Elective Class Chair
Frans, get out of town

Huft

A heavy breath shot out from Alvaro's mouth as he opened the glass of his helmet. He saw a fence towering upwards.

After returning home from the Runi tavern, he returned to the mansion.

Mr. Farhat who saw the Alvaro sports bike did not enter the mansion immediately spoke up. ''Why don't you come in, son?'' ask Mr. Farhat.

Notya replied, Alvaro asked back. ''Where did you throw the painting Alvaro?'' alvaro made Mr. Farhat speechless.

Alvaro did not hear what Frans said at the time, whether he had Farhat throw his painting or burn it to ashes.

He looked at Alvaro's sharp eyes, just like his own papa eyes.

''Papah Alvaro's orders I do not run, ''' Mr. Farhat honestly makes Alvaro raise his eyebrows next door.

Alvaro waited for further remarks by Mr. Farhat.'' Painting of Mr. Al, you keep it in the house of the father.''

The answer from Mr. Farhat of course made Alvaro speechless, he thought the painting had been discarded or burned.

''Father deeply regrets Mr. Alvaro's painting which is very good, must be burned, '' he continued. ''Then from that, I keep a painting of Mr. Al in my house.''

Mr. Farhat smiled at Alvaro.

Alvaro smiled faintly to the point of being barely visible.

''Just keep the painting in my father's house, when the time comes I will take it, '' said Alvaro in a flat voice and put on his helmet.

He turned on his motor sport engine, then entered the mansion. Honestly, the mansion is like hell according to Alvaro if there is Frans, the papah.

Alvaro got off his bike, the main door was opened by the mansion's maids. They were lined up bowing their heads when Alvaro came.

''Master, Al!'' call the voice of the chef who works in this house.

The call did not make Alvaro stop. Who is he that Alvaro should listen to?

However, the words of the chef were able to make Alvaro step stop at this time as well.

''Mr. Frans was out of town, he asked me to supervise all the activities of the master, Al!''

Tara, the female chef is over 50 years old, she's the oldest female chef here. Only he dared to call Alvaro.

''No need!'' short and clear.

Alvaro stepped into the elevator to enter his room. Frans' departure out of town would make Alvaro free in the mansion as well as outside.

''If necessary, papah every week out of town, '' murmured Alvaro kept his bag on the sofa and laid his athletic body on his luxurious mattress.

Alvaro's gray room is very plain, there are only photos of his childhood on display on the walls of the room and hangers and clocks on the walls.

It was very desirable that Alvaro displayed his paintings in this room, only that he was aware. If that's not possible as long as Frans forbids him from dealing with brushes.

Drt...

Alvaro's cell phone rang, apparently the one who called him was Frans. Just now he felt the calmness of the demonic figure with the name of the papah calling himself.

Lazily, Alvaro pressed the green button.

''You don't mess around outside the city, Al. Papah's been here for a month. You must remember, there are many papah spies watching you out there!''

''Yes.'' This was all he said, and then he turned off his phone without waiting for Frans.