Money Or Honey
Episode 59: Arriving in Germany

Sensing his body hovering above the clouds, when an iron object he was riding carried him away from his home country, Hiyola realized that his life might no longer be the same. The feeling that began to grow because of his closeness with Jeremy felt so real. He was even afraid that if Robert kept pushing him away, it was not impossible to put his heart on a good man, and perhaps as rich as Jeremy. The man was sound asleep beside her, as if all she wanted was to be with him.  

Yes, as Jeremy said, after their agreement, the departure really happened. Jeremy even set up a reason for Hiyola to get permission during their departure. For some reason, obviously Hiyola did not have to worry at all because she left with someone who was a lecturer. Well, even from the looks more worthy of say girlfriend. 

"What are you thinking, Hiyo?" Hiyola was surprised when Jeremy's fingers touched his trembling hands, as this was his first flight, and he didn't even know that being on board could be so scary.  "Oh, can I call you..." 

Jeremy did not continue his words, but Hiyola understood. He nodded in response. 

It's up to you, as long as my tension stops. 

Time passes so fast. The various flights that they took, took Hiyola to the view of the lush green field below, which would lead her to the first experience of a lifetime, where she set foot in Hitler's country, at Frankfurt Airport, Germany. 

Hiyola was stunned when the three Lamborghinis stopped just as he and Jeremy exited the airport door. A few well-built, black-tuned men ran out, bowing respectfully at them. 

"Welcome back, young master, Jeremy!" exclaimed a tall man with a slightly awkward Asian face considering they were in Europe. "And you must be, Miss Hiyola," said the man.

Hiyola could only reply with an awkward smile, staring questioningly at Jeremy. 

"He, Abhimanyu, or here is more familiar with, Erik. My personal assistant," Jeremy explained.

"Oh, I guess the lecturer doesn't have a personal assistant," Hiyola retorted out her hand. "Anastasia Hiyola. You don't have to call me by the frills, miss." 

Erik looked at Jeremy, asking for approval, "Yes, as you wish, Miss," he said after getting the boss's approval to return Hiyola's hand. 

"So, are we going straight to the main house residence, Young Master?" erik and Jeremy asked. 

While going inside one of the Lamborghini in the middle, Hiyola accidentally caught the figure of a woman he knew, out of the airport. He knew the woman well, even from behind his back. It looked very similar, but Hiyola shook her head and decided to enter when she did not find the woman turning around. He seemed very hasty. 

Almost two hours to arrive at a magnificent mansion, whether on what floor, but Hiyola make sure the building has more than five floors. 

"This is my house, Hiyola. Come on in," take Jeremy. His outstretched hands formed a right triangle, inviting Hiyola to hook his hands, entering the building that Jeremy called home, but like the palace according to Hiyola. 

As if entering another world, Hiyola was so surprised to find some people in waitress clothes, running in line along the right left side of the door like a living fence to greet them. 

"Oh, welcome Young Master Jeremy! Long time no see, and you are getting handsome," said a well-built man, dressed almost like other servants, playing with a level that may be quite different. 

"Thank's Alberto" Jeremy replied. He looked at Hiyola. "He's a butler, Alberto Tores," he explained. 

Hiyola just tightened her grip on Jeremy's arm. He seemed not to know Jeremy as a lecturer who was quite friendly with the students, as well as a man who had enough jokes to entertain him, he said, but rather a man with a status that he slowly began to doubt was just an ordinary lecturer. 

Looks like I just entered the fairy tale world. 

"Oh yes, meet Miss Hiyola Anastasya! The lover and future wife of young Lord Jeremy." 

Hiyola almost jumped up as Erik's thunderous voice squeaked behind her nape, plus all the serious gazes that were now pointing at her. 

"Alberto, how's my dad doing?"

"Great master was fortunately fine, but the impact on his head made it possible that he could only lie in bed without being allowed to interact with anyone" Alberto explained. Jeremy rubbed his hair in frustration, while Hiyola could only calm the man down. 

"Well, where's my sister and her mother?" ask Jeremy again. 

"Madam was in his room, while the young master had only left a few minutes ago to pick up his newly arrived wife today" Alberto explained. 

"Alright, now, Hiyo. I'll take you to your room" Jeremy said, then got a nod from Hiyola. After their deaths, the servants finally returned to their respective duties. 

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"Can I talk now?" hiyola asked as they had just arrived on the seventh floor, where the host's room was located. 

Jeremy nodded. "Yes, I think I can talk now, too" he replied as if the minutes below were a mere moral act, as if he had returned to him. 

"You feel bad about what happened?" search Hiyola. Jeremy nodded again, then threw an awkward smile. "To be honest, I wasn't raised in this house. All those attitudes and rules, I learned when I was very young. Before my father knew the woman he cheated on." 

Seeming guilty, Hiyola stared pityfully, Jeremy's face slowly moody. 

"Losing is not easy" he said. 

Jeremy this time threw his charming smile. "Yes, and it'll hurt even more if you keep rejecting me." 

"Oh, come on Jeremy, don't do that again. We've decided to make this a meeting to please your family." 

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I might have to come downstairs to say hello to my stepmother. You're not here alone?" jeremy asked, he's standing up, tidying up his suit. A handsome face with sincere hazel eyes made Hiyola feel a little sorry for him. 

"No problem, Jer. I might have to enjoy the tour room because the room 0 0l is big enough for me," said Hiyola, a little bitter.

"Kuy hope you can be comfortable. I'm leaving now," Jeremy said, then exiting leaving Hiyola with her large room.

This room was the largest room of his life. Although always dreaming of having a large room for himself, now Hiyola realized that having a room with a large enough size seems a little creepy. 

"I think a quiet room is a good choice" he murmured to himself. 

A few minutes after doing the room tour, Hiyola was disturbed by the noise outside her room. He began to be curious about the two different voices he was very familiar with. 

With the kepo taste, Hiyola opened her room door slowly. The sound of the hinge is a little annoying so it makes him have to open it very slowly and slowly. It was so slow that he was late to make sure that the men and women who were fighting over the elevator had just closed. 

"I hope I'm not crazy, expecting Robert to be in one of the most unlikely places in Germany." 

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