Child Contains Husband of Others
3. Offended

"Young Master, you must keep your status in mind." The secret instantly reminded me as soon as Mute went in first. "It's not worth a Narendra living in this place. Please think again."

Erekleus smiled. "I'm not staying, just staying for a few days."

"But Young Master—"

"I know that I'm a Narendra and my self-esteem is much higher than theirs." Erekleus turned to the small house. "But Dad sent me early to solve their problems."

"...."

"I think it's also a problem if a little girl tries to fight because of unfair attitude. Besides, I want them all to understand that I don't need to be served by them. So you just need to make sure they don't treat me too special."

After confirming his decision, Erekleus stepped into the courtyard of the wooden house with the mossy outer walls. Removed his shoes near Mute's sandals, stepped into the slum.

Erekleus frowned that second as well. His nose smelled a strange unpleasant aroma, then his eyes were treated to the view of a messy house, items arranged untidy—at least by the standards of a Narendra.

"What's your name, Miss?" erekleus asked as he continued his steps inward.

What surprised the room inside was the last room. There was a smoky kitchen, wood-fired ash, a super mini bathroom with no wooden doors, and Mute squatting near a pile of dirty laundry.

Erechleus had only first seen that one could live in such a small house.

"Mutia" replied Mute ogah-ogahan. "Whose name are you, Young Master?" reply he asked, complete with a sneer at the title of master of mudanta.

"Erekleus."

Mute. "Huh?"

"Erekleus. My name is Erekleus." The Young Master smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Mutia. Why did they call you Mute?"

"Your name is Ere—Erekel?"

"Erekleus." The man tilted his face. "Is it hard to call it? It's a lot harder to name my sister, Eusebia. So I call it Ese more often."

Mute was dumbstruck until she was startled by a burst of tap water in her basin that had been waiting for water. The girl would not want to focus on her laundry anymore.

"Why are there no mountain eruptions?" mumble him.

"Don't insult my name, miss. That's the name my parents gave me," Erekleus said firmly.

"We Narendra do have a different name. But it's actually not that different. Only, you guys aren't used to thinking it weird."

".... Whatever."

"What an unfriendly Young Miss."

Erekleus turned around to see if there was a seat. But because he found it not there, Erekleus inevitably opened the suit he was wearing, making him a slacker.

"Your house is very small, Miss."

"Not everyone is rich, Young Master." Mute. "And my floor is clean, yeah! Don't wear coatings."

In Erekleus' eyes it was dirty.

"Who's in charge of the household here? Your papa? Your sister? Where are they?"

"...."

"I asked really, so I hope you answered."

"Not everyone has a Becus father!" He was very aggressive. "Can diem not, anyway? Or why don't you help me because you said you wanted to help?!"

Erekleus looked at the girl's face. "I asked nicely to understand your life," he said. "But your attitude is always aggressive as if I ruined your life, miss. That's not a good attitude."

"I don't have time to give you attention!"

"I didn't ask for your attention, Mutia. I need your honest answer about the condition of the village but you just keep venting it on me."

Erekleus moved without taking his coat. "I'll be back later, after confirming something else."

Erekleus was not angry that he was protesting at something, but if he took it out on Erekleus when he had tried to help, it offended him a little.

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