
"You're going to the orphanage by noon, son?" ask the old man who was enjoying a toast covered in chocolate jam and grated cheese. In the past when he had just stopped in this country, the man felt strange because there was cheese and chocolate mixed in food, but now his tongue was used to feeling the pleasure of the combination of chocolate and cheese.
"So, Dad, I have to be a witness if the land, where the orphanage is officially owned by the orphanage," replied the young man who every time his food menu must use rice because it is a native of this country. Unlike the man she called Daddy. The old man came from a country where bread was his main food.
"If you, Marisa, when did you become her secretary, Raffi?" now the old man named Moreno threw a question to the woman who was also enjoying the same bread as the man enjoyed as his breakfast menu.
Before answering, the woman named Marisa turned to Rafi for a moment, then looked back at the man who had thrown the question. "I want it as soon as possible, Om, but Daddy's coming home soon. I would like to welcome him and accompany him for a few days. It's also possible that I won't be staying here again, if Daddy comes home later."
The old man's forehead wrinkled, staring at the two young people across the table. "If you don't mind. You want to live anywhere please. But does Rafi want you to leave again?"
Rafi looked up at Moreno and then snorted. He knows, Daddy's teasing him. "Then it's Dad, later if Mr. Alexander comes home, Daddy helps me to persuade Mr. Alexander, to marry his son to me. When there was no father, he wanted to keep sticking with me, it was his father's turn, just want to move house."
Marisa and Moreno smiled. One of them was about to open his voice again, but was undone when one of the house assistants approached them. "Sorry, sir, outside there are guests who want to meet the young master and Miss Marisa."
"Meet with me? Who, Bi?" ask Marissa.
"Name's Sergio, Miss."
"What! What's he doing here!" exciting Marisa. Surprise was also evident on the faces of Moreno and Rafi at this time.
"Udah, we'll see" Moreno said, looking calmer. Unlike the two young people who did have a grudge and anger at his guest.
according to Moreno's advice, the three then ended their breakfast suddenly and immediately met a guest who he said was waiting in the living room. Rafi's forehead grew increasingly wrinkled as her footsteps had reached the living room. It was not only Sergio who astonished him, but in the living room there was also the man Rafi ordered to keep an eye on Sergio.
Sergio showed a wry smile again. The man knew very well that the nephew must have been very angry at his actions. Not only the nephew, but also the young man whose gaze was so cold without any sound. Sergio knows, Rafi must be holding back his anger at the moment and is also curious about what Sergio is doing at his home.
"What do you need in the morning to come here, sir?" asked Moreno who could be more calm because the man did not have any problems with his guest.
Sergio looked at the man sitting next to him. The man who actually became Moreno's men and Rafi nodded and looked at the host. "I'm sorry, great sir and young Master, I will represent Mr. Sergio to speak."
"Are you a traitor?" Rafi asked very cynically.
"No, sir, I have absolutely no intention of betraying the young master and the great master," the real man argued as well as being frightened at this moment. The accusations that Rafi made were indeed very vulnerable made him called a traitor.
"Then why did you come with him and help him? Did he pay you dearly?" Rafi still threw her intimidation questions.
"I'm sorry, young master, I'm really hard-pressed to decide to help Mr. Sergio. But after I had a conversation with him and he was in desperate need of help, I finally decided to help Mr. Sergio to meet the young Master and Miss Marisa."
"ask for help? Ask what is he for help? Please forgive me for all my mistakes?" Marisa throws the question cynically.
"No, Miss," the man picked up something Sergio had brought that left the three hosts quite dumbfounded.
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