Freya

Chapter 44

"Sir!"

Lessan realized and only then did he notice the girl Freya who was already in front of him. His forehead furrowed because she was already in front of him.

"F-Freya!?" he asked incredulously and looked at the part of the garden where he saw a woman with golden hair, which was the cause of his loss of self.

"Where is she ?!" he asked Freya pertaining the yellow haired girl he saw but Freya just pouted in response. He looked at her whole body but it seemed unlikely that this was the woman he saw. Its hair is short and black, another has very pale lips that seem to have escaped blood.

"It's impossible that you're that white haired girl, you can't transform that fast," Lessan whispered to himself and tweaked his hair.

"Sorry Lord, I'll go first."

"Damn!" he was cheap to himself because he didn't know what to think about what he saw, he wanted to see the woman again. Ask where it came from and what else. But he seemed to roll his eyes only. He just shook his head and turned his attention back to Freya who disappeared again in front of him. He could only see it entering the house.

"She's so weird," he mouthed to his self and look back again to the place of where he saw that girl.

"I want to see her again."

....

"Really?" Lessan asked his staff Jake again while he was on the other line. He could not believe what it said. His Dad can't go back to the Philippines now because for a big reason he was happy.

"Yes, in additional we received calls and emails from your modeling accounts."

"What is it?"

"Some Modeling agency are looking for you, but not to get you but to get Ms. Fryea as their talent."

"What? That's silly, don't answer them. I won't let her work."

"Noted Sir."

After that he hanged up the call. He just sighed and looked at Freya who was busy watching TV. This is the main hobby of the woman indoors. They didn't continue with the planned swimming because Freya suddenly became depressed, her face was very serious and she hadn't said a word before.

"Sir!"

Lessan realized and only then did he notice the girl Freya who was already in front of him. His forehead furrowed because Freya was already in front of him.

"F-Freya!?" he asked incredulously and looked at the part of the garden where he saw a woman with white hair, which was the cause of his loss of self.

"Where is she ?!" he asked Freya pertaining the yellow haired girl he saw but Freya just pouted in response. He looked at Freya's whole body but it seemed unlikely that this was the woman he saw. Its hair is short and black, another has very pale lips that seem to have escaped blood.

"It's impossible that you're that white haired girl, you can't transform that fast," Lessan whispered to himself and tweaked his hair.

"Sorry, Lord, I'll go first." Freya.

"Damn!" he was cheap to himself because he didn't know what to think about what he saw, he wanted to see the woman again. Ask where it came from and what else. But he seemed to roll his eyes only. He just shook his head and turned his attention back to Freya who disappeared again in front of him. He could only see it entering the house.

"She's so weird," he mouthed to his self and look back again to the place of where he saw that girl.

"I want to see her again."

"Freya ..." he called her name but she didn't even look at him.

Is there a problem between them?

"What's that Freya? Why are you ignoring me?" he added but the woman didn't seem to hear anything. He couldn't figure out what had gone wrong because the woman had been like this before. He just let it go and started preparing food. When the food was finally ready, he thought Freya would approach but he was wrong because it went straight to the terrace of his house.

"God! What's wrong with her?"

Even if he tries to ignore Freya's seeming avoidance and disregard for him and he can't do it. And he doesn’t know why. Only now did he feel like this, astonishment or concern that he could not comprehend. He thought Freya was just tired so it was just like this but only now he saw the girl like this. He did not continue eating and just followed Freya upstairs. He caught it with us just turned and with both hands on the barrier. He seemed to be thinking very deeply, like the first time he saw the girl cry.

"What are you doing here sir?" its question that managed to stop him from thinking. How could he know he was here without looking back.

"Freya... i-is there a problem?" he asked not leaving the stand right behind the woman.

"There is," its weak voice but he heard.

"And what is that? Tell me why."

"You vaguely understand me."

She gasped.

"I will try."

"Lie!" He replied that he was able to frown.

"I'm not numb or a fool to not understand everything, it's unlikely a creature like you would believe me."

"F-Freya ... Is it about what happened earlier?"

"No sir sorry, just leave me please I have to be alone."

"Sorry ..." he mouthed even though he knew that she does not understand it. He also felt bad for himself and realized what he had done. It is very hard for someone like her to believe everything Freya says.

"I'm sure the babaylan is here in this world," he heard Freya whispered.

"Freya, I don't know how to tell you. As a person, it's hard for me to believe what you're saying. It's only happening in movies," he said, able to face the woman.

"The magic is real!"

"But how can I believe you?"

The girl stopped and stared at him. He stared into her eyes for a long time, as if thinking very deeply. He could see the hesitation in his eyes but he didn't know what it was for.

"So, I can show it to you Lord."

"H-How?"

The woman sighed deeply and looked back into the distance. While it remained turned away, Lessan was staring at it.

After a while it blew very hard again.

"I am Freya."

"Sorry?"

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