Abbysca Transmigration

If the Time Has Passed, Beautiful Memories Will Feel Painful

It was late afternoon. At that time the weather felt a little hot, it also made Abby and Juna spend quite a long time in the restaurant with a natural feel earlier.

As Abby expected, the museum looks rather deserted. Maybe because it's not a holiday. The pair of brothers entered the main door with light steps after passing by the two guards who stood obediently by the door.

Rather than a museum that perpetuates the history of the struggle of the ancestors of a country, the building they incandescent is more like a relic of the European nation. Visible from the shape of the building that resembles a dome, large and tall pillars, as well as wall ornaments that are so distinctive with the characteristics of the continent there.

"I just found out there's a museum like this in the capital." Juna said as he looked around.

Abby turned her head, "isn't it usually like this?" to be honest, he was quite happy when he entered this place. Looking at all the things that are inside here is like reminding Abby of 'home'.

The man shook his head softly, "i'm not quite sure, but some of the museums I visited don't look like this."

Abby turned her face and began to approach some of the objects lined up there. His eyes were immediately fixed on a painting attached to the wall, right in front of him.

If you look at it for a moment, there is nothing strange or strange about the painting. Just an ordinary natural scenery, a stretch of green hills under the night sky that looks bright. There is a full moon that is so perfectly round, with a slightly reddish yellow color.

But the thing that makes Abby contemplate is, a shady tree with a fairly short branch is there. The shadow is so clear because of the reflection of the moonlight. The woman squinted her eyes as she continued to look at the tree.

"You're here again?"

A young woman who had since the afternoon rested comfortably under the tree looked up, then found a handsome young man standing looming in front of her.

The woman snorted before looking down again to continue her work. "Hasn't the training been over since? besides, I'm not on any errands right now." He was so good at finding answers.

The young man wearing a knight outfit complete with his robe frowned in surprise but said nothing. The next second, he took an empty spot beside the woman. And in the end, the two sat side by side on the dry grass, under the shade of the tree.

A rough sigh rang out several times from his mouth, making the similarly-looking female unable to not turn her head.

"What's wrong with you?" ask the girl.

The young man did not immediately reply, but only remained silent for a few minutes while looking far ahead, at the green expanse of grass. "It must be hard for you."

The woman's long hair fluttered by the wind as she stared at her 'chairman' with such a complicated look. For a long time he looked at the young man, until he was seen to turn his head, the woman did not intend to turn her face at all.

"Duke Greer assigned his first son to the border as punishment for having tarnished the family's good name, also reneging on his loyal promise to his own fiancee. In addition, he was also not allowed to go home before the unrest and poverty there was resolved." The young man was so at home as he looked at the woman who was trying to toughen up in front of him, "Duke Greer appreciates you so much, but it's a pity that his son is so ignorant."

As her eyes blurred with tears, the woman immediately turned her face the other way. With her hands clenched together at the sides of the body, she cursed her weak self when faced with such a cheap problem. He was quite sorry for having used 'heart' back then.

"And Alice.."

The woman's body froze when she heard the name of someone she had been avoiding so much lately.

"He was demoted from his post because he had tarnished the good name of the knight. And none of the noble families want it now." Continue the young man.

Those two people had gained karma for betraying and hurting him so deeply. Anything he can forgive except treason. That's something he can't tolerate.

"Trust will not return if it has been betrayed." The young man said after a few seconds of silence. His net back to look at the woman who now looks reluctant to just look at him.

Her hands were raised to rub the woman's gentle mane that was waist-length, "you are the most powerful woman I've ever met." The young man drew closer and cupped the beautiful face of the woman who was crying, then rubbed his thumb there. "Don't be too late in grief! they don't deserve your tears."

"Abby!"

"Abby!"

Abby gasps when her body is shaken and finds Juna who is now looking at her worriedly. "Ka.ka."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? why crying?" juna asked while wiping the tears that did not stop flowing on his sister's cheeks. "You sick?"

Abby was in her place, with tears growing. Before long, the cry turned into an unbearable sobbing. Abby sniffed while holding tightly to the end of her brother's clothes.

"It's okay, I'm here. Everything's gonna be okay." Juna said as he rubbed his sister's back and head gently. Her net accidentally stared at the painting that made Abby cry while looking at her.

Inwardly, Juna wondered. What's with the painting? he found nothing but a simple sight. His face lowered to look at Abby who was crying bitterly. "Don't worry me!"

. . .

"Will he like it?" For lifting a black jewelry box, inside there is a ring and bracelet. The shape is quite simple, but even if you look at it, you will know that the jewelry is made of pure diamonds.

Unlike usual where Gara will continue to busy himself with work while in his office, this time the man looks relaxed and a bit lethargic. But even so, the look on his face was exactly like he was looking for a way out in the internal problems in his company.

"Or did I just give you that?" netraya glanced at a small glass box containing a white ivory woman's watch. "But I've never seen him wear a watch." His forehead was wrinkled, looking so dizzy. Though he was just thinking about what good thing he gave to Abby for the birthday gift of the woman.

Mahen, who had been standing for thirty minutes behind Gara, seemed to close his eyes as he exhaled softly. For the first time in his life, Mahen wanted Gara to be enraged and give him a mountain of duties rather than be relieved like this.

Yes, in order to find the best gift for the bettor's fiancee who will have a birthday tomorrow, Gara free Mahen from everything

the form of work that the man should be doing.

Countless times have Mahen picked up the phone or just went down to the first floor to receive expensive items that come in the name of Gara.

"What do you think? what does he like better among these things?" ask Gara with an innocent flat face.

Mahen forced her sweet smile despite being busy cursing. What are some? Mahen was even convinced that there were more than thirty items of various sizes beautifully decorated in this room.

"I think Miss Abbysca would love anything you give, sir." Mahen answered with all his heart. For God's sake, he felt twice as dizzy as he faced the behavior of Gara who was a slave to love than when the man became a demon of command.

Because a little down then said softly, "your answer is one hundred percent right if it is first. Yet now, I even had to fight hard to regain his trust."

The bright atmosphere created in the room suddenly dimmed, replaced with a gripping air filled with pain. Mahen was quite sorry for having said that.

Because he breathed slowly, then leaned his body on the head of the chair he was sitting in. "I'd love to go back in time."

The time where Abby was so passionate when fighting for it.

The time when Abby blatantly declares her love.

The time where there was only a bright twinkle in Abby's eyes while looking at her.

The time where Gara was supposed to greet Abby's love more quickly, also appreciated every effort she put in for her.

May my name remain in your heart, Abbysca.

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