If Petra said he could choose, of course, he would not want to experience an incident that injured his left hand and had to undergo surgery and insertion of the handler. However, if it was Petra's choice, then she would not have met Ken or know the facts about who the real Ken was. The Snow Prince in Petra's childhood.
After returning from the hospital in Lyon, Petra picked up and took the girl to Lisa's house, Lyon's older sister. It would be more appropriate to force Petra to leave her warm bed at home to a place completely foreign to Petra.
"Why did you bring me here?" Petra's scare couldn't help but think.
Petra closed his eyes for a few seconds. Trying to keep his emotions under control. At least, Petra didn't want to make a fuss at other people's places even if Lyon was the cause.
Always, Lyon arbitrarily decided something about himself without asking Petra first. Even though Petra understood this, Petra still felt annoyed by him. Can't Lyon just let Petra live quietly for just one day?
"With your injured left hand like that, what can you do in a cramped and messy house alone? Can you cook with only one hand? Are you a wonder woman who can do everything just by snapping your sane fingers?" small Lyon at length?
Lyon looked at Petra with annoyance. Like an animal eagle staring at the prey, escaping. As if what Petra had done wrong cannot be forgiven just by saying sorry.
"I can do all that with my right hand in good health in Lyon. And ... isn't it too much for you to bring me here huh?" grumbled Petra, the view across the vast living room. The area of a tennis court. Only with a white sofa set in one corner. The color matches the wall color, making the seat invisible at first glance.
Lisa's house is so big for a small family of three. Besides, Lisa's partner rarely came home to that house. Ruben's job, Lisa's husband as Ambassador of Mestonia, requires him to travel to various places, cities, and even countries.
Petra walked into Lisa's house, the living room. The room with the nuances of pastel colors, both from the wall paint, the furniture in every corner, makes a warm and comfortable impression on the eye. It is inversely proportional when Petra is in the living room which is shaping and cold like Lyon.
Petra immediately likes the atmosphere of Lisa's house but is too shy to come clean with Lyon. In the end, Petra was speechless in a thousand languages, not continuing the exuberant babble at the beginning of his arrival.
"None of my business. Anyway, there is a servant here who can meet all your needs until your hands are restored. This is the order of Lisa, the queen of this house. Just so you know, honestly I don't care what you are doing and what you are going to do. So do whatever you want. your heart. Just one more thing, don't go home to that house for a while. The dust there is not good for a sick person like you. And this is an order. Period. "Lyon said, then gestured to one of the servants to escort Petra to the room where Lisa was prepare.
Then Lyon left Lisa and Petra's house alone.
"I can't call myself, can I? I wasn't even given the chance to bring my school uniform." Petra sighed more to herself. Lyon has long left home, gone somewhere.
"No need to worry, miss. Young master and the driver are picking up your school clothes, so tomorrow morning Miss Petra can go to school." said the waiter, who was still standing not far from Petra. The servant's words seemed to dare to answer Petra in an instant.
"Very well then. But, what about a change of clothes and underwear? That kid couldn't possibly bring it too, right?" exclaimed Petra, suddenly thinking about it. Something that a self-conscious boy shouldn't be doing. Petra panicked on her own.
"Don't worry, Miss. Mrs. Lisa has prepared clothes like those that are not available in the wardrobe. Everything is safe, sir because it is young. And I don't think Lyon will affect your personal belongings, miss." The waiter answered with an amused smile. Seeing Petra's panic-stricken behavior was like a show for the waiter.
"Right. Of course. That rascal kid couldn't possibly think that way right? Huh, why am I being so paranoid? Okay, I'll be goodbye to clean up. Excuse me." said Petra, pleased that the waiter's answer made enough sense. And ashamed of his thinking too far.
Please miss. said the maid and left Petra alone at the door to the pastel pink room. In the big house, Petra was left alone, only accompanied by two servants. Lyon went with the driver. Lisa, who went to Seriz with Chia to visit their parents' house, was on vacation, she said.
Because she didn't know what to do, the girl finally fell asleep on the bed with lavender sheets and was still wearing her favorite fur coat, after previously having taken a bath in the bathroom, Petra had just felt the pleasure of bathing in a bathroom like a five-star hotel.
Even Petra forgot about her night grave.
When the maid tried to knock on the door of Petra's room not hearing, she was exhausted and sleepy. And realized it was morning. Petra got up late. The day he had to go to school. And it's not Petra if she comes late to school.
Petra was in a hurry to finish breakfast because Lisa's housekeeper kept pushing Petra to eat breakfast so that her left hand would quickly recover. Petra was trying to catch up on time. The first class will start in five minutes. Lisa's house is quite far from school. Even with a car speed above the average, it is not enough to bring Petra to school on time, Metropol High School.
"How long will it take to get to school?" Petra asked the driver at the wheel.
A black car with the same make and color as the one Lyon used to drive. Only the license plate number is different. Petra suspects that this type of car is an obligatory car in the Levi family.
"At the moderate speed we'll be there in fifteen minutes, miss." replied the driver, giving a smile as if he said 'it's okay to come late sometimes.
However, for Petra, there was no name now and then. Now and then it will only give birth to a repetition to end a habit. It was too risky for Petra to just be late.
Or...
"Can't. Then ... can you take me somewhere instead of school?" asked Petra, smiling sweetly.
A crazy idea suddenly crossed Petra's head.
-TBC-