Candela

Candela was shaken awake abruptly by the loud knocks coming from her room door. Still sleepy, she stood up and just covered herself with her cloak she used last night.

“Why you took so long?” Candela can’t able to speak immediately when she saw Primo, standing outside while his hands were in his pockets. The child was waiting for Candela, wanted to invite her for a breakfast.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Candela makes him amaze by their first meeting. Feeling the strange comfortableness towards their new maid. Maybe he was amazed by how Candela kneeled in front of him last night. No one did that before even he was the Lord’s son.

“Can you eat with me for breakfast Candelita?” the child asked but no words came from Candela’s mouth. Still surprised by how the young lord acted. Being nice to a stranger like her is not the right thing to do. But the child never knows her true identity, her true motives.

“Are you going to stare at me all day?” Candela shook her head, bringing back her senses in a proper way.

“But my Lord, I think eating your breakfast with me is not a favorable idea. I might get fired so please understand me if I will say no to your invitation,” she said but Primo harshly shook his head.

“Who told you that I’m inviting you?” Primo asked making Candela think twice. The thought of Primo playing with her around is the first thing that came up to her mind.

She encountered different children before with different personalities and Primo’s personality is one of those. A little child who only knows how to play around. Teasing you until you get annoyed.

“As your lord, I’m now ordering you to change your clothes and eat with me this morning. Besides, I already told Mom that I wanted you to be my maid.”

“And they agreed?” Candela asked with excitement.

“Of course they will, I am their son. The most adorable son they have.” Primo winked at her making Candela giggled at her thoughts.

She must admit, having Primo around lightens up her mind even if they’ve just met last night. There’s something on Primo that making her soft, bringing back her innocence suddenly. But still, that couldn’t replace her hatred towards the father of the child.

The traitor, Lord Magnus.

“Clock is ticking Candelita, I don’t want to wait for more.” Candela shut the door immediately, speedily changing her clothes.

She uniformed herself with the uniform that hugging her body tightly. Revealing her curves she got because of her self-training. Training meant for the Crimson meant for an innocent child outside.

“I’m done, my Lord.” Primo, even was still a child, can’t help but to fascinated by the crimson-haired lady in front of him. Even Candela was wearing a simple uniform and not an elegant one, she still manages to shine. Shine like precious diamonds hidden under the deepest part of the soil.

“I hope my rude brother wouldn’t see you because if that’s happened, you’re going to be dead.” Candela bit widened by the comment she got from the young Crimson. As if those words were meant to threaten her.

“Why? Is he that ruthless to the point that can kill an innocent one like me?” Candela asked making Primo stopped from the middle of the hallway.

“Ruthless beast is not enough to describe him Candelita, he’s a devil when it comes to a woman like you.” Tracing Candela from head to foot, Primo shook his head making Candela get curious about the said brother of young Crimson.

She knew that there’s another Crimson heir but she wasn’t expecting that Primo will give a nasty description about his brother. Probably he doesn’t like his brother so he defining him in not so good one. Well, what can be expected of a Crimson?

They headed on a long hallway once more until they entered a spacious room where only a long table is placed on its heart. The enormous window giving dazing light to the whole room, with its curtains folded on both sides. Indeed, Candela was in a castle. A castle that she and her parents should have owned.

Several palatable foods are placed under its top making Candela feast on it. She couldn’t help but fix her eyes on those foods, wanting to eat all of that.

“Have a seat Candelita,” Primo commanded that made Candela look at her surrounding. There were lots of guards and maids eyeing her as if they were all waiting for Candela to take her seat according to what their young lord says.

“Don’t mind them, they will leave you unharmed since they have nothing to deal with my invitation,” Primo stated.

“I thought you’re not inviting me?” Candela inquired when she took her seat beside the young lord.

“Well, not totally an invitation, maybe a half of it meant for inviting you while the other half was meant to order you.” Candela let out a smooth chuckle as she heard Primo’s alibis. Even still a little child, Primo knows how to protect his ego.

Candela was expecting that they would eat surrounded by silence but she got it wrong as the young lord continue to talk to her. Giggling and sometimes mocking her but never bothered to pay attention to that since she knows that the child was having fun with her. After they eat their breakfast, they headed to a balcony where Primo used to play the piano.

Primo invited Candela to play piano for him but the woman refused as for Candela, playing piano making her remember her beloved parents. She and her father are fun playing piano together while her mother would serve them hot pies and cups of warm cocoa. That’s her favorite pastime before playing outside their mansion.

“Hey, are you still listening?” Primo asked. Candela shrugged her head trying to come back from her reminiscing.

“I am my Lord,” she answered. Her hands were crossed around her front while standing beside Primo.

“Don’t you like a piano?”

Candela shook her head before letting out a bitter smile. “I like piano my Lord but there’s something on my past that makes me feel bad whenever melodies are around.”

“Don’t you mind if I asked what is it?”

“My parents,” Candela answered directly, without any hesitation.

“Do you missed them?” the child asked again making Candela nodded.

“Then let’s go, we’re gonna visit them.” Again, Candela’s lips formed a bitter smile.

“How I wish that whenever I stepped out from your castle my Lord, I would see them. But that thing is impossible as my parents were already dead.”