Who Is Mr. Pierre Malverick?
I opened my eyes with a strange feeling that is difficult to describe. My heart has been pounding since the call on the phone with the person who claimed to be the personal butler "Mr. Pierre Malverick"
"Who is Pierre Malverick? I don't know him." I screamed like a madman, even though it's still too early to mess up my life.
I tried to remember the names of all the people I knew, but no one was Pierre Malverick. Besides, what did he want to meet me? What's the matter?
"Oh my God, I hope it's not about the problem of family debts. The savings left by Grandma won't be enough to pay off the debt," I thought. Crazy morning, even though, it looks very bright outside. Yes, the sunlight comes in from the cracks in my bedroom window.
Meow...
Ron was already glaring above me. Somehow he really likes to sit on top of my body when I'm sleeping. Do all pet cats have a habit of killing their masters by pressing them while sleeping?
Meow...
Ron meowed again. This time, he pressed his face against my cheek who still hadn't moved from the bed. My stomach doesn't feel right from eating too much last night. Even though Aunt Marily's cooking was very good, I shouldn't have eaten three plates. I'm totally crazy, my terrible habit of getting rid of anxiety is to binge.
Meow...
This was the third call from Ron to warn me, that I had to get up and feed him.
"Okay Ron, I understand. I will get up now, are you satisfied?" Finally, for Ron's sake. I had to get up from my favorite spot, head to the kitchen and prepare a delicious and nutritious breakfast for my beloved male Russian blue cat, Ron.
"Here, eat!" I said while putting his bowl of food on the floor.
Seeing Ron eating heartily suddenly made my stomach hungry. In fact, ten minutes ago I was still complaining because I was still full. Quickly my stomach changed its mind.
"Okay, what to eat? Hmm toast? Bored. Cereal? I don't want to eat sweets. Can I just fried eggs and bacon? Ok, that's all." I muttered. The thing I do to get rid of loneliness is to talk to myself.
"What are you doing, Mom?" I asked while looking at my mother who was cooking.
"I cooked fried eggs and smoked meat. Do you eat a lot?"
"Yes, I will eat a lot if you make it!" I said happily. My mother smiled and I, can still remember her smile.
"Mom-" I thought. I really miss her so much. Everything about her, I like. Her brown hair, just like mine, is gorgeous. People say that I look a lot like my mother when I was little. It's just that we have different eye colors. Mom, Grandpa and Grandma have beautiful blue eyes. My eyes are brown.
After breakfast, I was even more restless. Thinking whether that man will really come to my house or not? But how did he know my home address? Has he been here before?
Tin...tun...
The doorbell rang. Suddenly my heart was pounding. "Who is he? What was the person who called yesterday?" I thought. Not to mention meeting the person, my cold sweat was flowing profusely.
Tin...tun...
The bell rang again. Reluctantly I opened the door and accepted reality.
"Good morning?" Greeted a middle-aged man with a young man and a woman.
"G-good morning!" I said. I glanced outside, but did not see a car parked in the driveway. No wonder I didn't hear the sound of a car engine.
"Is it true, this is Miss Lea Bichsel's residence?" Asked the man. He smiled kindly and didn't look suspicious at all. Even though he was, the young man and woman beside him were wearing formal attire.
"That's right!" I said.
"Introduce, I'm Damien Lanchace, they, Lourdes Durand and Fermin Girard. The three of us are the personal servants of Mr. Pierre Malverick." He said. This man spoke very politely and formally. Apparently, the person named Pierre Malverick was not just anyone.
I looked at them while thinking for a moment, what should I do now? Let them in and chat, is that so?
"Ah... please come in!" I said. Finally I let them in, even though I was really scared. I'd better call Uncle Gabriel.
"Thank you, Miss Bichsel!" Said the man named Damien. After asking they sat down on the couch and prepared tea. I'd better go to Uncle Gabriel's house now and ask him to talk to the guys. I don't know how to deal with them.
"Lea...! Lea...!" Uncle Gabriel shouted at the door. Just thought about it, the person has come.
"Uncle?" I immediately rushed to open the door.
"Where are those suspicious people?" Asked Uncle Gabriel.
"They're inside. But, where did you know they came from?"
"Your aunt saw three strangers standing at your door. Your aunt immediately told me!"
"Really? So, now what?"
"You take it easy, let me talk to them. Have you made tea?"
"Yes!"
"All right, come on!" Uncle Gabriel walked ahead of me and calmly met the three men who claimed to be Pierre Malverick's personal servants.
"I'm Gabriel Greninger. Lea's neighbor!" Uncle said introducing himself to them. While I stood stiffly beside Uncle.
"I'm Damien Lanchace, this is Lourdes Durand and Fermin Girard. We're Mr. Pierre Malverick's personal maid, nice to meet you Mr. Greninger!"
"Nice to meet you!" Said the man and woman who were with him. "So, who called me yesterday, this person?" I thought. After I observed from their looks and demeanor, nothing seemed suspicious.
"So, what's the matter with her?" Asked Uncle Gabriel.
"We came here to pick up Miss Bichsel, which was ordered directly from Mr. Pierre Malverick!" Said the man named Damien.
"What? Why me?" I asked spontaneously. It was the only reaction I could show hearing such a statement.
"Wasn't Miss Lea informed beforehand?" Asked the man confused.
"W-what?"
"Ten years ago, Mr. Pierre sent a message to Miss Marina that this year, Mr. Pierre wants Miss Lea to live with him!" He said. The more this man spoke, the less I understood what he meant. What connection does my mother have with Pierre Malverick?
"Wait a minute, what does Pierre mean by asking Lea to stay with him?" Asked Uncle Gabriel. I was shocked and immediately turned to him. "So, you know this guy?" I thought.
"We were only ordered to pick up Miss Lea and that too with the approval of Miss Marina Bichsel."
"Marina died 10 years ago," Uncle said. They immediately fell silent and looked in disbelief.
"Miss Marina died 10 years ago?" Damien asked, he looked shocked. However, it is true, my mother has been gone for a long time.
"Marina died in a car accident 10 years ago. Doesn't your master know that? I'm sure before, your master often communicated with Marina!" Hearing Uncle's words, making the three personal maids even more confused. They seem to be hiding something.
"No, Mr. Pierre doesn't know that Miss Marina has been dead for a long time," he answered nervously.
"So, if Pierre really wants Lea to stay with him, why doesn't he come to pick her up?" Asked Uncle Gabriel, he looked annoyed. I feel, there are many secrets that I did not know. Even after 10 years of my mother's death.
"Because-"
"Wait a minute!" I shouted. This ignorance is literally driving me crazy.
"Who is Pierre Malverick?" I asked out loud. Uncle Gabriel and the three maids immediately turned to me.
"Mr. Pierre Malverick is Miss Lea's real father."
"W-what? Pierre Malverick is my dad?"