Cold Man And Miss Stone
29. Flower Park

If asked whether Emilia was sad or not, then the answer is no.

What should he feel for a man he has never seen, a picture he has never seen, a presence he has never felt?

There aren't.

For Emilia, Erwin Nugraha and his wife are just myths. Although there was a time when Emilia wished they were still alive, in the end they were strangers.

"They drowned in the sea." Emilia was more concerned with Samuel's reaction.

Did he immediately think about Erwin Nugraha dying thanks to Argantana? But Samuel's eyes were straight on him.

"What's both?"

Whatisit? Shouldn't he be suspicious?

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Ema." Samuel suddenly touched his arm. "I'm grateful to take you with me. For now I'm sorry that some people around you are acting annoyingly, but over time they will get used to it."

Huh huh?

Emilia felt a threatening uneasy turmoil. He stared intently into Samuel's eyes to know what else he was going to say that ridiculous thing.

But looking at her as if convinced she was saying the right thing, Emilia immediately pulled her hand in disgust.

"If it's over, I'll go up."

"You don't eat?"

"I'd rather eat alone and take my own food." He had to stress that so that he would stop giving something just for Emilia to throw away.

Rushing Emilia up, wanted to go into her bedroom to be able to stay peaceful if again she was not disturbed by people. After Samuel, now Rowan.

"Can I ask for your help?"

I don't like helping others. Emilia sighed faintly, following Rowan to help her.

It turned out that the help he asked for was to prune the flowers in the back garden near where he was shooting. Emilia wanted to ask why she didn't tell the waiter, but instead of bothering, she decided to shut up.

"You can trim it neatly, right?"

Should he say no?

Emilia glanced at the flowers in the garden. In the end it nodded, because if to be honest, Emilia likes flowers.

...*...

Rowan had deliberately invited Ema to accompany him even though he used to do this himself.

I didn't think Ema was good enough.

Gesture's weird. Rowan silently watched him from behind. It might be strange to say it, but she .. looks too elegant for an ordinary village girl.

From the side Rowan looked at, he remembered the figure of his mother taking care of the flowers while occasionally kissing them.

Is that why Uncle paid attention to Ema?

"Do you like flowers?" Rowan asked.

And unexpectedly, Ema replied, "Lumayan."

Rowan. "My mother said the land in the village is good for plants. My mother is also from the village."

More surprisingly, Ema turned to him as well. "What flowers does your mother like?"

".... Orchid flowers."

"That's a simple but charming flower."

Rowan won't smile. "Great woman's mother. So pretty. That's why I always thought orchids did symbolize Mom."

...*...

He can smile too.

Emilia did not know who Rowan's mother was because the woman had died long enough. Although it looks indifferent and uncaring, it seems that this child cares for his mother until now.

A feeling Emilia could not understand.

Mother. A figure that to him is just a myth.

"What's your mother like, Ema?"

It was not a normal question from a young master to a maid.

"Only ordinary women." Emilia is trying to find someone suitable for her to describe as a mother. It flashed in his mind the figure of Harsa, then he also explained according to the character of Harsa. "He's a bit annoying and likes to scream. But actually he just likes to be noticed."

".... Your mother's a flower lover?"

I don't even know what her face looks like, so how do I know if she's a flower-lover or not? Your father killed her, anyway.

"Maybe." Emilia stared at the rose petals in front of her that looked like they were about to bloom. "The villagers don't have time to think about flowers."

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