Since I Found You
Lord Loner

Sieseby, Germany.

A beautiful place like heaven. So calm and peaceful. Breeze also makes the atmosphere feel syahdu, with a row of white buildings thatched roof. Decorate flower plants that propagate on the wall, or deliberately planted in the front yard. All of them, add a beautiful impression in the village.

In a two-storey house by the lake, a man in a wheelchair accompanied him. A year has passed since the incident that made the man have to bear a heavy burden. Shutting yourself off from the outside world. Hiding in the room, and only feeling the sunlight through a glass window that is rarely opened.

“Your hope is ready, Vlad,” said a woman who entered the room, after knocking on the door first. He didn't have to get the approval of the man named Vlad, to get in and out of the room.

“I hope, this time you spend it. This is your favorite food. That's what your grandfather told me first,” said the woman who was none other than Elke, Vlad's mother. A middle-aged blonde woman with a neat bun. Carrying a vintage style, Elke looks so graceful in appearance.

“Put it on the table,” Vlad said without turning to his mother, who was standing not far behind him.

“If you have no intention of finishing this meal, then let me feed you now ...”

“You don't have to be that exaggerated, Mom!” sergeant Vlad. He looked up and looked at Elke. There was anger that he could not vent. However, Vlad immediately returned his gaze out the window. On a beautiful lake near the house. He can only snort in annoyance. Resisting all the anger that is getting more and more mountainous. “Come, Mom. I want to be alone,” drive Vlad smoothly. His tone was not as loud as before.

“Nak ...” Elke tried to persuade the child. Vlad did not respond. He kept his eyes out, on the lake water moving in the wind.

If it was like that, Elke chose to give up. He didn't want to argue with his son just now. Elke turned her back, despite having to bring about compulsion. The middle-aged woman finally came out of the room. Back to letting Vlad be alone, like his usual days.

Vlad Ignashevich's. Handsome, young, charismatic. She has a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Perfectly combined with shoulder-length blonde hair, which he now more often let loose. It's not that there's no time to clean up. Vlad had no intention of doing that.

What does appearance and good looks mean for the thirty-year-old man. There's nothing more Vlad wants right now. All the ambition and desire to hold the world, gone when the doctor decided to amputate his left leg. Vlad prefers to hide. Not letting anyone see his or her deformed self.

A heavy sigh slid from the moustached lips. Vlad looked down, looking at the bottom of his body covered in a flannel cloth with a strange complexion. Motives he doesn't like at all. He wanted to get the cloth out of his body. However, if Vlad did so, he would clearly see that he had now lost one of his pair of sturdy body supports.

“Vlad, there are guests for you,” said Elke who returned to the room of the child.

“Is Mykola here yet?” vlad asked in response to the mother's report.

“Iya. Do you want to see him?” Elke had to seek Vlad's approval first, before allowing anyone to see the man.

“All right in,” reply Vlad.

“But ...,” says Elke restrained. He saw Vlad already pointing his wheelchair towards the window with his back to his back. It indicates that Vlad does not want to talk, especially to argue. Elke got out of there.

Moments later, a man came into Vlad's room. Mykola Vanko's. Twenty-nine year old man. Dark-haired with neat order to the side. Mykola has a distinctly Russian face contour. His pair of irises were black in color, making him look somewhat mysterious. Moreover, because Mykola is indeed someone who does not talk too much.

“How are you, Mr Ignashevich?” greet Mykola politely.

Mykola was the only person to visit Vlad. He was already used to dealing with the unfriendly attitude of the blonde man. Therefore, Mykola still looks calm with a welcome that is not as pleasant as it is today.

“That's bragging,” said a woman whose voice sounded foreign to Vlad's ear. The man in the wheelchair turned around immediately.

Instantly, the long-haired man showed a surprised expression mixed with dislike. He stared intently at the young lady standing beside Mykola. Vlad, watching the woman from head to toe.

I don't know who the woman Mykola took to see Vlad. However, the owner of the room clearly did not like any stranger into his private room. Especially to see him in such a crippled condition.

“What is this woman your lover? Why did you bring him here?” asked Vlad with a ketus.

“No. She's not my lover,” Mykola denies. The handsome man glanced at the woman next to him for a moment. He smiled wryly, then turned his attention back to Vlad. “This is Miss Altea Miller. From this moment on, Miss Miller will take care of you. I guarantee she won't disappoint ..”

“Bring him away from here!” sela Vlad firmly. “I don't need a nurse,” she said later as she turned her wheelchair back towards the glass window.

“Tuan ...,” said Mykola again trying to persuade Vlad. However, he immediately abandoned his intentions, after seeing Vlad raise his hand to the ear. It was a sign that Vlad did not want to accept the rebuttal.

“You can't just be so happy, Sir,” protested the young woman named Altea earlier. “Mr Vanko has taken me from the foundation. Abstinence for me to return before carrying out the task.”

“You're not a fireman, Miss. You can go even though the fire is still burning,” said Vlad coldly.

“What if I refuse?” challenge Altea.

“I do not guarantee. You'll lick your own spit,” reply Vlad.

“Oh, that's fine. As long as I still get a decent wage.” Altea looked so calm when faced with Vlad's cold demeanor. Making the long-haired man turn his wheelchair back. He stared at Altea intensely.

Meanwhile, Mykola could only breathe out slowly. He did not want to interfere in the small dispute that was unfolding before his eyes. Moreover, when Mykola saw Vlad's facial expression that looked very disturbed. “Remember what we discussed earlier before coming here, Miss,” rebukes Mykola slowly, with a slight movement on her lips.

Altea, who was about to challenge Vlad, had to undo his intentions after seeing a gesture from Mykola. “You paid me, Sir. So, I'm according to you,” said the young woman. He turned his eyes to Vlad. The young lady smiled sweetly at him.

“Let me serve you, sir. Give me two months. If during that time you are dissatisfied or increasingly disturbed by my presence, then you can expel me whenever you want, he said,” said Altea with a much different attitude than he showed at the beginning.

Mykola who was listening to that, immediately glared. He seemed to want to protest against Altea through the eyes. “Not like this the initial agreement,” murmured Mykola inwardly.

“Two months is too long. I could die of depression from being depressed by your presence. I'll give you a month!” vlad suddenly agreed to Altea's offer, albeit with a much shorter deadline.

“If in a month you can entertain and eliminate my feelings, then you can serve here. However, if the opposite ... do not ever expect to come back here again!” There was a cynical smile on Vlad's thin lips, after launching the threat.