Since I Found You
Little Information

Vlad stopped his steps. He paused the intention of going back to the room. The handsome man preferred to approach Altea's room. The sound of guitar passages and soft songs, has attracted the attention of the owner of the blonde hair.

Without excuse, Vlad opened Altea's room door wide. He found the girl playing the guitar. A musical instrument he had not seen for a long time, let alone played. Vlad can clearly remember that the guitar was a birthday gift from his mother, when he was fourteen years old. Vlad, who was just a teenager, did have an interest in art.

“Where did you get that thing?” ask Vlad ketus.

Altea. He almost threw the instrument he was playing. Luckily, the young woman soon mastered herself well. “A-I found it in the warehouse, sir. Earlier, Mrs Elke told me to clean the attic and the shed in the basement. I accidentally found this on the corner shelf,” obviously hesitated

“Who allowed you to take it from there?” vlad asked again still in an unchanging tone.

“Nothing," answered Altea plainly, "i guess, it's been unused. I asked Mrs Elke. He allowed me to bring this guitar to the room,” obviously the young lady again. He returned Vlad's sharp look with a calm look. “Do you want to take this thing back?” Altea stood up from his seat. He offered the instrument to Vlad.

However, Vlad even threw his face away while clucking annoyed. “Do not bring any dirty things to me,” reject it as it passes. He left the door of Altea's room wide open.

Altea was astonished by Vlad's attitude. The man was like he was having an inner fight within himself. Vlad spoke quite kindly. However, this time he returned again to his usual attitude that Altea saw.

"Basic strange man. Is it possible because he hasn't interacted with humans for too long?" altea thought as he muttered softly. “Ah, stop. The more thoughtful, his attitude even more depressed,” grumbled the beautiful young woman, before returning to humming and playing the guitar he just got from the warehouse.

Without Altea knowing, Vlad listened to his melodious voice from the room. The guitar strings that Altea played plus the melodious humming that flowed from the young lady's lips, had created a very beautiful harmony . Vlad had to admit, he felt quite amused by the singing chanted by the woman who became his nurse.

However, this did not last long. He recalled his initial goal of contacting Mykola. Vlad again grabbed the mobile phone that was lying just like that on the bed. He immediately picked the number of the assistant trust, who was in the city of Hamburg. It didn't take long until the call was connected.

“Halo,” greet the voice of baritone Mykola from across there .

“Mykola. I want you to quickly find out about Altea Miller's background. I wait right now,” Vlad's word without making small talk first.

“What else, Sir? Did he go back to doing something that made you feel uncomfortable?” ask Mykola carefully.

“No. That's not. I just want to make sure the background of everyone who enters my house,” Vlad replied firmly and with dignity.

Mykola was silent for a moment, before responding to the employer's remark. “Alright, Sir. I will find information about Miss Altea Miller as soon as possible,” Mykola said. "I'll send it later after all the information is complete" said the Russian-Ukrainian blasterman.

"good. I'll wait" Vlad replied, before ending the phone call. He threw his phone back on the bed. Vlad then fell silent. The man changed position again. He chose to sit in his favorite wheelchair, staring out the window. Sayup-sayup, the singing voice of Altea again sounded. A simple entertainment that made Vlad feel comfortable in his musings.

However, while Vlad was enjoying the shahdu, Altea's voice suddenly disappeared. Until a while, Vlad did not hear the melodious chant again. Curiosity suddenly ambushed him. The owner of the blue eyes, decided to move the wheelchair out of the room. He headed towards Altea's room with the door still open.

"I'll never come back before you cancel that stupid plan!" said Altea who was captured by Vlad's hearing. Apparently, Altea was talking to her father.

"Why should I be stuck with something that's none of my business?" Altea was heard protesting again.

"I don't care! I deserve to live my life as I wish! Please. Don't involve me or try to find me, Dad. Enough's enough! I'm sick of it!" Altea sounded so upset.

Vlad, who was curious, reappeared his wheelchair until he got closer to the room of the woman who became his nurse. Furtively, he looked at Altea who was standing, then paced near the bed. A moment later, the owner of the brown hair threw his phone on the bed.

"Damn it! A really shitty life!" gerutu Altea's. He continued to curse with languages that not all of Vlad understood.

Vlad kept watching the young woman's every move. Nothing was missed in the slightest, even when Altea was again sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks riled up. Every now and then, the brown-eyed lady flicked her long hair back.

I don't know what put Altea in the situation, which seemed to make the woman very uneasy. She even covered her beautiful face using both palms. Who would have thought, a woman with a character like Altea, can shed tears and look helpless. She cried. Although it only sobbed slowly, but Altea looked very depressed.

Vlad, who felt uncomfortable watching this, immediately turned his wheelchair back to his room. There, the handsome man looked back. "What happened to you?" Vlad floated his gaze out the window, at the ripples of clear lake water with grass dances along its banks.

Vlad's reverie is deepening. However, he must immediately return to reality, when the sound of a cellphone ringing sounds even though it is not so loud. Vlad immediately grabbed his mobile phone. Mykola's name appeared there, giving a hope that all questions would be answered about Altea's identity.

"Master," said Mykola.

"How's it?" As usual, Vlad didn't make small talk first.

"There's not much information I've got about Miss Miller. One thing is for sure, he lives on the streets, but still has a father and a house in the center of Hamburg" Mykola reported.

"That's all?" ask Vlad to make sure.

"I'm having trouble finding out about Miss Miller. I also got that information accidentally, from someone who claimed to be his close friend,” Mykola replied.

“Friends close? So that weird girl has a close friend?” Vlad lowered his tone, just in case he was not heard by Altea who might have suddenly entered there.

"Yes, sir. A man of the same age as Miss Miller. I even had to spend extra energy just to get that little information" Mykola complained.