Since I Found You
Antoher Lure's

Willy rubbed his neck again. The feeling of discomfort was increasingly open, especially when Mykola had put on an expression that implied a lot of meaning. However, Willy also could not ignore Herbert's question. “No, Uncle. Altea hasn't contacted me in a long time. Just try Uncle ask his other friends. Sarah, Renee, or .. I'm sorry, but I have to leave immediately. The master near the car has been waiting for me since.” Willy kept trying to avoid Herbert. He didn't want the man to keep asking him about Altea.

Herbert, who was seen putting on an uncomfortable look, turned his eyes to Mykola. He stared at the handsome man for a while. However, Herbert did not say hello or just give greetings through body language. He turned back to Willy. “Ya, already. Go,” he said later.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Willy walked over to Mykola. He got into the car. Willy sat down with body language made as comfortable as possible, so that the mother did not feel suspicious. The young man even had a smile while waving his hand with a crisp face.

Meanwhile, Mykola, who had been sitting behind the wheel, did not immediately drive his vehicle. He noticed Herbert walking quietly on the sidewalk, until the man entered a building. Mykola was convinced that it was his residence.

“Why don't you run the car immediately, Mister?” ask Willy carefully. He turned his head for a moment to Mykola, then looked back to the front as the dark-haired handsome man turned back to him.

“Ah, you're right. I can ask you on the way later,” Mykola replied while turning on the car engine. He runs his expensive vehicle away from Steffany's sight still glued to where he stands.

Willy's sense of relief instantly dissipated, alternating with overwhelming discomfort. I don't know what he'll give Mykola an explanation. Willy was sure that the man with the gray blazer who was focusing on driving would ask questions about Herbert. What the twenty-four-year-old had in mind was indeed true.

“So, how long have you known Altea Miller?” Mykola started his question without taking his eyes off the traffic they were going through.

“I told you yesterday, Sir,” Willy said. The owner of the blonde hair was convinced that Mykola must not believe the answer he gave.

What Willy believed was not wrong. Mykola gave a crisp laugh accompanied by a slow whisper. “You think, who are you talking to right now?” Mykola's tone of questioning sounded full of insinuations. “The man knew you very well, Willy,” Mykola said, turning to the young man next to him for a moment.

Willy chose not to immediately respond to Mykola's remarks. The man with the army green hoodie jacket was thinking about what answer he would give to the man who looked very clever.

“Why are you quiet, Willy? How honest are you saying to me? I was in doubt.” Mykola shook her head as she returned slowly.

“I ...” Willy paused.

“Talk only. I'll give you two hours on our way to Sieseby, before deciding to hand over the recording of our conversation yesterday to Miss Emma Sauer,” Mykola said. Vlad's assistant trust still looks calm, even though his words sounded full of threats

Willy scratched his head. The middle of the man's hair became slightly disheveled. Willy had a look out the glass window of the car that was driving. It would be a stupid decision if he chose to take the wheel and force his way out of the vehicle. Willy immediately shook his head. Apparently, he had no other choice. “Are you recording our conversation this time?” asked Willy with a plain face.

“No. Why?” Mykola asked back.

“Yes, maybe you are back to set me up,” said Willy, who immediately made Mykola laugh crisply. “You must have another trick,” said the young man again.

“You're very long-winded. I can't imagine if you're after a girl. He will definitely be taken by your competitor,” ledek Mykola. “You just answered, how long have you known Altea Miller. I promise I'll supply you with an allowance, if you'll give me any information about the young lady." Mykola made an offer to Willy. Right at the intersection of the red light, the handsome man with the branded sunglasses had stopped his vehicle.

Mykola took some cash out of his pocket in his blazer. Some Euro sheets with a much larger amount, than Willy's monthly income as a cashier at the boutique. The lure made Willy exhale deeply. It was a very tempting temptation. He can invite his lover to watch a football match from the VIP stands.

“Wait for your decision to arrive at Sieseby ...” Mykola looked at the expensive timepiece that was coiled around his left wrist. “Ah, apparently only about thirty minutes more,” said the man calmly. He glanced for a moment at Willy who looked even more upset. Mykola smiled as well. He could guess the inner struggle within the twenty-four-year-old man.

“You brought a car as good as this to the countryside, Mister?” Willy tried to make small talk, in order to reduce the turmoil in the heart. The eyes and glances of the blond young man, occasionally fixed on the pile of money on the dashboard. I wanted to immediately take them, which seemed to have been constantly waving to Willy. However, one side of the young man still survives and keeps his image.

Exactly about thirty minutes later, they arrived in front of a two-story house with a very beautiful atmosphere. Mykola stopped the vehicle. However, the Russian-Ukrainian man did not come out immediately. He was half-facing Willy. “Take. The money is already yours,” he said without taking off the sunglasses he was wearing.

Willy laughed crisply. His eyes showed a bad taste. However, he was also unable to control the temptation of a stack of Euros, which seemed to sparkle in the morning sun towards that afternoon. "alright. I accept this offer," break it.

"It was very thoughtful and rational" Mykola responded. He took the money, then gave it directly to Willy. "Save this money well. Now, let's go in" he asked as he opened the door. Mykola got out of the car first, then Willy followed later.

The two men in much different fashion styles were, walking past the grassy courtyard. After arriving at the door, Mykola immediately knocked on him. Not long after, the door opened. Elke's face welcomed their arrival.

"Mykola? How are you doing? Why don't you tell me if you're coming?" As usual, Elke always looked friendly and warm.

"Sudden plan, Madam," Mykola replied to Elke's hospitality. "What Mr. Ignashevich ...."

"Come in" asked Elke before Mykola could continue his words. "You're not gonna believe this. Vlad, come down here and sit with me in the living room" Elke said with a big smile.

"That's very good news, ma'am. I'll see him now." Mykola turned to Willy who was standing slightly behind. He gestured for the blond man to follow him. With an expression that looked extremely nervous, Willy nodded in agreement.

"Who is this young man, Mykola?" asked Elke who was watching Willy for a moment.

"He's Willy. My friend from Hamburg," Mykola replied lightly.

"Oh, okay. I'll prepare lunch first. If you want to see Vlad, go straight to his room. I guess, for now she's already starting to 'improve'." Elke laughed softly at his words, after blurting out the word 'improve'.

"Yes, Madam. Excuse me first." Mykola nodded politely. And Willy too. The two walked up the stairs until they reached the second floor.

"Why did she call you Mykola, not Robert?" ask Willy wonder.

"Because my name is indeed Mykola," replied the handsome man who had removed the sunglasses before he entered the house. Mykola just put the object supporting his appearance into the outer pocket of the blazer, before knocking on Vlad's room door.

"So, you used a fake identity to trick my mother?" willy's protest doesn't like it.

"Forced. Actually I feel unbearable," Mykola said without being affected at all by Willy's look riled up.

"God. You are also a fraud. Then, who are we going to meet now, sir?" ask Willy again. "I hope it's not the mafia who used to trade humans."

Mykola did not respond. He waited until the door opened, and revealed the beautiful face of Altea behind it.