My Little Prince's
Library

(Rubby's Point Of View)

I was still sleepy when I heard the sound of the door being knocked down violently.

Immediately I got out of bed, went to the door to open it with a still sleepy face.

I saw a woman who looked troubled when she saw me.

He immediately asked me to follow him.

The woman looks young.

We went to the room upstairs.

Inside the room, there were several people standing around the bed.

I don't know what to do, I'm confused myself.

There was a woman lying weakly on the bed. The woman looked graceful, her face was still polished make up even though she only slept there.

Could it be that woman I'm going to take care of?

However, the woman is always seen in the care.

"Master will be here soon."

When I heard that, everyone there walked out.

I was still there alone with a woman between the ages of 30 and 35 lying on the bed.

I looked at the woman's face. There was a strange sense that came to greet me when something long buried came back to greet my mind, I was reminded of something that was still blurry.

The woman who knocked on my door called me 'mistress' and asked me to leave the woman lying there.

"Hi, I'm Rubby."

"I'm Agatha. "

Agatha, the name of the woman who put on a troubled face when she knocked on my door.

We walked out of that room. Walked down a different path than the one before.

"Who was that woman?" "What is my job to take care of him?"

"No, madam. Your job is to take care of others."

"Who?"

Agatha replied, A man came with a calm face. But from the look in his eyes, he looked anxious about something.

"Agatha, where's Damian?"

"Mr Damian is in his room."

The man nodded, immediately running up the stairs. Maybe he'll call a guy called Damian.

Agatha gave a warm smile to me, she said goodbye to go back to her room. And asked me to get back to rest.

I haven't been able to ask her why she fretted when she called me.

I walked around the outside of the house.

When I was in the garden, there was a man with a bandage around his head. The man was sitting in a wheelchair. He had a flat face without expression. He's like he's taken care of very well.

But I find it funny to see it. I don't know why, it looks like that guy is sweet.

Jaden Arshon was there, too, with the man. Besides Jaden Arshon, I also saw two other men. It was as if they were persuading the man sitting in a wheelchair.

I immediately walked away not wanting to interfere in their affairs.

Actually, I wanted to see Jaden Arshon myself.

"Do I know that woman?" I muttered while walking.

I went back to that big house.

But when I was about to enter the room, there was the voice of Jaden Arshon calling me. I stopped at the door of the room, looking at Jaden Arshon who was walking towards me.

He came and asked me to follow him.

We went to the park, he pointed at the man sitting in a wheelchair. That man, the man who made me feel that there was something in my heart.

We approached the man.

"This is Mr. R. Masson R. Nizcholn. "

I bowed my body towards Mr. Nizcholn.

Then introduce yourself to him.

"Miss, you will take care of Mr. Nizcholn. If anything is needed, you can contact me or anyone else in the mansion."

I stood beside the man, not knowing what to say. Because when I said something, he was still silent.

"The sun is beginning to burn, do you want to go back inside?"

He didn't answer. The man was still staring straight ahead as if there was no one around him.

I'm still trying to get him to open his voice. But he who was sweet, suddenly became annoying.

I knelt nearby, still talking to Mr. Nizcholn even though he did not answer my every word.

A man approached us and asked me to speak.

"Excuse me." "It's eight o'clock, it's time for you to have breakfast. "

I nodded and then I and the man brought Mr. Nizcholn back into the house, to the dining room on his desk had served various dishes.

Jaden Arshon and several others who had been there stood up from his seat.

"This is your breakfast today. We beg your pardon, and please when you are resting during the day you meet me in the reading room."

They bowed towards us, towards me and master Nizcholn before leaving.

The dining room became quiet, only me and master Nizcholn were there.

I pushed Mr. Nizcholn's wheelchair closer to the table, then took a bowl of chicken soup before feeding Mr. Nizcholn a spoonful of soup.

However, I don't know. Is he really difficult if asked to eat or because he does not like me who works for him.

He, the man, closed his mouth tightly. Refused to eat his breakfast. His gaze was still the same, empty and focused straight ahead.

I kept quiet for a while, thinking hard about how to get Mr. Nizcholn to eat.

I tried the method I used most when my sister was sick and refused to eat.

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth to form the letter A. And it didn't work.

I, who had been kneeling before Mr. Nizcholn, felt sore at my feet.

"What if we do a question and answer."

I nodded my head.

"What is the name for the first alphabet? Before the letter B?"

I opened my mouth again to form the letter A. And the result is the same, it doesn't work.

"How do you eat your breakfast?"

I took a breath, caught up with an idea. But to me it was too reckless.

"Excuse me, forgive me for my brazen actions." I said while putting a spoonful of soup on Mr. Nizcholn's lips.

The lips were making me anxious, not wanting to open at all.

A waiter then walked into the dining room, he looked compassionate to me. I don't know why he put on such a facial expression.

He told me if it was time for Mr. Nizcholn to go for a walk around the house.

When I said that Mr. Nizcholn had not eaten his breakfast, the woman simply smiled as she nodded and asked me to take Mr. Nizcholn for a walk.

After telling me about it, the middle-aged woman bailed away.

I'm pushing Mr. Nizcholn's wheelchair.

Taking him around the house, we occasionally stopped to enjoy the warm sunshine this summer.

We spend time with this. I was silent while pushing the wheelchair, Mr. Nizcholn was still as silent as before.

Every now and then I invite him to talk, to discuss things that suddenly pop into my mind.

The time for Mr. Nizcholn's afternoon break arrives. I brought him inside, asked Mr. Nizcholn's room to him. However, since he was still silent I asked one of the maids who was cleaning the display on the table.

All right, it turns out our rooms are opposite. And maybe it was on purpose so I could always be ready when called upon.

I immediately took Mr. Nizcholn to his room. I helped her move from the wheelchair, moving the man to the bed.

Don't ask if it's going to go easy. Just say it three to one. Of course I try and be careful.

I covered Mr. Nizcholn's legs with a blanket.

"Good break."

The door of the room was knocked, Agatha told me that Jaden Arshon was waiting for me in the reading room. I remember, Jaden Arshon said I had to see him.

I say goodbye to Mr. Nizcholn, then I go with Agatha.

As I walked towards the reading room, everything felt a bit strange to me. A little creepy and I don't know.

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