Their Runaway bride

Chapter 7

"Putasne audivisse sermonem a prioribus?" the uncle spoke in a language that was rather unfamiliar to me. (Do you think she heard the conversation from earlier? ).
And I have known five language in my head as of that time. I was fluent in English, Arabic, Spanish, Italian and Hindi.
I had learnt many languages because I was hoping that one day, I would be able to visit one of those places where they speak those languages. But this particular language was still foreign to me.
"Non tu me ipsa putas?" Mr Svaboda spoke in the same language as well. (I do not think she did, did you?).
"Minime, sed miratus sum" he said. (No, but I was just wondering).
"Omnino ne cures, certe rem non suspicabitur" Mr Svaboda said again. (You shouldn't worry at all, I'm sure she won't suspect a thing).
Then, he turned to me.
"Dear, hope you are enjoying the meal?" he asked, now in a language I could understand.
I nodded my head at him as I just couldn't stop stuffing my face with the grilled chicken, it's just so delicious.
"Glad you liked it" the uncle said.
I just didn't know how I should be calling him, so I just tagged him as the uncle.
Soon, we finished eating and I extended my hand to pick up a cup of water but the uncle just placed his own cup to my mouth.
It just felt awkward that he was trying to feed me and I tried to politely reject but he was so adamant and so, I let him feed me.
I was watching Mr Svaboda how he was just staring at us with adoration. I guessed this is how his family works, they all take care of each other.
With that thought in my mind, I relaxed as he fed me.
He picked up a napkin and wiped up my mouth after that and I thanked him for that.
That was the first time I ever thought that the family were kind of weird but they do care for each other in their own way.
"I'll retire to my bed, thanks for everything Sir" I said, thanking him.
"Oh! Don't be so formal darling, you can call me by my name, or any name you like" he said.
I nodded at him.
"Good night uncle" I said.
He smiled at me.
I turned over to Mr Svaboda.
I just didn't know how to tell him good night as well, so.
"Good night" I said at his direction.
"Good night" he said and gave me those million dollars smile of his.
Awwn! I was thinking that he would try to follow me to my room.
I started walking away but he stopped me.
"And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask Felicia, she'll make sure it's available for you" he said.
I was a little disappointed as to what he said, I was thinking he would excuse his uncle and come with me.
I nodded at him and with that, I walked away, back to my room, or should I saw, built in mansion.
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It had been six days since I moved in to Mr Svaboda's house as his wife and I got to tell you, I loved every moment of it.
I have grown close to some people, well, mostly robots but one of them wasn't, and that was Naeemi.
She was the lady that I first met when I first arrived here.
At first, I didn't think her as the friendly type but with both of us being the only humans I know of being in that huge empire if a house, we've grown to like each other.
She even told me about how Mr Svaboda was such a lovely person to his dear old wife, that is, until she died of a rare tragic disease years back.
I was so sad for him. I had even asked her where his son was and she told me that he had give the a world tour.
A seven years old, going on a world tour, that was unheard of. But then again, his father is filthy rich and can give him all that he needs.
It had been really fun for the past few days.
I could remember that day as I woke up, I saw every walking robot in the house walking up and down, busy with one thing or the other.
Naeemi was also busy as well. She is dressed in her flawless white suit as she was graceful going all that she was needed, that is, what I don't know.
They were already programmed robots around whom were capable of doing all that needs to be done while she just stood there, inspecting.
I stood before her, stretching my hands up once again.
She was the only person I could ask as I had not seen Mr Svaboda more his uncle since yesterday. They didn't even had dinner with me.
"What's going on Naeemi?" I asked.
"Oh! Madam, you have woken up, hope we didn't wake you up with our noise making?" she asked.
I thought she was kidding actually. Where I was staying, it was like a different planet all together.
I couldn't hear what was going on out here in the main house even if I'd pluck a hearing amplifier.
The house seemed to have been sound proofed.
"No, I just woke up now, so, tell me, what's going on?" I asked again.
"Yes madam" she said.
She still called me ma'am up till the end even though I had asked her not to.
"We are preparing for Young Master Spear's arrival today, and we have to make everything perfect, he is the picky type you know" she answered.
"And who is that?" I asked.
"Oh! Young Master Spear is the son of Mr Svaboda, he is coming back home today after a year, so we are organizing a party for his welcome" she explained.
Oh! I nodded in understanding.
That's when I realized how stupid and self conceited I was, I has never ever the once asked what the name of the boy was even when Mr Svaboda brought of his topic once or twice maybe. All I hear him address him as is my boy.
Was I going to be a bad step mother to him already?, I had asked myself.
I should have known all that the poor boy liked and disliked by that moment.
"I need your help with something please?" I asked Naeemi and she instantly agreed.
With her help, I prepared all the meal that Spear liked and kept it specially for him.
She also told me all that I should know about him and the one thing that she emphasized about was that, he was picky in all his affairs.
But all kids are if you ask me.
But I was trying to present myself as likable to him, so, I even made sure that I dress in his favorite color, maybe that would make him like me easily, I thought.
That was the least I could do for my husband at that moment.
Later in the evening, the house has been filled with guests, all awaiting the arrival of Mr Svaboda's son.
That was the first time that I saw people gathered around ever since I came to that house.
All looked rich and sophisticated and well presented that it made me feel out of place.
I was a village girl from a far away small town.
But having Mr Svaboda next to me at that moment made me feel a little bit relaxed.
I was still in awe though, as to why all these people have all gathered here, all awaiting the return of a small child.
But then he is the son of a filthy rich man and so, everyone would try to associate with him so as to get to his father.
Not to mention he had been away from home for over a year.
I too was also anticipating his arrival and I was a little bit nervous thinking as to whether he'll like me or not.
All people we busy eating and drinking while some a
were busy dancing and then down the hall, I heard some gasping and saying he has arrived.
Mr Svaboda had also left a while ago, so, I just stood there, not knowing where to go.
Naeemi and uncle were also out of sight at the moment, as they were the only people I was familiar with, so, I just decided to stand there and wait.
I didn't wait for much longer as I saw Mr Svaboda and uncle walking towards my direction and they were all smiling and happy.
But, alongside them, there was a man, yes a man and he looked exactly like the two but only younger, a lot younger.
He looked to be about twenty five to thirty years of age.
He was wearing a jeans jacket and a black ripped up trouser.
His hair has also been trimmed in awkward locations. But he still looked handsome even with his bad boy's look.
He stood just a few inches shorter than the two but all seemed to have the same facial features, the same smile, the same nose with only a difference in the eye color.
Wait a minute, could he be?.
"Here darling, meet my boy, Spear" he says.
What the fuck!!!
What the actual fuck!!!