks up the shards of glass in her hand.

"I told you, leave me!" Freya turned and looked annoyed. Norman smiled after seeing the state of chaos. Freya's eyes were swollen and reddened. His face even flushed from crying. Freya tried to hold back the tears, she turned back in shame.

"I look embarrassing, don't look!" said it.

"No, to me you don't look embarrassing. You need it so cry. Maybe that way your situation will improve."

"Do you want to lend me your shoulder?" ask Freya.

"Of course, with pleasure!" Norman pulled Freya's hand to his feet and after that, Norman carried her. Freya did not refuse, she instead returned to crying while hugging Norman's neck tightly.

Norman carried Freya into the living room while rubbing her back. At least there it has been cleaned so that the sofa can be used. Norman sat on the sofa while Freya was on his lap and still crying.

"Everything's gonna be okay, Freya. We will definitely seek their whereabouts and save them" Norman comforted.

"It's all my fault, Norman. I should have asked him to go and not be with me anymore but I just hurt him and repeated the same mistake."

"Don't blame yourself, Freya. I think you've been trying so don't blame yourself like that."

"But it's all my fault" said Freya.

"Ssttss, I told you not to blame yourself!" Norman rubbed Freya's back nonstop. Freya seems to love Cristina so much that she blames herself.

Freya wiped away her tears, Norman's hand rubbing made her feel better even though she still felt guilty. Not only did he rub his back, Norman also kissed his face occasionally. It was enough to make Freya's condition improve so that her crying stopped.

"Is it okay?" ask Norman.

"It's better, thank you," Freya wiped away her remaining tears.

"Good, I'm glad you're okay, but we need to get out of here. Don't stay here anymore."

"Where should I go, Norman? I can't go back to the main house because it's dangerous there too!" Freya.

"No need to worry, we're looking for a safe house to live in while looking for the enemy's whereabouts."

"I can't trouble you more than this, Norman. I don't want to owe you so much."

"Alright, since you said so so so I won't feel indebted to you!" Freya straightened her seat while wiping away her tears. Norman smiled, his hand was already on Freya's face and rubbed it slowly.

"Right, is it okay?" tanyanya.

"Yeah, thank you," Freya came down from over her lap and sat down by Norman's side. He could no longer stay there because the enemy knew where he lived. Do not let them be attacked while off guard because it is better to evacuate to avoid unwanted things.

Freya rubbed her face, an unexpected event that she experienced made her have to race against time. How could he find the whereabouts of the stone within a week? He could not travel around the world in just one week.

"How is this?" tanyanya while rubbing forehead.

"What's how?" norman did not understand.

"How do I find the stone's presence in the eighth replica of the mummy?" Freya moved on, she had to think of a way. He seemed to think hard until he finally remembered his fellow archaeologist friend. It's possible that Gabriel can help him find the existence of the mummy replica he's looking for.

"Well, he can definitely help," said Freya, she immediately stepped away.

"Where are you going?" ask Norman. Freya did not answer, but instead took her phone to contact Gabriel. All this time he had always hidden the mobile number from Gabriel so Gabriel could only send him a letter.

"Gabriel, it's me" Freya said as Gabriel answered.

"Freya, you finally called me. What's up?" Gabriel sounded happy.

"Truly me?" Freya's speech is stopped because Norman has seized his phone and ended the call Freya made to Gabriel.

"What are you doing?" freya asked unhappy.

"That's my question, Freya. What are you doing?" Norman asked back.

"I'm asking my best friend for help, he's also an archaeologist. Maybe he can help me find the eighth mummy replica we're looking for!"

"It's best not, Freya. It's best not to trust anyone when things are like this!"

"I know but he's my best friend, a fellow archaeologist. He could help."

"Preferably no. I suggest it's better not to trust anyone!"

"But there's no harm in trying. Besides he always sends letters and asks me to do some more digging, so I don't think there's any harm in asking him."

"Listen to the words, Freya. Don't trust anyone in these circumstances because anyone can be an enemy."

Freya was silent, her gaze could not be separated from Norman. The phone rang because Gabriel called her. Freya still did not reply, she was thinking about Norman's words.

"I confiscate your cell phone!" His phone was taken by Norman, he had already spread his men so Freya did not need the help of others let alone he did not like there were other men along with Freya let alone the archaeologist known by Freya, not necessarily know anything.

"Wait, Norman. I have to get help so give me back my phone!" freya Pinta.

"Help is in front of your eyes so don't look for anything else. Now get your stuff done, we move!" said Norman.

"Give me my phone first!" freya Pinta.

"Later to return it, now get your stuff done!" Norman keeps Freya's phone in his pocket, he doesn't want Freya talking to other men what else is in front of his eyes so Freya's phone will he hold for a while.