Alarico
Twenty-two
When they entered the two of them became the center of attention of all who were at the dining table unconsciously Syera grabbed the sleeves of Alarico shirt as soon as Alarico walked still with Syera's hands clutching her black suit.
It just so happened that they came when Father and the other mother just invited guests to move to the dining table.
Alarico immediately held Syera's hand and led her way together and the two maids pulled chairs.
The two of them sat down after the two chairs were pulled together by the waiter.
Syera let go of her hand and sat down quietly.
Alarico blames himself for not knowing if the situation will be so bad when he first comes, now he and Syera will definitely be in trouble.
Alarico should be able to keep Syera in place with him without being touched by everyone at the dinner table.
"Alarico, you're going to have dinner with Papa and talk important stuff, so who's this?" Said the father directly in essence pointing to Syera whose appearance is not too striking.
Alarico began to dislike this situation the way his father spoke always cornered the person he thought looked weakest.
Alarico always had a bad opinion on his father, it was actually his father's expression was always stiff on Alarico and cold to look very dislike.
"Alarico, Mama don't papa you have your own choice but, why now son, how's Salsa? Poor papa you have given his promise to parents Salsa son," said Mama Leni trying gently.
If you talk, it's like Alarico really doesn't like it.
"Don't call me Son, I'm not your son" Alarico said, suppressing all his words.
"Alarico." The heavy voice of the man who first greeted Syera now sounded a little high calling Alarico's name.
"What.. Do you want to buy your dear wife yes, Why Papa did not ask Al, about this matchmaking, Al has his own choice of life Al, Al of coursein," he said that he raised his tone a little in front of his father even though he was at the dinner table.
Above Raka and her Mommy Alarico noticed the activity without Alarico noticing.
"Alarico, Mama," said the mother, continuing to the son of her husband, gently trying to suppress the anger of the son, but Alarico threw a sharp gaze that made the father even more dislike the attitude of his son.
His gaze fell upon Syera.
"Who's your name?" the host told the foreign guest that his son had invited in without his permission when this was a dinner with Salsa and her family.
"Sa-I'm Syera Om." Nervous fear of being completely uncomfortable with this situation is surprised by the high notes of the two men who are different ages and never seem to be able to blend.
"What's your father's job and there's been an overseas college experience do you know my son just about anything and make him bound up to be able to fight me..."
"PARENTS.. STOP, SYERA NO BUSINESS. IT'S A PROBLEM WE DON'T USE THE FAMILY'S SOCIAL LEVEL OF SHERA IN FRONT OF PAPA'S ESTEEMED COLLEAGUE." Alarico's impact instantly made everyone quiet and Syera quivered in fear Knowing Alarico's bad situation opened his suit and gave it to Syera.
Trying to hold Syera's shoulder from the area of her suit.
"See this kid can already judge about the social level I don't mean. But, Salsa is even better than the girl you brought," said the father instantly made Alarico's emotions burst out with perfect red eyes and his neck veins stood out.