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With a gasp, the man turned to Ren, raised his black bowler hat low and smiled back.
"You will also be staying overnight, sir?" Ren asked. She wondered why the dapper man looked so confused. Ren's heart meant that rich people shouldn't look fussy, after all, staying anywhere as long as they have money won't be a problem.
While Grunt and Sistine were more interested in the man's lazy eyes. Plus his simple smile made their eyes look a little hopeful, that this dapper was a kind man. Seemed innocent, generous and maybe they could ask him a little help.
“Oui, but….” He took out a piece of paper from his jacket. The man frowned. “Is this area in Kenmore?”
Ren actually realized that the man was in the wrong location. He read a piece of paper that said, A827, Tathiana Kenmore Houses. While her two friends were a little disappointed because the dapper man seemed to be in the wrong place, just misguided people in general. Sistine thought that in this age of technology and online maps from mobile phones, people still get lost?
"Ow, I'm afraid you got out of the cab too soon, sir?" Ren added. "You should still go straight until you can't see Loch Tay Lake, then enter the Kenmore area,"
They then stepped lightly, approaching the large villa while chatting a bit.
“Non, non, non. I was confidently told that it was best to get off after passing three inns. On the side there is a lake and on the other side are trees and…. Is there something wrong, mademoiselle?” asked the man surprised.
The three people were surprised when Ren was called by something foreign, mademoiselle. Is this person from England? Ren thought. But Ren was more confused than the man's explanation which seemed correct.
“W-Well, to be honest, after three inns, all the way you'll only encounter this large villa. Also, it is true that on the right side there is Lake Loch Tay…. On the other side there is a tree…, that's also true. Perthsire highlands…. But why is the address written Kenmore…?” Ren obviously hesitated while scratching her head.
He immediately returned a piece of paper, the man's eyebrows almost shook hands. He ran out of tracks.
"Well sir, maybe your friend got the address wrong?" Grunt spoke up.
"Hm ... say whether a surgeon who has been going back and forth throughout Scotland on business, then she wrote the address with a fatal error?" said the man suspiciously.
They stopped for a moment, right in the middle of the clear yard.
"It seems impossible, sir,"
"Scrupulousness is a natural attribute of her surgeon's degree, but what makes it impossible is that Scotland is like her second home," the man chirped.
“Hey, uncle. I hesitate to say this but, isn't it possible that your current friend is laughing behind your back?” Sistine grimaced, she was only joking.
"You mean she did this on purpose!?" The man then stepped forward with a disappointed and irritated face. The veins in his neck adorned his red scalp.
Ren thought Sistine was a bit too much.
“Sis, why are you talking like that?” Ren exclaimed disappointedly, then turned to Sistine. Meanwhile Grunt preceded the two women, shook his head briefly at Sistine, then caught up with the dapper, angry-looking man.
“S-sorry…” Sistine said apologetically.
Ren quickly caught up with Grunt, while Sistine trailed behind him.
“S-sir, wait a moment, my friend didn't mean to. He just asked casually." Grunt seemed to ignore the weight on his shoulders. He darted closer to behind the man..
“Oh, non. I'm just mad at the possibility. Even though she herself invited,”
"If I may ask, is your friend a glamourous woman?" asked Grunt curiously. As if equalizing the fate of himself and that man.
“Oui, why do you ask like that?”
"As I thought, women are like that. The glamourous one even worse ..." Grunt suddenly became familiar with the man for a moment. A relationship formed briefly because of a shared experience of two men. Their conversation was slightly overheard by the two women. Ren and Sistine seemed to feel guilty, they had no reason to criticize Grunt.
They were finally on the terrace of the imposing building, facing the frame of two doors. Sturdy brown door with intricate carvings and two opaque glass with floral print.
The man pressed the bell near the door. A little longer about a minute, someone opened the door but only a quarter of it. A woman with short curly brown hair and yellow green eyes, her eyes seem less friendly. Her head peeked through the crack in the door.
"Yes, may I help you?" The woman spoke softly, looking at them blankly. Grunts think that their presence lies in only two ways, not being welcomed or that they misunderstood.
"Pardon, we are staying at this place, are there any rooms left?" asked the dapper gentleman, lifting his black bowler hat low.
The woman muttered briefly, her eyes glancing to the left. Actually the woman glanced back, as if she needed someone's permission. Her mouth was hard to resist as she glanced at the dapper man's black wheeled suitcase, also at the three youngsters.
“Sorry, actually… you guys misunderstood a bit…. This is Lady De Polcester's house, not an inn. Ehmm…," she said a little longer and sounded a little unsure. The orange light hiding from the trees briefly flashed into the woman's eyes, that was the cause. The woman felt a little sorry, maybe these people immediately looked for a place to stay considering the day was approaching early evening. She continued, "But we... don't mind if you guys wait... on the terrace for the taxi...?"
Ren and Sistine were a little bothered by the woman's elongated, meaningless way of speaking. Coupled with her flat expression , she resembles a robot.
“Eeeeeh? Come on! How can a villa this big not be rented out? We don't mind even if it's BnB, though. This place has eight rooms anyway, I presume?” said Grunt a little sassy. That's fine, because the man has to rest his hands.
"Wrong, sixteen. Um… I guess that's the final decision. Is there anymore?"
“E-sixteen?!” Grunts were shocked.
The dapper man had a slightly sour face, but he seemed to understand her position. Ren and Sistine looked worried.
“Very good, mademoiselle. If that is permitted, may we be met with the owner?” asked the dapper man politely.
Grunt and Sistine nodded in unison, while Ren was slightly surprised. She thought the woman whose blank stare was the owner of this magnificent mansion.
"Sorry, you can't," the woman answered confidently, sounding a little firmer. The look in her eyes sharpened, Ren was slightly horrified.
“Agnes!” Suddenly another woman's voice was heard calling, echoing from within.
The sound of footsteps could be heard getting closer. Until she turned around.
"Yes..., madame?"
“Open the door for a second, blimey this girl!”
The two door frames were finally opened wide, as if they were considering the four guests again. Two people were seen wearing the same clothes, black one-piece dresses and white aprons down to their feet. More like a victorian maid outfit. The other one was in her twenties, that flat, robotic face. While those who are around their sixties have their hair in a simple and short ponytail.
"Ow, good evening!" The older woman smiled widely, her beady blue-gray eyes looked friendly. "May I help you?"
"We think this big mansion is an inn, madame," said Ren preceded.
Ren introduces herself and the two, the three of them are students of the art university in the Aberdeen area. She said that the goal of the three of them at this time was to have a vacation and wanted to paint the scenery around the forest and Loch Tay lake. The problem is due to a lack of attention to time and estimates, to the point of walking for three hours and not getting any accommodation at all.
“Ohoho, then this man is…,” The elderly woman guessed her thoughts, looking at the dapper man in surprise.
“Ah, non, not a teacher. I'm just a lost man,” the man smiled somewhat forcedly.
"Lost? Are you a foreign tourist?”
“From Cambridge. I just happened to meet them,"
The old woman let them in. She greeted while explaining that this place was not an inn, but in the future plans to start a bnb. Bnb (bed & breakfast) is a lodging service. The difference is, the building owner lives under the same roof as the customer.
It looks like the floor is made of expensive ceramics with a mosaic pattern, as well as the light blue walls full of glints. The dapper man was a little surprised when she said that the house used steel walls. The three of them looked interested and impatiently waiting for their rooms.
Except Ren. She felt a gaze that made her uncomfortable from behind. When Ren looked back, the woman who was wailing blankly looked at them without blinking.
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