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“Miss Tiffany Morgan Luttrell. Sometimes when I call her, Anie, she would smile. Her smile is sweeter than the strawberries in her father’s estate. I’m speechless. With her brown hair, beautiful and calm green eyes and soft, smooth fair skin, Tiffany is the symbol of an enchanted local English maiden,” thought Seree Mikail, a Malay foreigner farmer with neat, short, black and spiky hair, brown eyes, tall muscular body and skin a little darker than that of Tiffany’s.
Tiffany looked too elegant when she passed him digging with a hoe. Gown with smocking embroidery in front of her chest and the wrists parts were decorated with delicate pink ribbon, matching her unfold gown. Her body looked perfect wearing a corset and her waist was tied tightly so that she looked more slender. She also wore a tiny hat decorated with a net which was deliberately placed slanted on her head.
She glanced at him once in a while without saying a word. She was hiding below the shade of her white parasol.
Seree buried a few seeds into the holes he dug. He was wearing only an old pair of shoes and gloves, long, dirty brown pants and a long-sleeved brown shirt. He caught Tiffany glancing quickly at him. “Hey, Anie. What are you doing here today?” Seree finally asked, stopped digging.
Tiffany squeezed her fingers and blushed red. She smiled and answered, “Umm. Nothing much. Just enjoying the clean air and beautiful sight.”
“I see. Aren’t you bothered at all by the bad stench of these horses and cows manures and my sweat?” he asked again, smiling slightly.
“Nope. I love the smell,” she replied and giggled.
Seree laughed a little. “Well, I think Mr Luttrell would not like the smell,” he said.
“He wouldn’t mind. I’m his only child. He won’t be mad at me,” she replied with full confidence and smiled sweetly at Seree.
Seree blushed and looked up in the sky. “You’ve grown fast, Anie.”
Tiffany was confused. “What do you mean? Don’t we all grow chasing time?” she asked, bending her back and knees a little.
“I don’t want to tell you,” Seree answered and continued digging more holes and planting more seeds in the row.
Tiffany followed. “Aww. Come on, tell me what it is please.” she begged. She whirled her parasol.
Seree stopped and sighed. “Fine. But you must leave after I tell you because I don’t want Mr. Luttrell to be angry at me for not finishing my work before dawn.” Seree replied.
“Never mind, stingy.” She teased with a sour face.
Seree sighed again. “Okey. I’ll tell you. Maybe I said so because you are sixteen now, already smart playing with eye movements and meaningful smiles. The Anie for the first time I met was ten is blooming into a beautiful and polite maiden,” he answered while staring into space. “My life haven’t changed much,” he added.