It didn't take long before the girls fell silent again. They returned to focus on watching the race which turned out to be more exciting than when Lyon competed. Because they can easily who will win the horse race without bothering. As if the horse racing match was specifically for Lyon to win.
Back to the competition, where currently Lisa ranks fifth. Lisa tries to catch up with the opponent with the number thirteen, where the black horse is her ride. Not long ago Lisa was level with player number thirteen. There was fierce competition.
The two horses were traveling at the same speed. Lisa and her opponent tried to keep pushing their horses to run faster, moving forward. The next moment, Lisa overcame player number 13 and ran after another horse in front of her.
"Dear Petty ..." said a voice from the door of the VVIP room where Petra and her friends were swept away by the match which was still fierce.
The voice was familiar to Petra's ears. But his tone sounded different, more polite and gentler than usual. Petra was reluctant to look where the sound came from, only to see the owner of the voice.
In the heat of the afternoon that was about to change to dusk, the young man smiled an unusually sweet smile. Staring at Petra with full tenderness and will make anyone who saw it will immediately melt on the spot.
…
They parted ways beside the black car of the Levi family.
Petra followed his three friends to the Hime family's inn while Lyon carried Chia who was asleep and then put her favorite niece to sleep with her little girl in the back seat. In the next second, Lisa appeared, running exhausted with wet hair as if she had just washed her hair.
Lisa stops beside the open car door where Chia is sleeping inside. The woman stood on her hips while controlling her breath to return to normal. Lisa looked around the parking lot which still looked busy even though the match ended an hour ago. Night had fallen, blanketing the racetrack and the streetlights beginning to light up.
"Thank you, Lyn. Lucky I was able to escape. Otherwise, maybe I'm still stuck with their trash talk. You woman, neither old nor young age, love gossiping, and misplaced curiosity. must wait for all the chirping crowds there. " complained Lisa who was sitting beside Chia.
"I'm not the place where you complain, remember that. And your parable of the crow is not bad. But ... come to think of it, aren't you a woman too, Lisa?" grumbled Lyon who was sitting in the front seat beside the driver in his usual cold tone.
Sneering at his brother's words without thinking like that was not one or two times Lyon did. Almost all their lives they can debate and every chance he gets he will do it. More precisely they will do it anywhere. Especially in a car like this. And Lyon's words just now were just the beginning. The next round will start soon.
Meanwhile, the driver could only sleep tightly trying to hold back his laughter. Since a long time ago, these two brothers were never correct in their words. But the driver understands that they love each other more than anything else in this world.
Only their way is not appropriate in conveying their feelings. The problem is that in the circle of the Levi family there are no guidelines or procedures for conveying opinions or thoughts to other family members.
"So you mean I should talk to Petra instead of my biological sister?" avoided Lisa did not accept. Roughly pushing her wet hair back with her left hand.
"That's better. If he just wants to wait on the babble of a witch-like you," said Lyon not wanting to lose in a debate in the unknown.
"It doesn't matter if I'm close to Petra, is that so? You won't be jealous, right? Besides, this witch can still help take care of your toy called CoMet and other things you can't do." joked Lisa raised an eyebrow.
"Jealous? Don't joke. How could I be jealous of a witch-like you? What you just said made me have a stomach ache. Oh yeah, what kind of food did Petra buy, why did I have a real stomachache." giddy Lyon, unconsciously his hands held his stomach reflexively. Like something feels hot in one part.
Hearing Lyon's complaint about stomach ache, the driver immediately started the car and left the parking area. The driver did not want to be blamed if the young master Lyon suffered from stomach aches because he was negligent in driving.
There is no connection. However, sometimes this is how the young master of Lyon behaves when he blames others who have nothing to do with the problem just to maintain his excessively high self-esteem. It is inversely proportional to Lisa, who is gentle and has never been angry with the waiter or driver.
There is a saying that the fruit does not fall far from the tree. And if you think about it, it happened in the Levi family. Lisa who is gentle, calculating but a little careless and extravagant in speech is very much like her father, Argando Levi. Meanwhile, Lyon, who looks cold, arrogant, and indifferent from the outside, is loving, kind, caring in his way like his mother, Evelinda Levi.
"Why are you always blaming Petra? Don't you feel the slightest bit sorry for him, you stupid brat ?!" suddenly Lisa doesn't accept it when her younger sibling blames Petra for what Lyon is feeling now.
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The stomachache occurred because Lyon did not want to touch the food that had been provided for him since morning. There is no way for Lyon to start the race to just fill his stomach with any food.
"Don't you know I paid for it?" Defend Lyon does not want to be blamed by Lisa.
Why do women always look for reasons to blame men? Even though the mistakes that occur come from the woman herself! Lyon really can't stop thinking about the way girls think.
-TBC-
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