Since I Found You
Buste Houder

Altea was worried, between following his father's car or doing Vlad's orders to take a prosthetic leg and all the necessities, which the man would use during his time in the hospital.

Finally, the young woman decided to bring Vlad's car into the yard. After getting off the vehicle and about to enter the terrace, Altea was silent for a moment. He seemed to think hard, then paced around while playing his mobile phone.

Altea's mind felt so chaotic. Moreover, when he saw that Willy was easily following Herbert. The twenty-four-year-old man, too, is easily affected if he already sees money as a lure. It is not impossible, his cousin will divulge his existence to the father.

"Willy fuck! Just be careful if you dare to tell me where I am here," Altea growled while typing something on the phone screen. Altea sent a message that she immediately sent to Willy's number.

Altea kept a close eye on the conversation balloon that Willy had clearly read. However, the young man did not reply. Five minutes later, Willy gave no answer. Feeling impatient, Altea again sent a message to his cousin.

What did you say to my father, my mother's son! Say it!

A few moments passed. Willy, again read the message without replying. That made Altea even more upset. He was about to escape from Sieseby if he could not remember Vlad waiting for him in the hospital.

"Aah!" altea exclaimed as she ruffled her beautiful brown hair. Altea is more afraid of Vlad's anger than Willy is of his existence to his father.

"I don't care! Stupid time!" his gerrick. Altea tried to brush off Herbert's impending shadow, then dragged it to a man named Dietmar Kreuk.

"At least, I did the first task Mr. Ignashevich gave me." Altea steadied the heart. He rushed up the stairs to the second floor. After that, Altea opened the door of Vlad's room using a manual key.

The brown-eyed woman was silent for a moment, while remembering what the order from the employer was. "Shirts, pants and ... " The young woman seemed hesitant when she opened the wardrobe made of special wood and filled with carvings. "Oh, how's this?" Altea's face flushed red, while picking up a few strands of underwear at Vlad's request.

Altea then picked up a medium-sized tote bag, behind a small door that connected Vlad's room with a simple walk in closet. He unzipped the zipper of the cloth bag, then put in all the equipment Vlad needed.

Until the moment Altea had to put something in, it made the young woman instantly fixated. Altea looked at it for a moment. Doubtful, he undressed Vlad's folded underwear roll up, until the piece is clearly visible. The owner of the brown hair held both sides of the triangle-shaped object earlier, then laughed crisply. "God. I can't imagine," she said amusedly.

Altea moved the thing he was holding. He laughed again at his strange behavior. "God! What the hell am I doing?" Altea realized that he was wasting his time. In a hurry, he folded the underwear earlier and stuffed it into the bag.

When Altea was about to close the zipper of the maroon-colored bag earlier, his gaze suddenly fixed on something inside the pocket within the bag. There is a photograph that only visible at the end. Curious, Altea immediately pulled the photo out of his pocket.

"Who is this? It's so pretty." Altea squinted her eyes. He brought the picture to his face. It is clearly a portrait of a young woman, with an estimated age range similar to her. The woman had gray eyes, and had thick brown hair. Beautiful well maintained too.

Altea improved the photo. He read the writing there. "Miabella Conchetta de Luca." Altea paused for a moment, until her phone rang. Vlad's name is clearly on the screen. Without lingering, he received the call. "Master?"

"How long! You're not gonna run away again, are you? Just be careful if you dare to mess around!" vlad ketus.

"Yes, geez. I've just finished packing, sir. Stay with your fake legs," Altea replied slowly.

"Yes, yeah. I understand," said Altea. He returned the photo of the beautiful woman to the pocket in the bag. With a careful step, Altea tipped the thing down the stairs.

Altea recalled Vlad's message, that the man's prosthetic leg was tucked away at the bottom of the living room sideboard. Doubtful, he opened the sideboard with two door leaves. The young lady exhaled a rough breath, upon seeing that there were many prosthetic legs inside.

After paying attention and weighing, Altea dropped the option on a prosthetic leg with a black support. According to him, the foot will definitely look suitable for the handsome Vlad.

"good. It's all complete." Altea spoke to himself, before stepping out of the house and locking the door tightly. Just as he was about to start the car engine, a message went into his phone. Altea snorted annoyedly, when reading the name of the sender of the message.

I didn't say anything to Uncle Herbert. I swear! He just drove me home, because my mom was waiting.

An answer that Altea had been waiting for from Willy.

This time, he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Altea no longer thought. That way, he can focus on his work.

Two hours drive from Altea to Hamburg. Tiredness is ignored, for the sake of completing the task he carries. Altea's entire body felt sticky and sultry. But he doesn't care. The mission must be completed, which is to hand the bag to the employer.

"You haven't forgotten anything, have you?" vlad asked with an intimidating look.

"You can check it, sir. If anyone is left behind, I am willing to return to Sieseby, "Atea answered confidently, while thrusting a bag and a fake leg to Vlad.

"Let me check." Vlad opened the bag. Check Altea's luggage carefully. "good. It's complete" he said.

"Then, what about you? Didn't you bring a change of clothes?" Vlad knitted his brows, watching Altea from head to toe.

"Everything is here, sir." Altea lifted the backpack that had been slung on his shoulder. "May I take a bath here?" doors later.

Vlad did not answer. He had a glance at the mother who was sound asleep due to the influence of drugs. "Yes, already. You go first" he replied.

"Thank you, Mister. I'll take a quick shower." Altea nodded, then rushed to the bathroom that was inside the spacious inpatient room. Unfortunately, Altea forgot to bring a towel. He had nothing to dry his body. By force, the girl let her body stay wet, and immediately changed into a white T-Shirt.

However, Altea had forgotten that his t-shirt was made of a thin material. The fabric is easily wet if exposed to a little water. He was unaware, as Vlad looked fixedly at him. Altea was busy combing wet hair with her fingertips. "I'm done, sir. Are you going to take a shower too? Do you need any help?" tawar Altea plain.

Vlad responded to the girl's offer with a strange highlight. How not? The black bra that Altea was wearing, was clearly visible in a bright white T-shirt.