My Match With Him
Richela Nadette
At 5pm, though,
Main Station Berlin, Germany
Just got off the train from Munich station route, got to Berlin Main station. Passengers rushed down when the train doors opened. The passengers who had been waiting for the train to arrive, also rushed inside. It makes the passengers crunch on each other. That is the atmosphere of Berlin Main station every day.
When the passengers get off crammed, it is different with women wearing plain blue shirts. He walked back, out of the train. His hand pulled his black suitcase. Her two beautiful eyes trace every corner of Berlin's Main station. Sometimes the corners of her lips lifted.
“This station is not bad,” muttered the woman smiled thinly. When I stopped walking for a while.
After being satisfied to look at every Berlin Main station, the woman stepped her feet back. He immediately searched for someone at the station while checking his phone. To make it easier to find people in his car. He searched for the man long enough, until he finally found him.
“Entschuldigen sie bitte!” greet the woman to a middle-aged man in a black uniform.
“Ya what's wrong?” ask the middle-aged man.
“Pak Amo right?” ask the woman back. Sontak made the middle-aged man immediately confirm his identity.
“Nona Richela?”there was a middle-aged man earlier
“Iya right,” the woman smiled thinly.
Richela Nadetta, a name as beautiful as her man. He was the youngest son of the Matteo family. Very wealthy family in Munich. He's only 20 years old. She has a pretty face with dimples on both her cheeks. His eyes were pitch black. Her eyelashes are flattened, her eyebrows are thin black, her nose is slightly pointed and her tiny lips are as red as Cerry. His long black hair, slightly dyed with blue-fashioned on the back. Her face was very beautiful just like her mother. He also has a body posture that can be said to be quite ideal for his age.
Not only beautiful, the youngest child of the Matteo family has intelligence on average. At a young age, he already holds an S1 degree in business at Ludwig Maximilians University (LMU). Now Richela is pursuing S2 at the same University. Thanks to his cleverness in his possession, it can make him quickly in pursuing the level of college education. Already beautiful, smart, Richela also has a domineering nature. From spoiled, cheerful, ingenious, humble, unyielding, responsible, always reliable and many more. He will always adjust the situation.
He was born into a very wealthy family in Munich. Papanya—tuan Frederick is the leader of a family company engaged in mining. The Richela family mining company was declared the best in recent years. The results of the mine are always the best and abundant. So that the Richela family can get abundant wealth from the mining results. But even though the family was very rich, Richela was taught to live in simplicity since childhood. The teaching of his parents in doing so until now, he is always simple in everything. He never showed himself as the son of a wealthy family. So many people think that Richela is a village woman and poor.
“Ah—really?” the middle-aged man whom Pak Amo had called Richela, looked at him in surprise. Richela nodded her head slowly.
Suddenly Mr. Amo looked at Richela from the end of the head, to the end of the foot. Mr. Amo's gaze looked demeaning to him. No wonder Mr. Amo looked at Richela like that because he saw her. Well Richela was wearing ordinary, not classy stuff. In addition, Mr. Amo does not know Richela's background. So easily judge Richela as a village woman, just from the looks of it.
`This is true Miss Richela? What great master might have mistakenly chosen him for the young master. Village girl like her, how appropriate to pair up with young master!` inner sir Amo
“What's wrong with my clothes?” richela asked, awakening Mr. Amo who still gave a condescending look at her.
“No miss. I'm just making sure that's true Miss Richela. The person I was waiting for from earlier,” replied Mr. Amo reasoned but Richela certainly did not believe.
`Pak Amo, you are not good at lying. There are people who believe in such ridiculous answers. From your gaze alone, one thing is clear. Humiliate!` inner Richela
“Certainly can miss. Let me help you bring a suitcase miss!” mr. Amo reached out to help Richela.
“Sorry to be troublesome,” Richela said directly gave her suitcase to Mr. Amo.
“No problem miss,” said Mr. Amo had taken over the suitcase from Richela's hands.
“Please!”he continued to let Richela walk first.
“Iya,” Richela short, before walking ahead of Pak Amo.
This is how Richela cueknya when dealing with people who already know his nature. Well that trait degrades him just because of his looks. He was too lazy to face such people. There were no results he got, if faced with them.
It just ended up in vain!
Richela walked in following Mr. Amo, heading out of Berlin's main station. Arriving outside the station or rather in the parking lot, Mr. Amo immediately opened the car door and Richela entered it. The car door was closed again by Mr. Amo. Then Mr. Amo put Richela's suitcase into the trunk of the car and then followed into the car. Mr. Amo immediately drove the car at medium speed, leaving the station.
***
1 Hour later,
The House of Vilhelm,
Richela set foot in front of the main door of the Vilhelm family residence. He was immediately greeted by a middle-aged woman who looked at him exactly like Mr. Amo earlier. From her face alone, Richela knew the middle-aged woman.
“Finally came too!” exclaimed the middle-aged woman, clasping her chest. His gaze at Richela was truly demeaning and dislikeful.
“It turns out the choice of papa is indeed a village woman,”she added.
“It looks like an aunt can't wait for my arrival. To bother welcoming me like this,” is not Richela her name, if she speaks in a rude tone to someone older than her. Even if the person is speaking or being rude to him.
“A village woman like you where I deserve to welcome. Were it not for the request from his grandfather Richard, I would not have waited for you like this either. So don't be too confident!” that middle-aged woman.
“Well still I thank aunt for that,” Richela replied with a thin smile. “Hmmm but something needs to be fixed in the aunt's speech earlier. I am indeed a village woman who will become a aunt's daughter-in-law. I hope Aunt Belinda doesn't forget that,”
The middle-aged woman was Belinda's mistress. The lady of the Vilhelm family. The mother of Richard Vilhelm, the man who had been married to Richela. It was this match that made Richela come to Berlin. To the Vilhelm residence. But in view of the attitude of the mistress Belinda, clearly did not like Richela. The standard of mistress Belinda in finding a wife for her son is indeed very high. So it is not surprising that Belinda did not like Richela very much. He only saw Richela's look, without knowing her background.