Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Are you sure, M'mselle? You said that he was your cousin. That means he'll still be staying here?" emma asked after they left Abellard to rest.

"Yes, Emma. To be honest, I can't bear to let that man go out in such a sick state. The people who were hunting him must still be not far from here, the man could easily be found and killed. If we let him die after leaving, why did we bother to save him just now?"

Naeva's reply made Emma nod. He knew very well the character of the young girl who had grown up with him since childhood. Never hesitated to help.

"But M'mselle, the man was a Count (A nobleman of the same rank as the Earl/Prince), Count of Marseille. His great family will surely search every region" Adam warned in a wise tone.

"I know, Adam," said Naeva. "That's gonna happen."

Naeva's gaze then turned to Marc.

"Marc, tomorrow morning accompany me to the market. I'll buy some clothes for him. Your clothes don't seem to fit if we lend them to him."

"Well, M'mselle," Marc replied without a rebuttal. Always and always will be, her lady's decision is the right one she thinks.

"I thought you were gone today. This castle is no longer ours. And I can't afford to pay you either. I don't know what will happen after tonight. But, I will survive in this castle until fate dictates" said Naeva. Then his lips forced a smile, though his eyes could not cover his sadness. "I'm fine, if you want to go. You should also seek a better life."

"M'mselle! Please don't say that" Emma said with teary eyes. "We're not leaving you. It never will! We will wait for what God will do with you!"

"Yes, don't think about money. We will work in the garden to meet our needs" Marc said.

Naeva bit her lower lip, her heart really sore and miserable. He looked up, staring at the ceiling of his old castle so that tears that had pooled did not fall on the cheeks.

What kind of story would God have destined for her after this?

***

Dawn. Naeva performs her sacred worship that is different from others throughout the French universe. Worship he got from his mother who came from a Muslim country, Morocco.

His mother Almarhumah was a prisoner of the French colony. He was taken forcibly to become a slave in his colonial State.

But apparently, her beauty made a young man from among the nobility fall in love and marry her. Therefore, the nobleman was expelled from a large family which of course opposed marriage to slaves.

The young nobleman who is none other than Naeva's father only got an old castle and some personal assets belonging to his grandmother.

Naeva's face turned to the right and to the left while greeting.

But his eyes instantly grew as he looked towards the door.

Abellard stood there with a confused look.

"What are you doing here?!" gusar Naeva's.

Oh my God, why would a famous noble get into someone else's room as good as a bidat?

Could it be that this man used to abuse his power to break into any woman's room he wanted?

Naeva only realized, even though Abellard lost her memory, but her life habits were still carried away.

The girl immediately folded the white cloth she had just worn to cover the aurat while performing the prayer.

Then stand up straight with eyes staring hard. Naeva felt that the grown man before her should be taught manners!

"What are you doing?" abellard asked before Naeva could rebuke him.

"It's my worship!" resounding. "Why did you enter the room without permission and knock on the door first?!"

"Should you ask permission first?"

Naeva grunts. It turns out that was true. This man must have often entered at will into the woman's room.

"Yes, you can't just go into someone else's room for whatever reason! If you're a civilized person."

Abellard. It was like he was digesting the spicy words that Naeva was saying. After a while, her feet slowly stepped back and closed the door of Naeva's room back without saying anything.

Now it's Naeva's turn to be riveted. He was puzzled to see Abellard's flat expression. Could it be that the man is now in a daze?

When breakfast arrived, Naeva deliberately noticed Abellard's movements. Marc, Anne, Adam and Emma had breakfast at the same table.

"Are there no knives and forks?" abellard asked, without feeling awkward at the eyes of those around him.

"No. We all eat with our bare hands. Did you forget?" Naeva demonstrated how to eat with her hands.

Slowly his right hand extended towards the food and bribed him with an erratic feeling.

***

"Hua ha ha!" Naeva chuckles on the horse-drawn carriage that Marc is taking to the market.

He remembered Abellard's disgust at eating with his hands.

"Aren't you tickled, Marc? A nobleman who owns the largest silk factory in Europe eats without his knife and fork? Her parents would definitely be shocked if they saw her heir eating like a slave!" it's in between laughter.

Marc smiled wryly at the behavior of his miss. Absolutely adorable.

Naeva rubbed the tears that came out at the end of her eyes after being satisfied with a laugh.

"Later, we'll buy him Marc's regular clothes. Not bad, but he must we teach him to be uninterested in treasure and caste" he said energetically.

"Well, M'mselle," replied Marc.

**

Naeva stared at the pouch that had contained several pieces of clothes in Marc's hands with a satisfied look.

"We're going home now, M'mselle?"

"Wait a minute, I'll pick out a dress for you too."

Naeva's gaze was fixed on a set of clothes that looked the nicest in the store. "Come on, Marc! Try this shirt!" call him.

"But, M'mselle .. You should not be wasteful of unimportant things" said Marc doubtfully, as this was the first time he had reprimanded his lady.

"For me this is important. I don't know until when I can still see you. So while you're still here, I want to be happy by giving you a gift."

Marc fixated. His eyes looked at the Miss with a heart that felt full. Full of feeling overwhelmed, happy and .. I don't know.

Marc didn't dare to get carried away. He did not dare to be presumptuous to love a kind girl who had considered herself and her family a brother, not a servant.

Slowly his feet approached Naeva who had spread the shirt with a big smile before him.

"This is great. I'm sure it's perfectly suited to your size."

Marc could only remain silent. He just let Naeva match the shirt on his shoulder. But his heart was so afraid, his heart thump would be heard by the Miss.

Finished shopping, Naeva exited the store followed by Marc behind her.

BUKS!!

"Aw!" shocked Naeva while holding her right arm that hit something.

Someone suddenly passed by in a hurry and hit him.

"M'mselle! You all right?" marc approached his lady.

"Why walk around?!!" a young man in a soldier's uniform slams into Naeva.

"You hit me!" naeva is upset. It was clearly the man who was hasty and careless.

"Already, already! We have to find Monsieur Count Abellard now!"

Another soldier came to break up the little debate.

Naeva and Marc were instantly riveted.

Mr Abellard?

Just as Adam said. The man has already begun to be sought. Naeva didn't think it would be this fast. Because the distance between Marseille and his village must be taken two days and two nights.

Of course the great Abellard family will use the services of soldiers who are tasked with attracting tribute in this area.

"Let's take a sketch of Monsieur Comte's face, maybe they've seen it" the wounded soldier told his friend.

Naeva immediately gave the code to take Marc away. The two of them immediately turned around and hurried away.

"Hey! Wait up!" call the Soldier.