Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 100:
Alan opened a message from Alenta. Again the woman asked permission not to guide him in Persian exercises. "This woman likes it so much, what is this free tutoring?" muttered.
Alan was still quite upset that Alenta had left the inn when there was a meeting with Amina. The woman simply left a message to the innkeeper. Somehow he had to be angry and upset, even when he called Alenta, the woman replied lightly she said picked up the family. If he knew Alenta's address, he might have come to get angry.
"Nancy ... Come here!" call the grandfather.
Alan who was going to walk to the elevator had to undo the intention of approaching the grandfather in the middle room. "What's up, Cake?" tanyanya sat there.
"Grandfather wants to ask you for help."
"What?" Alan started to feel bad.
"Get's meet grandpa's friend."
***
"Welcome, Miss ...."
Waiters dressed in European maid clothes lined up to welcome Irene's presence in a large mansion. The mansion was still the same as it used to be, big and majestic. She was like a princess who had just entered her palace again.
Irene and Hamish split up at the airport. Irene was asked to return to Uncle Damian's residence, which guarded the Abraham family mansion.
"Irene, you're finally here" said a middle-aged man who had just stepped down from the stairs upstairs.
"Uncle ...."
Irene ran over and hugged her uncle. He did not expect after a long time to finally be reunited with the uncle.
"You're getting older, Irene. Are grandparents there healthy?"
"Yes, Uncle. They were in very healthy condition even like people who came back young. You see now they live in the village, busy courting."
"Haha ... You could have. By the way, where's Hamish? He didn't drive you here?"
"Sir Hamish has business. He went somewhere when he arrived at the airport. I'm just being ushered in by his bodyguard." Irene pointed at the two well-dressed men standing in the living room.
"Can't you tell him to quit his business immediately? He's been very worried. Fear the enemies will be more and more."
"What did Brother Hamish do?" Irene asked curiously.
Uncle Damian patted his own forehead. "Forget over! Let's go upstairs, let Uncle show you your room."
Damian led Irene to the upper room. The servants followed them behind carrying Irene's belongings.
"How long are you planning to stay here?" ask the uncle.
"If it could be forever. Hahaha ..."
"May I also want it to."
"Handering, Uncle ... At least one week."
Uncle Damian opened the door to a room. The magnificent European royal rooms welcomed him. The room looked more luxurious than the last one he saw.
"Rest! If you need anything, just call the waiter with that button." Damian showed me the thing in question.
The tool is also according to the new Irene. There used to be no such practical tools. He still uses the bell to call the waiter.
The mansion had almost fallen into the hands of others when Abraham's family was hit by a major shock from the deaths of their two sons. Luckily, there was Alberto Miguel who helped. Alberto also hid Irene's aunt, Myria Teressia Miguel.
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A sunny afternoon is unfortunate if not enjoyed for fun. Irene was wearing a casual dress made of floral chiffon with a hat on her head. He put on a cheerful face while pedaling his bike around the streets around the mansion.
Her blond hair she let loose occasionally fluttered by a gentle breeze. When he saw a beautiful flower growing wild on the roadside, he stopped the speed of his bike.
There are beautiful yellow flowers. The name is Dandelion flower, a wildflower that usually grows on the streets. Dandelion flowers are often considered a weed, but actually have many benefits.
Irene plucked a piece of dandelion that was still yellow. In French, dandelion means lion tooth. Funny, but that's the truth.
Irene increased the number of dandelion flowers she picked. There were about 10 stalks that he put together and tied with grass stems. He put the flowers in his bicycle basket while continuing the journey to the sea which is 5 kilometers from the mansion.
While paddling his bike, he sees a man who raises his face from the car window very much like Alan. He was caught not believing. There's no way he'd see Alan there.
"ah! Uh! Uh! Ouch ...."
The bicycle that Irene rode on ledge and hit a rock. Finally he fell down with his bike because he did not pay attention to the road.
"Ow ... Your eyes where, Irene ..." - grumbled.
"Est-ce que ica va?" (are you okay?) ask Alan.
Irene was shocked when she heard Alan's voice right behind her back. "Death to me ..," he said. He didn't even have the courage to look back.
"Je vais bien," (i'm fine, ) replied Irene.
Alan helped lift Irene's fallen bicycle. He reached out his hand to help Irene.
While bowing his head, he received Alan's hand. Due to Alan's overzealous pull, Irene almost fell over. Luckily Alan held his back. The two looked up, Alan squinted his eyes, feeling very familiar with the woman before him now.
"Alenta?" muttered Alan.
Irene who realized she had been caught hastily took Alan's hand off her. "Merci pour vote aide," (thank you for your help), Irene said as she ran off with her bike. He undoed the intention of going to the sea turning back to the mansion.
Alan was still stunned in his place. He was still shocked by the woman. His face was very similar to Alenta, but it was also similar to Irene's. It was as if the woman was a fusion between the two women. "Have I gone crazy to be everywhere like meeting Irene and Alenta?" thought. Moreover, the woman went towards the direction of the mansion she was about to go to.
Alan asked his grandfather to meet Mr. Damian, his grandfather's friend. He did not expect to meet a woman like Alenta in France. "But, Alenta says there's business abroad. What does that mean here?" thought.
Meanwhile, Irene was also pedaling her bike violently. He hurriedly entered the mansion while running around. "I can't see Alan's brother here, anyway!" his gerrick.
He tells the maids one by one to hide his identity if the man named Alan comes. "If you ask, tell me my name is Alenta Miguel, okay!" Irene's word to the servants.
"What's Irene doing?" ask Uncle Damian.
"Uncle, will there be guests from Indonesia coming here?" ask Irene.
"Kok you know?"
"Don't tell me my name is Irene, Uncle! My name is Alenta Miguel!" her door.
Uncle Damian laughed. "You're all right, Irene ...."
"Anyway, call me Alenta. Otherwise, I'll be angry!" Irene immediately ran away towards the upper room.