Cecilia felt that this unofficial move was something the short, slightly black-skinned man knew. That's weird, she thought.
But Cecilia didn't want to speculate too much. Perhaps it is customary for a guest's belongings to be moved to a back room whose exact location is not known to the guest.
Immediately, Cecilia lowered her gaze. She was also embarrassed because he was caught watching that stern face without the slightest hint of a smile.
"Thank you, Danton. And this is payment for you, accept it." The short man with slightly black skin gave him the money.
He patted the coachman named Danton on the shoulder and smiled very broadly. Very friendly.
But the coachman's response was very different.
He accepted the money, nodded, and then left.
"We will continue to use you to pick up and drop off. We've entrusted it to you," shouted the man who grew short and slightly black, waving at the door.
He realized that now Cecilia was watching him. And somehow, Cecilia felt she was acting.
It seems so.
Or maybe, he was embarrassed that Cecilia kept watching the two of them.
'Ouch, I seem to have been rude, intentionally blatantly watching the two of them talk earlier.' Cecilia felt regret.
And she also had to correct her etiquette now that she came to this house as a guest, which could be said to be a foreigner who would be boarding for some time to come.
Which Cecilia herself didn't know how long she would stay at Arkan's house.
This was actually so stressful for Cecilia. A little bad too. But there is no other way.
It wasn't like Cecilia was taking advantage of Arkan's kindness. However, what else should Cecilia do?
Can anyone help her?
As most people call a miracle from their God, huh?
Oh, even Cecilia didn't believe in God. She's an atheist.
And she couldn't suddenly turn herself into a religion just because she was in a bad situation right now. And felt she had to pray, that was impossible.
Cecilia believes in nature and the people around her. In other words, people and nature itself is the same embodiment of what is called God Himself.
Arkan was the savior of her life, for now, and the past few days.
The door of the house was closed by the short man with slightly black skin.
He then turned around and smiled again at Cecilia who had now stood up from her seat.
The man approached Cecilia.
Cecilia smiled and then said, "thank you for helping." She also showed his respect by bowing slightly.
The man seemed to be very surprised by Cecilia's attitude now. And after a few seconds, he laughed while scratching the back of his head.
"Oh that, haha. Not really. You are a guest here. I should treat you well. Just helping move your things, it's a very small thing. Because I'm used to lifting a lot of things that are heavier than that. You know it's like shoulder work, right? Hehe. I'm already very expert in that field. The man grinned, broadly. Showing off his white teeth, the color contrasted sharply with his dark skin.
"Oh yes?" Cecilia was surprised. "But really, you look very strong. A real man," Cecilia praised. She smiled.
Making the short man with slightly black skin feel embarrassed and also happy.
Oh look he's become like an adorable cat. Even though he is old. He was a grown man whom Cecilia had no idea who he was.
It could be that he is Arkan's family. Even though their faces look very different.
Not all families have to have the same face, right? Cecilia thought, no need.
Although it should be the average that has the same blood it must be similar.
"Is there a fake man?" He asked. The man who is short and has a slightly black skin color looks confused. But he still smiled. It was as if if he wasn't smiling, he wasn't alone.
"Yes," replied Cecilia at the same time as Arkan returned from the kitchen.
Cecilia and the man also simultaneously looked at Arkan who had just arrived and now in his hand, he was holding a tray with two glasses of orange juice on it which looked very fresh.
Makes the thirst of anyone who sees it hoping to be saved soon by the water that will flow down their throats.
"You're very considerate, Arkan. Thank you," said the man who immediately grabbed a glass which was still on the tray that was still held by Arkan.
Meanwhile, Arkan had kept one more glass on the table, near the position where Cecilia was standing now.
And it was really unexpected for the man when his hand was pushed away very roughly by Arkan and now both of Arkan's eyes hit him like arrows ready to aim at his heart.
He grinned widely and immediately took his hand away from the glass.
Cecilia tried to see Arkan's expression and what exactly were they doing now? Gazing at it was a strange thing when the two were the same sex.
Arkan is fine, isn't he? Cecilia got scared.
"Hehe, alright. I understand." The man stood up straight again and held his throat.
Seeing her expression now, Cecilia understood.
"Are you thirsty?" asked Cecilia.
Hearing Cecilia's question towards the man, Arkan secretly looked at the man with a sinister, threatening look. And the movement of Arkan's hand to put the other glass was slowed down.
The man knew that Arkan wouldn't allow him to drink any of the orange ice. It was for Arkan as well as Cecilia. There is no allowance for him.
"Hmm, me. No, Miss Cecilia. I can take it myself in the back. Then, I have to go. There is still a lot of work waiting. You can go back to chatting with Arkan and after that you can rest in the back room," he said, awkwardly.
He also glanced at Arkan briefly, making sure that Arkan was no longer looking at him with that savage look.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Grateful that Arkan seemed pleased with his self-conscious attitude.
"Is that true? Aren't you thirsty?" Cecilia asked again, to be sure. She then grabbed Arkan's left shoulder who was now the man—Arkan, just kept quiet. "Arkan, you can give him one drink. And –" Cecilia's words stopped.