Love Under the Hut

CHAPTER 9

It was almost dawn.

I searched for Norche in all the places.

From one field to another.

I stopped at the hut we both made out last night and I embraced the scenery and my imagination was running wild.

Where is he? He said he would be here till dawn but now it’s almost night already.

I walked across the small paths for the workers to cross the field.

Slowly, beating around the bushes and plucking some grapes and eating them.

“Hello, sir. Have you seen a handsome young man working here? He told me he’d be here to wait for the harvest later.”

There was an old man with his cleaning machine to brush off the dry leaves and clouds of sand specks of dust around the field sides. He was dazed when I approached him.

It was a little brittle to him as the count’s wife approached a gardener.

“Your Grace, I am truly sorry. But you are not supposed to be here. Your feet and your clothes would get dirty”

Such a caring and nobleman.

He reminds me of my grandpa. My papa’s dad.

His name is George.

He has been working with my husband’s family for a long time since Latham’s grandfather was beholding these endowments.

“I have not seen anyone here except for Count Latham and his friends, your grace. 

I am the only old gardener who works here to guard the field for many years and I have not seen anyone waited for harvesting. 

Anyway, would you like me to call out my boys and look for him?”

He humbled himself before me and asked.

My husband and his friends were here.

I know it is not safe for me neither Norche.

If my husband sees me wildering in the woods alone, looking for a stranger, he would ground me forever.

Besides, I don’t want to see him either.

I don’t have the desire to even talk to him.

“No, Mr. George. It’s okay. I will come back later maybe. Thank you.”

I smiled at George and walked away.

George just told me he saw no one for years.

Who is Norche then?

Did I speak to a handsome ghost last night?

Putting all that aside, Norche was real but I barely knew him.

But, why is he so mysterious?

He lied to me. One thing I can be so sure of is he not the gardener or the worker.

He lied!

I fell for him. If the count knows we have been catching glimpses, he would definitely execute him and ground me forever.

Crappy old man.

That’s what I thought of my husband all the time.

I ran back to my room and I was wondering the whole night about him.