Since I Found You
Mr. Angry

Vlad cursed himself. He rarely wears prosthetic legs, so he is not used to using them. It made the movement and balance of his body become uncontrollable like before.

How shy Vlad was, when he almost fell down and had to be helped by Altea to stay upright. “Let go of me!” her voice to cover the shame. However, he soon regretted, because he had to vent anger over his situation on someone who was trying to help.

“Ma-sorry. Me ...” Vlad straightened his body, while trying to release the handrails of Altea, who was still in both arms.

“It's okay. I've been used to getting snaps and slaps. That's my daily food,” said Altea smiling bitterly. He left Vlad, who was still in his place.

A moment later, the blue-eyed beautiful man immediately took control of himself. He started to move towards the table that the waiter had provided. Vlad watched Altea, who was already sitting there first while reading the menu.

“What foods are suitable to eat in the evening like this?” think Altea slowly. “Ah, stop. All of this food looks delicious. Makes me confused.” The brown-haired young lady threw the menu book just like that onto the table.

“What do you want? The sandwich contains rotten cheese?” vlad Cibir laughed softly.

“Not funny, Sir. Your words always sound painful,” grumbled Altea. “I'll order the same meal with you only,” disconnects a few moments later.

“Suire to kaul.” Vlad breathed out slowly. He pointed at whatever menu he ordered, at the waiter by the table. A young man in a neat uniform, and always bowing politely to every order Vlad mentioned.

“Good, Sir. We will immediately prepare all your orders,” said the waiter, nodding and bowing. An attitude that felt too polite in the eyes of Altea. It piqued his curiosity instinct.

“Why is the waiter here, acting as if that you are the king?” asked Altea while linking the brows.

“Of course, because they know that I hired employees here,” Vlad replied lightly. His eyes stared straight at Altea.

“You paid him?” rehash Altea doesn't understand. “Jadi ... This restaurant is yours?” The brown-eyed beautiful woman's little lips opened wide in surprise.

“That's how,” sahut Vlad. He took out a glass of water that was already available on the table, then sipped it slowly.

“You? The owner of this luxurious and most famous restaurant?” Altea clucked in awe, “ta-but .. Your house looks very simple. You're like a village person in general,” thought Altea was still in disbelief.

“You think why Mykola called me Mister?” Vlad snorted in annoyance.

“I thought you were just two best friends. Mr. Mykola Vanko was too afraid of you, so he behaved respectfully and rigidly like that. Even though sometimes I ...." Altea fell silent again.

“Mykola is the only person I trust. He handled all business and company affairs during my time alone in Sieseby,” explained Vlad slowly. There was a trembling that emanated from his glaring gaze.

“Why did you choose to be alone? Is it just because of losing one leg?” ask Altea so lightly.

However, it only makes Vlad back provoked emotions. “Easy talking, Miss. I pray that you never lose a single bit of your limb,” infuriated Vlad. "You don't know what it's like to lose pride and self-worth. The feet are the body support. When I lost my support from my body, the balance within me was disturbed. My space has become very limited."

“That's not what I mean,” to Altea. He then fell silent to catch his breath, while stringing together words that sounded much more subtle. Altea was able to capture something from the way Vlad responded to his remark. The man became very sensitive because his physical condition was no longer perfect.

“Um, in my opinion ...” Altea scratched his non-itchy head. “For me, you don't look like someone with a disability at all. You just look so perfect. You're handsome, dashing, full of authority and. The proof, even if you're in a wheelchair, but Mr. Mykola looks so disinclined to you. That means, losing one leg, not making the charisma in you disappear. Just ...." Altea paused his words.

"What's free?" vlad asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Really, Sir. When I first saw you, I thought that you lacked nothing. To be honest, I've never seen a man as handsome as you." Altea again flattered Vlad all-out. The long haired woman cleared her throat quite loudly. He realized that he had talked a lot.

“Is that?” vlad asked as he turned his gaze back to Altea.

“Ma-sorry, don't snap at me again. I don't mean to be disrespectful, Mr.” Altea immediately calmed down the master, who she thought would vent her anger again.

"It turns out you're a master seducer apparently," Vlad said with a small smile at the corner of his lips.

"I've never seduced any man like that before" Altea replied innocently.

"Then, what do you mean you said all those bullshit words to me?"

"Of course so you don't get angry anymore" said Altea who immediately poked her lips.

Vlad smiled faintly again. “I'm too hungry, so I don't have the strength to scold you, ” said the man, along with some waiters carrying food trolleys. On top of the trolley earlier, there were several menus of orders of the handsome man. The servants arranged all the dishes in front of Vlad as well as Altea.

“Genieessen Sie die Vorspeise (happy appetizer), Sir and Miss,” said some of the waiters before passing.

“Eat,” tell Vlad while lifting his chin, as a signal for Altea to take a neatly arranged spoon and fork next to his plate.

“Use cutlery from the outermost order,” Vlad said. His tone that time was not too sniffy as usual.

Altea. He grabbed a spoon and fork, then began eating a typical German appetizer, namely Bayrischer Kartoffelsalat (Bavarian Potato Salad). “This is so good!” he shouted while closing his eyes tightly. The young woman smacked her hands that were grasping the cutlery onto the table. All his life, Altea had never tasted such wise food as he was eating.

“I told you to keep your attitude. You can wear simple and perfunctory clothes, but as much as possible do not show such an attitude and uncontrollable. Show that you are a classy woman,” warns Vlad, like a teacher who is educating his students.

Instantly, Altea fell silent. Herbert Miller's daughter lowered both hands under the table. Meanwhile, his gaze seemed to be clear. He did it as a sign that he felt guilty. "Sorry, Sir. I'm not used to it yet. I live too often on the streets without rules." Altea smiled awkwardly.

"Get used to it, if you still want to be my nurse. Don't be so disgusting" Vlad scolded again.

"Yes, Sir. I will correct my attitude" Altea said. Slowly, he raised his right hand, then scooped one mouthful. However, just now the calm was felt at the dining table, Altea back to act. He moves like a hot worm.

Vlad who was feeling disturbed, looked strangely at Altea. "Why again?" the question is not thought out.

"I want to pee," Altea replied half in a whisper.

"Gosh my god." Vlad was upset. However, he still pointed out where the toilet was heading to the young woman.

Without lingering, Altea immediately departed from before Vlad. The young lady walked in a hurry, even half-running. He couldn't stand going to the bathroom.

However, when he was about to pass through the door that connected the room with the hallway to the toilet, Altea accidentally hit a man.

"Hey!" protest the man who had the same posture as Vlad. The brown-haired man was busy with his phone. He looked up, then stared intently at Altea.