Annoying Girl

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Esme continued to stare in awe at all the interiors in Oliver's mansion, she felt like she was in a fairy tale and like a luxurious and classy European empire. Esme felt lucky this time, she not only felt like sleeping on a mattress that she had not dared to imagine in her entire life, but she also tasted the delicious German food that she had always wanted since she was a child.

Oliver soon came out and approached Esme who was busy gazing in awe at the mansion she owned.

"Uncle, this is your mansion ?" Esme asked innocently, Oliver didn't answer he was just busy watching Esme who was like a child.

"Uncle, why did you just keep quiet when I asked? Are you still angry with me because I finished all the food available at the dinner table last night?" Esme asked for an explanation.

Oliver was still silent he wasn't angry with it. He couldn't even understand why a girl with a small body like Esme could finish all the food for seven people.

"Uncle, last night I asked who the food was on the table and uncle said it was only for the two of us. Instead of leftover food, it's more useful for me to eat it all. An uncle should be thanking me because I voluntarily didn't throw the food away," Esme said raving non-stop.

Oliver took a deep breath, this girl is very talkative. Oliver had never once encountered a girl as fussy and greedy as Esme. Most of the girls he knows are always graceful and elegant when he is around him, in contrast to the girl in front of him.

"Don't call me by name, uncle! Are you pretending to forget?" Oliver finally spoke up.

"Oh, so uncle is angry because it's just a name? Alright, I'm not the one who's not polite, from now on I'll call uncle by name, "he said.

" Hi! Oliver " said, Esme.

Oliver just pinched his eyebrows, he felt dizzy facing this girl's behavior.

"Oliver, it's been three days since I've been in your mansion, I think now I want to go home. My body is very healthy and also I don't tell my family and friends, I also skip work, I have to explain everything."

"Let Philips drive you," Oliver offered.

"No need! I don't want to bother you anymore, I'm going to the metro station to go home and for all your help if you want me to repay you, you can come to the restaurant where I work," Esme said while packing up the contents of her bag.

"I need to be near where you live, so I might as well drop you off," Oliver reasoned.

"Is that true?" Esme asked looking in disbelief.

"Come on, come quickly if you want me to take you," Oliver said as he walked away, Esme quickly trailing behind Oliver.

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Esme climbed into Oliver's luxury car, she seems at this time still can't believe all the luxury she feels when she is with Oliver. Esme sat behind the wheel with Oliver, she glanced at the wheel and the man smiled at her.

"Hello, uncle, "Greetings Esme to Philips, Philips only answered by nodding while smiling.

"Don't call him uncle either, his name is Philips, you can only call him by name," Oliver exclaimed.

"Why are you the annoying one, he just likes me calling names. The proof is Uncle Phillips smiled," Esme defended herself.

"He's smiling, he doesn't understand what you're saying," Oliver said.

Esme was surprised to hear that then she brought her face closer to Oliver "Is he mute and deaf?" He whispered as he looked into Oliver's eyes curiously.

Oliver was startled as the girl's face drew closer to his and he could see Esme's green eyes, both eyes that reminded him of someone.

DEG!! Oliver's heart skipped a beat as their eyes stared at each other "Don't get too close to me!" Oliver ordered coldly, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Why? Do I stink?" Esme asked innocently while smelling her clothes.

"But my nose is still normal and I don't smell my body," protested Esme.

"Eh… you didn't answer my question earlier!" Esme asked again.

Oliver didn't expect this girl, Esme, a girl who talks a lot and never keeps quiet for the past three days.

"Philips is normal, he can't speak French, he can only speak three languages. England, Germany, and Japan," Oliver explained.

"Wow. He's so great!, "What country is he really from?" Esme asked again curiously.

"Just like me, he's from Germany," Oliver replied.

Esme's eyes successfully rounded perfectly, she didn't think that Oliver wasn't from her country.

"But why are you so fluent in French?" Esme asked increasingly curious.

"Because I've been studying French for a long time," Oliver lied. Oliver was lying because he couldn't explain in detail that Oliver was well versed in the language of any country, it was easy for him to be fluent in just one language book, with his unmatched strength.

"No wonder at dinner last night at your mansion, so many dishes of typical German food," said Esme.

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Esme was already in front of her house, the narrow building she shared with her father. During the trip in the car, Esme continued to talk non-stop and Oliver made her very dizzy, occasionally Philps smiled lightly seeing his master so overwhelmed with Esme's ravings, he had never seen how his master was so patient with a girl. This girl is indeed very unique, different from other girls, Philips thought.

" Thank you well, you are very kind," Esme said very honestly.

"May I have your number?" Esme asked without awkwardness.

"For?" Ask Oliver

"If I have money, I will repay all your kindness later," Esme promised.

"I don't need your money!" Oliver said.

"Oh, yeah yeah. You are very rich. You trust me right?" the question

"It means?" Oliver asked with a confused expression.

"You didn't keep my number, what if I lied?" she asked.

"No problem, I can easily find you"

"Right. We should meet often. Okay !" Esme said seriously.

"Why? Are you starting to like me?" Oliver asked sarcastically.

"Yes. When I'm near you I feel calm because the ghosts don't dare to approach me, they even run scared when they see you," said Esme.

Oliver did not expect the answer that came from the girl did not match what he thought, Oliver rubbed his forehead because he was tired of dealing with Esme who was so talkative.

"It seems that you have a blessing from God, to have a perfect life and also have extraordinary strength," Esme praised sincerely.

"You talk too much! I have another appointment, are you done talking?" Oliver asked looking for an excuse for the girl to stop talking.

"Yeah, I forgot I was in front of the house. Thank you, Oliver," said Esme

" Thanks " to you, Philips," Esme said in English only she knew.

Philips just nodded and smiled.

After Esme said goodbye, Oliver's car drove fast. There was silence without the chatter that was heard along the way when Esme was with him.

Oliver smiled briefly without realizing it and the pair of eyes behind the rearview mirror saw it. Philips was happy when his Master smiled because of the girl.

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