Please be alert-
A poster that is less interesting to read, a pair of eyes had time to read some of the letters. Ren didn't need to be reminded about bears as that information was pretty general. Then immediately the right thumb finger scrolls up the screen.
“New villa open for BnB lodging services near views of Loch Tay and Tay forest park. Let's try to arrange a reservation now!” Ren muttered as her heart jumped for joy while reading a brochure on the internet before putting the phone back into her pocket. Accompanied by two friends who had been separated since elementary school in Wales, Ren wandered the streets. "Hopefully according to the picture,"
"Hey my hand is on the verge!" grumbled Grunt Wilchard. His hands tightened holding two heavy weights, plus the bag on his back. His sweat dripped down through his sharp chin dripping as if without pause, he had difficulty adjusting the rhythm of his breath. The yellow T-shirt "The Bro always being sacrifice" he was wearing was wet as if it had been in a sudden rain, while the short jeans only made it difficult for the man's steps, they seemed too small. Somehow the writing on his shirt really - really reflects him at this time.
Unfortunately the two women who walked right in front of him ignored. They turned to the view of the forest where the plains rose on the left, or the cliffs that were not too steep, grassy and sparse trees on the right.
"Ren, we should go down there if we want to relax a bit?" Sistine Brunes point on just to the right, but not at the crag of grass, but a sweep of blue that separates the other plains of grass. "Loch Tay Lake. The breeze, you know!?" She took off her sunglasses, blinked a moment.
His male friend who was behind him growled even more, especially when the sun was not too hot and emitted an orange light that overshadowed the three people. They were filled with worries.
"Sounds like a great idea, Sis. But we'd better find an inn first." Ren Shiomi chimed in in a friendly tone.
This Asian Scottish woman, tossing her black hair glistening with the heat. The mediator between the two friends that like oil and water, she looked back with a worried face and thought, Grunt, poor two of our tote bags.
"Hey, hey don't ignore me, please!" grumbled Grunt. He released his hand so that the sound of the bag dropping made the two women stop and turn to him. "Even though the Perthsire highlands are blowing, when the load is heavy, it's hot and tiring, you know!"
Perthsire highlands, one of the Scottish areas which is used as a mainstay of tourists to relax. Green scenery that spoils the eye, or Tay Forest Park which is home to a flock of dense and tall pine trees. The long Loch Tay lake is also used commercially for crossings to Remony by ferry. Many inns sell views of the mountains or small islands, even cheaper than England. A dynamic and balanced tourist spot, not too quiet, not even crowded. The object is pocket friendly and suitable for anyone, except for those who have problems with two women.
But it must be admitted, walking on the edge of the asphalt which is not too wide, wandering near the forest at dusk does invite a few questions. The trio actually went through many inns, but one woman disagreed on trivial matters.
"Be a man who should be a man, duh!" Sistine grumbled. She frowned together with her eyes shining sharply, sharp as an eagle.
The two youngsters were in action, approaching each other to debate their arguments. Ren, whether permanent bad luck or a curse, has always tried hard to reconcile the two.
"Listen to me." Grunt looked into Sistine's blue-gray eyes, and said curtly, "We've been walking on this road for three hours since we got out of the taxi. Meanwhile, I'm not only walking, but carrying like two toddler weights . It's getting late, haven't even found lodging yet we passed three places earlier. Don't you have a drop of conscience as a woman, Sis?"
His explanation made sense, but Ren didn't want to disappoint her old friend. Moreover, the three of them had just been reunited in college, since being separated for 10 years. Ren knew from childhood that her best friend Sistine was too strict and detailed in making preparations. Ren always tried to choose words that didn't make Sistine's blood boil.
"That's why you were almost a gentle man before the madman exploded! I told you it's too expensive! Three hundred pounds a day for a country villa? Seriously! At that price I could get better facilities and that's in London, Birdnest!" behind the Sistine protests. Nerves started popping up at his temples, his blood sizzling to the point that his face went crazy.
Everyone he knew called him "Birdnest" because of his special brown afro hair. Not circular, but flat round like a nest. His body is quite athletic even though his muscles arose not because of the gym, but voluntarily porting his friend's goods. He actually didn't like being called "Birdnest" unless it made the woman he liked feel close, Sistine. And over time, eventually get used too.
Despite his frequent bickering, he never had any intention of winning an argument. He just wanted her to understand his position.
Meanwhile, Sistine, a typical woman who is stiff and craves to be effective and efficient. Two words that sound productive, but who would have thought it would produce a stupid brain that not everyone is comfortable with. Even so, she also did not intend to win alone. Sometimes something that is good for her, can not be considered good by others, whether her best friend or the man she loves secretly.
A strange couple like an oil and water, never got along and had different roles since the time of their ancestors.
"Fighting here doesn't solve the problem," Ren said softly, she looked at them one by one. "Right now the most important thing is we have to get lodging, Sis. And Grunt, please be patient a little,"
“But, Ren...” Sistine protested slightly.
"I agree with your opinion, but we have to consider the others as well." She held Sistine's shoulder advising her, "There's no way London inns can jump to Scotland, can they? Besides that the inns around Pertshire do sell some of the top views in Scotland. We're all here to paint landscapes, after all, aren't we?"
Ren's tone, which sounded motherly, was always easy to separate the tussle of words between the two people, not to mention Sistine's grumpiness. Sistine is a woman who was adopted into a wealthy family. Even so, she has principles of effective and efficient life. Sistine is a typical human being who is very selective. Her pickiness arises because of two elements. Due to her wealth, Sistine had tried almost every inn in Britain and thus had a wide range of comparative references.
"Yeah, you're right," she said understandingly.
While Grunt, without needing to be lectured more. As if he really understood the contents of a woman's heart which is easily fragile, now he has to bother his arms a little longer. His brain is made to think positively, maybe at this time he is like doing the gym twice as long.
They immediately stepped back up the asphalt road while paying attention to the left side. Perhaps there is an inn they should not miss. Sistine glanced back slightly, looking at the man pitifully even though her attitude was hard to be honest.
Meanwhile, Ren was muttering to herself, calling out to the powerhouse so that they would immediately be met with an inn that met Sistine's criteria. Not because her best friend was nagging again, but because to be honest Ren's budget was barely enough.
In contrast to Sistine's fate, Ren is a hard worker who dreams of the fate of overseas in Scotland. Starting in Wales, Ren regretted going to England during high school because the fees were expensive. After staying in college for five years, she finally settled in Scotland. Ren has become an independent woman after deciding to leave the orphanage.
Not long after the argument earlier, or about less than 3 minutes on foot, their eyes fell on a magnificent villa. Accompanied by pine trees as if like a king's bodyguard clustered behind.
"Finally! Finally!" Grunt kissed his left and right shoulder full of emotion. "Finally you rest my friend!"
"You are crazy!" Sistine's comment was caustic, but her tone was subtle. Even the expression on her face looked relieved and a little happy.
The closer their steps, now the asphalt is open to another asphalt path. The path was surrounded by a grass fence, the ground rising and leading to the villa. They did not hesitate to take that path.
A sturdy white villa that is wide and majestic. The roof tiles are sloping, from a distance the shape of the roof is a trapezoid. Six chimneys were visible, and the windows were human height.
The yard that looks like it can be used as a car park, is wide and free. It wides were as wide as Ren's worry because the villa looked much nicer than the three places they passed before. Obviously it should be more expensive, but according to Ren, it's impossible for her to refuse because it might be the only villa that can be found without having to risk traveling for hours on feet.
But ever since they stopped to admire the beauty of the building for a while, they heard other footsteps that had just stopped.
Long pants and a dark double breasted jacket with yellow buttons, a gray vest and a white shirt with black stripes, a dapper man carrying a suitcase and looking around then looking at his cell phone. The man had a worried face but looked as if he was not serious because of his lazy eyes.
"Hm? Am I lost?" he said calmly, while brushing his bangs.
"Um...excuse me?" Ren said to him, smiling.
ns 172.69.59.172da2
and then Add to home screen.