Asya choked. The man's words pierced his heart. A few seconds later, Asya took a deep breath, trying to get rid of her shortness of breath which was gradually subsiding, as well as the throbbing in her heart caused by Sean's words.
The girl did not understand why she had to accept all those words. However, when the girl was silent, lost in thought, as if remembering what had happened to her, and Sean's condescending words, Alma's words suddenly came to mind. As if to be a warning to Asya.
'What are you doing with Mr Sean? Don't you dare approach him! Our pride will be trampled underfoot if we dare to get close and associate with rich families!'
Asya's heart sank. Oh shit. Alma's words were true. Success slapped Asya right then and there. Beads of clear water managed to break through the defenses of his eyelids. Asya sobbed a little.
The girl still hasn't made up with Alma. Asya is now aware that Alma's warning is not just a one-sided talk and judgment. Her mother was trying to make Asya aware of the fact that Asya was nothing to a family who had wealth like Sean.
"Mama ... I'm sorry," whispered Asya slowly.
***
Asya walked slowly. His gaze was fixed on the ground, staring at the grass that he was stepping on now. The girl's gaze was vacant. Plus a slightly pale face and there are some scratches, making Asya look weak.
The girl stopped her steps, then looked at the appearance of the big house belonging to Pak Arman's family. Asya has only been there for two days. Asya knows nothing. Don't know for sure how many family members there are, what is Pak Arman's face, Asya doesn't even know. He only knows Sean and Cris. However, just knowing her child alone made Asya quite hurt.
Oh, what a fool! Asya shook her head vigorously. "I can't think about what Sean said! The man is just a breeze! Don't let his words enter your heart, Asyara! It could be heart disease!" Asya warned gently patting both cheeks. Every now and then he winced in pain when he felt the scratch, a small wound but quite painful.
After successfully grumbling, the girl decided to quickly enter the back door, where the maid's room was. A few steps Asya swung her legs, until she reached the door and entered it.
Unbeknownst to Asya, a girl came out of her hiding place, behind a tree growing in the Alexander family's yard. The girl was silent, staring at Asya's petite body which slowly disappeared behind the door.
Lathia clenched her fists. He frowned. "There's no mistaking it," he muttered coldly. "Did you think I would be that stupid, Sean?" Lathia added sharpening her gaze.
Dzzzzzrt! Dzzzzzrt!
Lathia's phone vibrates. That caught Lathia's attention. The girl immediately reached into her shirt pocket and checked her cellphone.
He saw a message came from Crish and immediately opened it.
Cris <3 :
'Where are you? Haven't had dinner yet, have you? If you're outside, hurry in. I don't want you to get cold.'
Lathia hissed a little. "I told you I don't want to live in your house anymore!" snarled Lathia in annoyance. But what can I do, the girl can't do anything now, and she only has Crish she can rely on.
***
Click!
Asia closed the door. The girl then walked, about to go to her mother's room. However, his steps immediately stopped when he found several maids gathered in the living room—especially the maids. Asia is shocked. Moreover, the servants immediately glanced at Asya at the same time, Asya became the center of attention now.
"Asia! Asia! I'm grateful!" shouted Alma suddenly, attacked Asya from the side and immediately hugged the girl. "Thank goodness you're finally home, kid!" Alma said again, while sobbing.
Asya raised her eyebrows. Staring at his mother in surprise, at the same time did not understand what was going on. He then glanced at the servants who then approached him.
"Asya, that's your name, right? Where have you been?" asked one of the maids named Bi Rina.
"I..." Asya hung her words. He had an accident, and Asya realized that he had come home quite late. Perhaps this made Alma so worried that the other maids gathered like this. "I had an accident earlier," explained Asya honestly. There's no point in lying.
"Oh my, Asya…." Alma sobbed a little, examined the girl's face and hugged her again. "Why did you get into an accident? Thank goodness you are safe. Mama thought you didn't want to go back to Mama because Mama scolded you too much. Mama is really worried about you, son," Alma continued quietly.
Asya's mind sank, at the same time warmed. He was very happy that Alma was worried about him. "Mama, Asya can't do that. Asya can't leave Mama alone." Asya returned Alma's hug.
"Earlier, because you weren't home yet, Mrs. Alma was confused. He wants to find you but can't ask Mr. Arman's permission because he is busy. Thank goodness you're okay. We were also worried about you." The maid named Tina joined in the conversation, gently patting Asya's shoulder while carving a warm smile.
Asya froze, she then looked around, the maids seemed to be happy. This made Asya smile a little, while rubbing the back of her mother who was still crying.
Asya thinks he really doesn't need to think about Sean's words. There is no lower caste in this world, because all humans are the same. Have a desire and a heart that is always worried and wants to be worried.
***
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A knock on the door managed to distract Sean who was currently focused on writing notes in his book. "Come in," Sean said, glancing at him.
Not long after, Crish—the person who knocked on the door came to Sean's room with a glass of milk. The man kept it beside the study table. "Mama told me to send this to you," Crish said. Without waiting for an answer from Sean, the man folded his arms while leaning against the wall.
Sean glanced at the glass of milk. He laughed amusedly. "Geez. Even though Mama rarely gives me this, why ask Big Brother to bring it?" asked Sean in disbelief.
"Maybe Mama wants us to reminisce a bit," Crish replied. Crish knows very well that when his younger brother was in elementary school, Crish was the most diligent in preparing Sean a glass of milk before going to bed.
Sean smiled briefly. "Sis Crish just wants to be my mother. Give me milk and take care of me. But… I'm not a kid anymore now," said Sean, this time the man checked his laptop and read some files there.
Crish walked over to the bed and plopped down on the soft mattress. He buried his face in the pillow. "I sleep here tonight. I want to vent," said Crish.
"What?" Sean looked surprised. He glanced at Chris. "Speak what?"
Crish didn't look at Sean. "It's about Lathia."
Crish's answer succeeded in making Sean sharpen his ears to hear his brother's words. "La… thia?"
***
~To be continued~