Bettor Mr. Nobles
Chapter 68

"Already, Vataf. Let them come."

A rich old woman came out with the help of her cane from inside the caravan. The old woman was wearing a bright red dress with a combination of green. His head was tied with a red handkerchief decorated with gold beads. While his neck and arms were filled with gold jewelry that numbered not a little.

"Phuri Dai! Are you sure?" the youth of the second caravan. (Phuri Dai: a call to an elder woman)

"Of course I'm sure. There was a blessing that followed this girl. Our caravan will be protected, too" said the woman. Stand with a body that is no longer upright beside his caravan.

Naeva did not understand the old woman's words. But he was very grateful.

"I don't understand the blessing you mean, but we can guarantee that we won't interfere with your journey" he said with a reassuring look.

"Well then, you can ride in my caravan" said the chieftain named Vataf. "You M'mselle, can rest inside with Phuri Dai. Your husband let me sit with me at the wheel."

Abellard took a step straight ahead and fortified Naeva. "No. We should always be together" he said.

Phuri Dai looked smiling looking at Abellard's attitude.

As if knowing what the young man before her was thinking, the woman said, "You don't have to worry, Monsieur. I am just an old woman who is no longer energetic. There is no way I can attack a young woman. After all, this girl of yours is a strong girl. You don't get too stiff like that."

Abellard said nothing. Too stiff? It was a phrase that made him seem like he had not had much experience. But that's the truth. He did not know the gypsies very well.

"Thank you, Phuri Dai. You are very kind" Naeva said, bowing respectfully.

After their horses were tied in the back, the motorcade moved again. Circled the mud puddles and continued to enter the forest.

Naeva sat in the caravan of Phuri Dai with a feeling of amazement. Just this time he entered the gypsy caravan. Although these ethnic groups often stopped in the castle area and he also often invited them to talk, but Emma always forbade him to enter the caravan.

"There is a private area that must be kept within its boundaries." That's Emma's advice every gypsy stops by.

The girl stared around without stopping in awe. The small room felt so warm, comfortable, neat and beautiful. Some of the space is used for bedding, others for sitting, eating and relaxing.

"Your caravan is very beautiful, Phuri Dai," praised Naeva.

Phuri Dai smiled. "The old man's caravan is unattractive, M'mselle. You will definitely like my children's caravan more. They're good at arranging caravans into a comfortable place to live."

Naeva nodded with interest.

"May I know your name, M'mselle?" ask Phuri Dai later.

Naeva immediately realized that she had not introduced herself to her helper at all. And this is so embarrassing in his opinion. Naeva feels like an unethical person.

With a blushing face, the girl replied, "sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Naeva de Gaulle, Phuri Dai. And my husband Abellard."

Phuri Dai. "A very beautiful name" he praised as he massaged his own calf. "Naeva is a name that reflects intelligence, independence and humility. While Abellard is a name that reflects power, it is in desperate need of backup and possessiveness. You're the girl who's fit to accompany her one day, M'mselle."

Naeva. It turned out that Phuri Dai knew their lies. Naeva's face immediately flushed. It's getting bad.

"So you know we're not husband and wife?" ask the girl.

Phuri Dai chuckled softly. "Of course, M'mselle."

The woman's answer was short and mysterious. But Naeva did not question it. He just wanted to apologize for lying.

"I'm sorry we. Abellard just didn't want to go far to take care of me."

"No need to apologize, M'mselle. Everyone can lie for good. You're lucky to get such a big love."

Naeva knitted her brows, "very big love? Really it?"

"Yes, it's just that he's too possessive. I felt a past trauma from his aura. Maybe he was once let down."

Naeva was glued for a moment. "What ... was he let down by a woman?" he asked doubtfully.

"If you mean a lover, I don't think so. Because her attitude shows that you're the first girl to fill her heart."

Naeva's heart seemed to expand when she heard Phuri Dai's speech. But curiosity also appeared in his heart, what trauma did Abellard experience?

Naeva stared at the curtains of the caravan that once opened in the wind and showed Abellard sitting with the chief of the tribe out there.

Abellard must be cold. The man did not wear a coat, and now there was no more warmth that they could share through the embrace as when riding. Moreover, Abellard pants are also wet with mud.

Naeva opened Abellard's leather coat which was still wrapped around her body. But Phuri Dai then said something that made him stop giving the coat to the Count.

"In the meantime, we'll stop for the night. It's past midnight, you can rest with us and continue the journey tomorrow morning."

Naeva immediately exclaimed happily. "really? Oh, Phuri Dai, I'm so grateful for your kindness," he said, bowing many times.

Shortly after, they had passed through the small forest. The bright moonlight immediately greeted them back.

The caravan stopped.

"Please wait a minute, M'mselle. We'll have dinner before we rest."

"You had dinner like this?"

"No, it's just a snack. Men will feel hungry because they continue to face the cold night air. You can enjoy tea if you don't feel hungry" explains Phuri Dai.

A moment later Naeva heard the voices of people talking outside. The girl immediately peeked through the caravan window and saw the men starting to make a bonfire.

They prepare to make food in the open.

"Well, this is so exciting!" mumble Naeva amazed.

Then turned to look at Phuri Dai excitedly. "May I come out to help?"

"Of course M'mselle. My daughters will definitely be happy to receive your help."

Naeva smiled happily and immediately got up from the floor of the caravan lined with fur carpets.

While Phuri Dai stared at his departure with a warm smile.

Phuri Dai's daughters were yellowish-white, their eyes greenish-brown. Their face shape is square with a firm jaw, indicating that they are independent people.

At first they seem surprised and awkward to see Naeva join in. Because there has never been a native girl who greeted and approached.

"Can I help you?" asked Naeva with a big smile.

A woman who looked more mature replied with an awkward smile. "No need to bother, M'mselle. You are our guest, we will prepare it for you."

"It's okay. I am very interested in cooking in the wild like this. Let me help," Naeva replied still in high spirits.

The woman smiled. Glad to see the hospitality of the beautiful girl before him. "All right, then. We'll burn bread with butter, M'mselle."

Naeva nodded and immediately helped the two teenage girls who smeared butter on the bread. The two teenage girls looked awkward as they once glanced at Naeva.

"You guys are so deft," praised Naeva for trying to melt the atmosphere.

Both of them immediately blushed. "You're so pretty, M'mselle."

Naeva smiled with sparkling eyes at the innocent teenager's praise. "You guys too. Your eyes are greenish. Very beautiful, "praise her. "Oh, yes. To my knowledge, the gypsies were in groups of seven to ten caravans. Why are you only three caravans?"

"We were separated from the group, because Phuri Dai was ill and had to stay several days in Marseille. They'll be waiting for us in the Chajentau valley."

Naeva.

One of the teenage girls then touched Naeva's arm and coded her towards Abellard. Naeva follows the direction of the gypsy teenager's chin.

"Your husband seems so afraid of you why-why. From that moment he kept watching," the teased teenager blushed.

Naeva looked at Abellard for a moment. The man was standing not far from Phuri Dai's caravan alone. Watching himself like a personal bodyguard. His hands were crossed in front of his chest, while his eyes were staring intently.

Naeva then smiles and continues her work. True as Phuri Dai said, Abellard was a little possessive.

After applying butter, the men began to bake bread. While the women make tea.

Finish burning bread. The most mature man who seemed to be Phuri Dai's son-in-law, approached the woman who was attacking water with Naeva.

"My wife, this is toast for you" said the man.

The woman accepted it with a smile.

"Your husband is very romantic," seduced Naeva after the man left.

The gypsy woman smiled again. "Phuri Dai used us to help and appreciate each other." Then with a blushing look he continued, "and my husband is indeed as you say. He's very considerate."

Hearing Phuri Dai's daughter's answer, Naeva suddenly gets an idea.

He would have Abellard burn bread for him.

With a grim face, the girl approached the Count, who that night turned into a standby bodyguard for his sake.

Abellard smiled welcoming Naeva who greeted her. . The first smile engraved from those charming lips since they hitched a ride in the gypsy caravan.

"What's wrong?" ask the man warmly.

"Why not blend in?"

"I .. less comfortable. "

"Abellard, I need you to do something for me. Do you want to?"

"Do what?" ask the gentleman.

Naeva just smiled mysteriously. Grabbing Abellard's sturdy hand and pulling her slowly towards the campfire.

"I want you to spread some bread for me and I'll make you some tea" whispered the girl enthusiastically.

Abellard was stunned for a moment. Burning bread? With these weird gypsies?

Phuri Dai's son-in-law handed the man a tray of bread that had been smeared with butter. Awkward and without words.

Abellard sighed and was forced to accept the tray of bread as she sipped her saliva.

Naeva smiled looking at Abellard's expression. It feels very happy doing this husband and wife drama. Unknowingly the girl uttered a sentence that emerged from her deepest heart.

"Je vous aime, Abellard ...."

(Je vous aime: I love you)