Since I Found You
Angel From Heaven's

Elke escorted Altea to the room that the young lady was going to occupy. It was close to Vlad's room. Altea did not have to take up to ten steps, to be able to reach into the private room of the man he would care for.

“May you be at home here, Miss Miller,” Elke said after showing the room with a size not too wide.

“Sure, Mistress. I'll try my best to take care of your son,” Altea replied.

“I hope so ...” Elke paused his words. He stared at Altea for a moment. Look at the young woman from head to toe. Elke's attention was glued to the crop top that Altea was wearing. “Did you bring a lot of clothes when you came here, Miss Miller?” tanyanya after being silent.

“Not too many. I only brought some. However, I can go home first to bring more clothes if ..”

“Do you mind if I give you the clothes I prepared for you?” ask Elke carefully.

Altea did not answer immediately. The young lady thought as she looked at Vlad's mother. Altea was considering the offer. “Is it like a uniform for a baby sitter?” ask the owner of the brown hair.

“Um ... yes, take it for granted,” replied Elke doubtfully. He was not sure if Altea was willing, especially after he saw the expression of the young woman who looked objectionable. “Ah, forget. I'm just making you an offer. You don't have to agree. However, I will still give you the clothes I prepared. You don't have to wear it if you feel uncomfortable.” Elke smiled gently. He then came out of the room. Leaving Altea alone.

After Elke's death, Altea immediately put down the small backpack she had brought since. The bag contained several pieces of clothing that he always carried everywhere. Anywhere? Yep.

Altea has no place to live. However, he chose to live on the streets and sleep wherever he wanted.

Altea has many friends. He used to stay at anyone's house, who was willing to accommodate himself for a night or two. Such was the custom of the twenty-three year old girl. If Altea is currently getting rooms that are not as comfortable as five-star hotels, then for him it is already a paradise. At least, the young lady had her own bed.

“Ah, very comfortable,” said Altea while plucking his body into the mattress. He looked at the ceiling with a simple chandelier. “What should I do when caring for that disabled man?” muttered. Altea exhaled a rough breath, before she heard a voice that came out of nowhere.

Altea immediately got up. He looked at every corner of the room. The young woman's gaze was finally locked onto an object on top of a wooden buffet that was not far from the bed. It looks like a radio caller. There, the red color continues to light up.

With an expression filled with doubt, Altea got up from the small bed earlier. He walked over to the wooden buffet. The caller's radio is still on. He then pressed a button to receive the incoming call.

“Slow once.” A man's voice sounded there.

“Who is this?” tanya Altea hesitated.

“Your neighbor, Miss,” replied the voice owner.

“Mr Ignashevich?” Altea moved his eyeball irregularly.

“Who do you think? Angels from heaven?” vlad sindir who instantly made Altea laugh crisply. “What's funny?” ask the man cynically.

“Of course you are, sir,” answered Altea plainly. “Do you need anything?” ask Altea.

“Should you ask?” Vlad asked back.

“Good.” Altea put the caller radio just like that on the buffet. He rushed out of the room. With quick steps, the young lady walked towards Vlad's room.

Upon arriving at the door, Altea directly knocked at him slowly. Without waiting for an answer from the inside, the owner of the brown eyes went in there.

In the room, Altea found Vlad sitting by the window. As usual, the man looked out. On a beautiful stretch of lake not far from his residence.

Altea stepped slowly to the close Vlad was. “Master,” say slowly.

Curious, Altea tried to follow the direction of the handsome man next to her. However, he did not find anything strange, other than a bunch of water moving due to the gust of wind. Altea then turned his attention to Vlad. “Are you hungry, Mister?” tanyakanya.

“No,” replied Vlad briefly.

“Do you want a snack?” ask Altea again.

“What's the difference with the first question?” Vlad responded without turning his head in the slightest, to the beautiful woman with the slightly disheveled hair.

“Nothing,” replied Altea lightly. He glanced back at the blond-haired man who was still glaring out the window. Altea did not know what to say. The character of the man is not like his friends who talk a lot and fun. “Gosh. What's wrong with this guy?” the young woman muttered in her heart.

Silence begins to reign. Vlad dissolved in his own thoughts. Altea was busy thinking of ways to be comfortable there. An idea suddenly sparked in the mind of the owner of the 170 cm posture. Altea smiled to himself. He looked back at Vlad. Since then, the man's position has not changed at all. Something that looks very boring.

“Do you have an invisible friend, Mister?” A very silly question suddenly came from the lips of the twenty-three-year-old woman.

Vlad, who had been looking out, immediately turned his attention. He stared strangely at Altea. “You mean?” The blue-eyed handsome man knitted his eyebrows in displeasure.

“Yes, a kind of ghost friend,” Altea replied. His words sounded more and more ridiculous. “In my opinion, you don't like the presence of humans,” Altea chirped lightly.

Vlad smiled a cynical smile when he heard the young lady's indistinct chatter. He looked back out the window. “I don't know where Mykola found you,” said the man coldly.

“What's the reason?” ask Altea.

“Look at your appearance.” Vlad turned his head for a moment to Altea, before looking back out. “Which foundation receives a bad woman like you,” she still sounds cynical.

Altea himself had no intention of responding to Vlad's words just now. He had no shadow at all to tell a lie. However, Altea also could not say that he accepted the job of caring for Vlad only to be free from the snares of the law. “Foundations that overshadow me do not require to look ...” Before Altea could finish her sentence, the sound of a knock on the door made the woman immediately speechless. “I'll open,” he said.

Altea walked towards the door. Then he opened it. Looked at Elke's friendly face with her warm smile. In the middle-aged woman's hands, there was a tray filled with food. “This is for dinner Vlad,” he said.

“You should have called me down and picked up this tray, Madam,” Altea replied unwell.

Elke responded by shaking slowly. “Did Vlad send you here?” he half whispered.

“Iya, Mistress. He called me on the caller radio,” Altea replied no less slowly.

“Did he tell you to do something?” ask again with a voice that is getting slower.

“Nothing, Mistress. He just told me to shut up and stand next to him. It's very confusing.” Altea's forehead wrinkled. He scratched his non-itchy head.

Meanwhile, Elke's countenance changed when she heard Altea's reply. He looked at the young lady with a meaningful look.

“This is a miracle, Miss Miller,” Elke said, leaving Altea wondering.

“What miracle?” ask the woman with the white crop top.

“Before, Vlad did not want anyone to guess even if only for a few seconds. Let alone calling to enter the room,” explained Elke while smiling faintly.

Altea only smiled after hearing that. He turned to Vlad who was still by the window. What Elke said sounded so sweet. However, seeing Vlad's attitude towards him, Altea felt unsure.