Death

chapter 17

Autumn

Its been a week without Death at this house. No news. No phone calls. No texts. Its Saturday and I am bored to die. I had a long video call with Nova last night. We were talking about random stuff, laughing and many more.

I really need a break. Maybe I should drive to somewhere. That is sound like a plan. I grab my backpack, some cash, my phone, the mp3 player, headphones, extra clothes, the sunblock.. what else?

I peek outside of my room and call for Olga. In flash of eyes, she is standing by my door.

"I need some food to bring with me."

"You going out somewhere, my lady?"

I nodded.

"Yes but I will call later. And can you help me find the blanket?"

"Sure my lady."

"Thank you."

I will go on a picnic and I only have one place inside my mind.

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I open my arms when I step my foot to the ground. This place is giving me something that nobody can't. I will never forget how special this place to me too. I owe Death for bring me to this place. Since the birthday simple decorations was cleared, this place is more refreshing. The cold air is hitting my senses. There is nothing can compare the calmness I got here.

I sighed then walks heading to the small farm house at the end of the road. The owner must be lived there.

I knock on the door and wait. I fix the my sweater because its getting cold here.

"Hello." I extend my hand to the mid age women who is answer the door.

"Hello to you too, young lady. Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually I want to ask a permission to hanging out on your land."

"Hanging out?"

"Yes. I am sorry because of the sudden but I have been here weeks ago. You maybe found its weird but, I planning to spend my day here, if you don't mind."

"You are Sir Domiango fiancee, the girl who was celebrated her birthday here."

"Yes, that could be me."

"My dear, its a pleasant surprise to see you again. But you come alone?"

"Yeah, Trent is overseas so I came alone."

"No problem, my lady. This land is belong to Sir Domiango after all. Just bring your car here and do whatever you want to do."

"This.. this land is his?" I asked.

"Yes my lady. He owned this since long time ago. But he rarely stop by."

"I can't believe him. This place is so beautiful and he abandoned them? Well, I don't care. This land is belong to me now."

"As you wish, my lady."

"Oh my name is Autumn, by the way."

"You can call me Emma, my lady."

"Okay Emma. I will get my car and you wait here."

She nodded. I jump on my feet. Oh my god! I just owned a land, I mean a very beautiful land! This place will be my secret garden forever.

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Death

Siena is want to meeting me. She said, she want to talk about something very important. I teleported to the palace because I can't wait any longer.

"Master." She bow her head when I entering the space. Trevor and Olga is here too.

"What is it Siena?"

"Lady Hope is at the secret garden you were created for her, master."

"Really? I thought she doesn't like the place."

"She likes it and she planing to plant every type of flower there. She is happy when I said the land is yours and she wants it to become hers now."

"Just give her anything she wants. About the land, ask someone to rebuild the fence. If Autumn likes the place, then she will come there more often. And yeah, slowly renovate the farm house, get new furniture but don't ruin anything. She likes everything in green."

"Sure master. I need to go, she might need me anytime."

I nodded. Olga give her daily report. Nothing important but I need to know. She said, Autumn is so busy with her books. I know it since the final exam is on monday.

Trevor is telling about the company issues. He said there is a rumor about someone is planning to hurting Nova. Well, that is not a good plan anyway. I ask him to catch the person and bring him to me. I will never tolerate to anybody who is risking my family members. They are a virus that need to be terminated immediately.

Autumn is another stories. Living without her presence besides me me feel like I lost a part of my body. I feel incomplete. I will be visiting her on sunday. I want her know that I care about her even if we are lived at different places. I will do that.

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My eyes jolted open. A strike pain like I had been stabbed on my chest make me jump from my nap. Well, I usually less sleep, but I forced my eyes to closed for a moment.

I touch my right chest. What is happening to me? I never felt this kind of pain before. My emotions also getting down without any clear reason.

Autumn? Or Nova? I grab my black lather jacket and teleported myself to Dubai. I always can communicate with Percy, but I want to see Nova with my eyes. Trevor's warning about someone is planning to harm Nova give me such an imagination. Lets hope Nova is in a good condition because I don't care about how many rich man died tonight without unknown reason, if Nova is in danger.

In a blink of eyes, I am in Nova main residence. Her cars is on its park. So I called Percy to meet me at the terrace.

"What is wrong, Sir?"

"I don't know. How about Nova? Did you feel any danger come to her?"

"Nothing, for now. Why do you ask?"

"Trevor told me that someone is plotting a bad plan for Nova. And I somehow feel this pain on my chest. Its like I had been stabbed with a dagger. But if you say she is okay, then I will leave now."

"Sir, may I ask you about something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"What if the pain on your chest is connecting to your bride current situation? I mean Nova is your niece but she don't have any specialbond with you. But Lady Hope is your bride. She have a special bond with you and I think its the bond makes you feel that."

I staring on his face. A bond with my bride? So I can feel the pain because she is in pain? God! What did I do? Without a words I left Percy to Autumn house.

And there, I can see Olga hold a white napkin with a small basin. Her face like she just done crying. I can't see Autumn anywhere. Lets hope that the person who is lying on the bed is not Autumn.

Its Autumn. Cold air begin to consume my sense as I walk weakly heading the bed.