Since I Found You
A Letter

Altea had no choice but to follow Mykola's steps. Same with Willy. He also tailed his barbarian cousin with a shrewd pace. Twice getting a hard blow from a woman, has been enough to make her whole body and self-esteem more than just sick.

Altea went down the steps nervously. The feeling of uneasiness grew even greater, especially when he saw the figure of the father who was large height with a face decorated by a beard and a bushy mustache. The man was standing next to Elke who looked enthusiastic inviting him to chat. Herbert, always reminded Altea of the visual lightning god of the Viking people's belief, Thor. However, the nature and attitude of the father is far different from the description of the character of the god.

“My boy!” Herbert smiled broadly as he spread out his hands. “I'm looking for you everywhere" said the man.

Altea smiled wryly looking at the hospitality and full attitude shown by Herbert. He was convinced that his father was pretending. Herbert is very good at theatrics. He seemed very flexible, while conversing with Elke, who was also accompanied by Vlad and Mykola. Different situation, if there is no one around the man. Herbert would turn into someone terrible and full of anger.

“So, is Miss Altea Miller really your daughter?” ask Vlad full of search.

“Ya, right. She's my daughter! I even carried her birth card everywhere, to serve as proof that she was really my biological daughter,” Herbert replied. He took something out of his slightly claustrophobic pants pocket. The middle-aged man took out a piece of paper. He showed the paper to Vlad and Mykola.

Vlad nodded slowly while reading the paper he was still holding. He looked at Altea. The young lady already looked pale from anxiety. “Mr Herbert is indeed your father, Miss Miller,” he said while sharing a cynical smile.

Altea responded with a crisp laugh that sounded stiff. After that, he turned his gaze in all directions, as long as he did not look at the father. The young woman may not be afraid of anything. Except one that always makes his knees always tremble, namely Herbert.

“Go home, Altea. I miss you so much,” pinta Herbert while walking closer to the princess.

“Ah, I did not expect this to happen at all, Miss Miller. Mykola said that he took you from the foundation. However, why did Sir Herbert suddenly come here and look for your whereabouts ? Didn't you say goodbye to him first?” ask Elke.

“She goes wherever she pleases, Mistress. As a father, I was very worried about my daughter's condition,” Herbert said, greeted with a cynical laugh from Altea. The laughter was so slow that only Vlad could hear it. It just so happened that he was also standing not far away from the young lady.

“Jeez, Mr. Miller. I'm also a mother. I can feel your worries,” replied Elke with a look of pity. “If you really want to take her home, then I won't mind either. Anyway, I'm used to both being with Vlad in this house.”

“I don't want to!” reject Altea. He shook his head tightly. “I want to stay here, even if not paid though, rather than having to stay with him!” altea's pointy finger points to Herbert. “I don't want to live in hell!” he added that made everyone in the room surprised.

“Omong empty what are you talking about, son? I painstakingly searched for you to and fro,” rebuked Herbert with a soft and calm tone of speech. He looks so patient.

“You've always been like this, Dad. Be kind and gentle. However, when there is no one, you beat me like a sansak,” said Altea, who again surprised everyone.

“I don't understand at all. What are you talking about, Altea? Please don't embarrass your father. Come on, let's go home. You're Willy too. Your mother has contacted me many times to tell you to come home soon,” take Herbert. His attention turned to the nephew.

“I want to be here! You can't force me! I'm an adult and have the right to decide whatever I want!” Altea insisted on refusing the father's invitation.

“Don't you feel sorry for me, son? Your father is sick. You're the one who's been used to taking care of me all this time. Why are you so brave?” Herbert's face looked clear.

“You ...” Altea only said one word, then fell silent. However, Vlad was able to clearly capture the full highlight of the disappointment of the girl. “Good. I was not expected here anymore. I'll go,” break it later.

“Thank you, Mrs Elke. Only you sincerely accept me in this house,” Altea said as she presented herself to Vlad's mother before she climbed the stairs. He's going to his room.

“I'll pack.” Altea forced a smile, while looking at everything in the living room.

Altea's gaze then stopped on Mykola. “I hope you don't sue me again for what happened a few days ago for your loss. After all, it was you yourself who told me to leave here,”.

Finished saying so, Altea turned around and half ran up the stairs. Vlad and Mykola looked at each other. They seem to be discussing indirectly.

“What events?” ask Elke. The middle-aged woman became the most confused among the four men there.

“Already, Mom. I'll tell you later,” Vlad said. His blue eyes briefly glanced at Herbert who looked uneasy and uneasy.

“Do you guys not feel that my daughter is packing for too long?” thought Herbert a moment later.

“Are women not generally like that, Mister?” mykola said while smiling knot.

“Not with Altea, Sir. My cousin is an exception. He may have a body of a girl, but his soul is a slovenly man, ” Willy said.

Suddenly, Vlad gave a lip to hold back his laughter so as not to escape. Inwardly he also confirmed that Altea seemed to be spending too long just to pack. Moreover, he did not carry much stuff.

“I'll check soon," said Mykola. He could understand very well what his master was thinking. Mykola nodded at Vlad before catching up with Altea upstairs.

“Nona Miller?” call Mykola when he has arrived in front of Altea's room, with the door slightly open. Careful, Mykola pushed the door open wider. “Gosh.” Mykola complained softly. The room is empty. Altea's stuff wasn't there either. There was only an old guitar leaning against the corner of the wall with the windows of the room wide open. It was obvious that someone had prying the window trellis until it came off.

Mykola looked out. He found that some of the straw cliffs under the window had shifted from their place. Mykola guessed that Altea jumped from the inside, then used the light precariousness as a foothold.

Mykola took out half of the body, looking around. However, he was unable to capture the figure of Altea anywhere. “Damn it!” gerutu while clenching hands, then smacked into the frame. He was about to turn around and report the bad news to Vlad. However, the tail of his eyes caught a piece of paper on the table. The paper contained handwriting that allegedly belonged to Altea. Mykola then began to read it carefully.

Sorry, Mister. You agreed that I could get out of this house. But that doesn't mean I'm going home with my dad. You didn't know how bad he was, so I decided to get away from you all. Oh, ja. I also want to return your watch. I haven't sold it yet. Try to open the number one desk drawer.

Mykola exhaled slowly, then opened the desk drawer as directed by Altea. At that place, he found his expensive watch in the exact same condition before it was stolen by Altea some time ago.