Since I Found You
On the Bridge

Mykola stepped out of the room. He went down the stairs with his head down. While his fingers clasped the expensive watch, which had already returned to his hands. The handsome assistant, thinking about how to convey to those who were waiting for Altea, that the young woman had already fled.

“How? Where's Miss Miller?” asked Elke who immediately welcomed Mykola's presence there. A person, whom he already considers to be a real child.

“Nona Miller is gone, Brothers,” Mykola replied. He directed his gaze at all those who were there in turn. Mykola frowned, then exhaled deeply. He was inexhaustible with Altea's completely wild behavior.

“What does it mean to have gone?” asked Herbert with a difficult look.

“Go. He escaped by jumping from the window,” Mykola replied. "It's amazing." The man nodded slowly.

“Gosh.” Elke covered her mouth with both palms. He did not believe that women as sweet as Altea, could do such extreme things. “What if he is injured or has a serious injury. Her leg .... gosh.” Elke shook her head. He also nodded slowly.

A different expression was shown by Willy. The young man laughed and clapped his hands. "That's my cousin" the two-four-year-old said. Willy was no longer surprised by Altea's wild behavior.

Temporary. Vlad just squinted his eyes. Secretly, he glanced at Herbert who showed an unflinching look on his face. The middle-aged man looked nervous mixed in fear. Anxiety, evident in him.

“I'll find Altea. I have to find him, or ...” Herbert immediately shut his mouth. He just realized that he had been free to talk. Herbert also looked wrong. Because he felt that he could not stand the discomfort, the man immediately greeted Elke. He bade in haste. “Come, Willy. Don't you want to come home with me?” take Herbert half-pushy.

“No, Uncle,” reject Willy. “I still have business with this master. About the work issue,” Willy's pretext while pointing to Mykola.

Herbert turned to his nephew for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, then. I go home first,” pamitnya. Men with such a large height posture, immediately reverse the body. He passed by with quick steps.

“What is this really? Why am I so confused?” Elke pinched a forehead that felt pulsating. The days that usually went peaceful and silent, became a little dizzying for the middle-aged woman. “Yes, God. My migraines recur again,” he lamented.

“Don't think too much, Mom. Mykola and I will handle any business related to Miss Miller. You can rest or do something fun. Let's just say nothing happened,” advises Vlad gently. The cold and taut attitude he used to show, slowly began to change. Vlad's life passion seemed to have returned, after he saw the other side of Altea who had already reminded himself of someone from the past.

“Good. Then I'll just bake a cake. I'll serve you later for your afternoon snack,” break up Elke in the end. He's headed for the kitchen.

After his mother was out of sight, Vlad turned his attention to Mykola. “Do you have any office work piled up today?” ask the assistant trust.

“Actually yes, Sir. However, I can finish everything tomorrow, if you need my help now,” Mykola replied politely.

“Hm.” Vlad thought for a moment. “Then get someone to investigate Herbert Miller and whatever he's been doing for the past few weeks. The man looks suspicious,” thought. “While, I will look for Miss Miller,” continued Vlad who immediately made Mykola was wide in disbelief.

“What? You'll be looking for Miss Altea Miller, Mister?” reset Mykola.

“Ya,” sahut Vlad. His tone sounded so sure. With the help of a stick, he walked to the other side of the living room, then opened a fairly large wooden sideboard. Vlad pulled out an expensive prosthetic leg made of special carbon fiber.

The handsome man paid no heed to the two men looking at him. He walked quietly towards the sofa, then sat there. Vlad folded his pants up to his knees, then put on the prosthetic leg earlier. After that, he returned the position of his pants as before. Vlad also took off the hoodie jacket he was wearing, leaving only a torn white T-shirt on his left chest. The blond man seemed to be showing off his body shape, which looks perfect behind the T-shirt press body earlier.

Afterwards, Vlad asked for his phone to be left to Mykola, as the assistant helped him down the stairs. For a moment, Vlad noticed the screen of the phone lit up. He then stood gallantly before Willy who looked so amazed. Vlad's tall body posture was at once much more dashing than his, making Willy stare without blinking. The young man with the middle split hairstyle had felt his arms, chest, and stomach flat. “I didn't think that you turned out to be this cool,” Willy said with round eyes.

“Do not behave like that. You make me angry,” reprimand Vlad. “I am a normal guy and not interested in men,” he added that made Mykola laugh, although not too wide.

“Ti-no. That's not what I meant, sir. I just want to praise you. That'sthat's all. Anyway, I'm also a normal guy and already have a girlfriend,” elak Willy.

“Of course not. He's just a neighbor. After all, the woman already has a husband ..” Willy did not continue his words. The twenty-four-year-old man scratched his non-itchy head.

“Already. Now, you better come with me,” take Vlad.

“Ke-where, Mister?” ask Willy stammering.

“Certainly looking for your cousin!” vlad grumbled as he walked towards the front door that was already wide open.

“Are you sure, Mister?” ask Mykola. He still couldn't believe Vlad's drastic changes.

In the past, the boss was never willing to touch an expensive prosthetic leg designed specifically for him. In fact, the fake foot is made by a German manufacturer that has been worldwide. In addition, the design was adapted to the personality of an active Vlad. However, it turned out, Vlad became a very passive person

“Fake feet are a curse. He became the proof that confirms my disability!”

Those words have always ringed in Mykola's ears to this day. Trouble, he convinces the employer to be willing to return to his normal life. Unfortunately, Vlad refused.

However, this time Vlad seemed to have forgotten his statement. The blue-eyed handsome man again showed his stoutness, as he walked across the courtyard towards the garage that was located apart from the building of the house. The garage was even larger than the house that Vlad had occupied all this time.

“Hei, Bonny! Come here!” vlad from a distance.

“My name is Willy, Mister!” reply to Altean's cousin referred to by Vlad. He approached the man who called out to him in a hurry..

“Whatever your name is, come quickly. Follow me to explore this region!” take Vlad who seems to not accept rejection.

“Then, I will also start moving, Sir,” break up Mykola. The dark-haired handsome man then entered his luxurious car. He drove the vehicle. Slowly, the car Mykola was driving left the residential area where Vlad lived.

Meanwhile, Vlad immediately opened the garage door wide. It appears in the building some antique cars from German manufacturers and some other European countries. The sight that made Willy had to widen his eyes again while swallowing saliva. The twenty-four-year-old man, hurried to follow Vlad.

“Wah, this is really cool. I Didn't expect if you .. Who are you exactly, Mr?” ask Willy who still shows his admiration for the Russian man earlier.

However, Vlad paid no heed to the question of the blond young man. He was busy opening a vault, where there were several car keys. Vlad took one, then closed the vault back. Afterwards, he stepped near a black pick up car. Vlad immediately walked in and sat behind the wheel. He drove the vehicle out of the garage.

“Hey, quickly close the door!” vlad exclaimed as he poked his head through the car window.

Willy, who looked nervous, rushed to do as Vlad commanded. After closing the garage door tightly, Altea's cousin half ran to the pick-up car that was waiting for him. Willy entered, then sat quietly next to Vlad. “Where will we look for it, Mister?” ask Willy while holding on to the hand grip. He looked very tense, as Vlad was running that pick up car recklessly. “Gosh, you and the master who were both crazy drivers,” said Willy.

But Vlad did not respond. He continued to drive his vehicle down a very beautiful country lane. A sight that made Willy forget his tension. “Where are we going to find Altea? My cousin is used to living on the streets. You don't have to worry,” Willy said with a shaken body. “Master, aren't you afraid of being ticketed for driving this way?”

“No one will dare to judge me here,” Vlad said. Every now and then, he looked to the side. Vlad then pulled his vehicle over. He checked the phone for a while, before putting the advanced communication device back into the glove box. A moment later, the pick-up car drove back. This time, not too hard.

After a few meters, Vlad stopped his vehicle. He took off his seat belt. The man got out of the car and walked to the lake. From a distance not too far away, Vlad could see a beautiful figure standing on a wooden bridge that jutted into the middle. The Russian man continued his steps down the wooden bridge. Meanwhile, Willy who had come down, just watched from near the car.

“So, just getting here you can escape?” vlad's question immediately made Altea surprised and immediately turned to him.