Dark Princess

Denise Varon

I'm not shy either. In the past, I was always relaxed at their home when visiting.

"Can I have breakfast, aunt? And may I invite a friend to join me?" I accepted the offer. Having breakfast with Drey over there will definitely make our conversation go formal. It took me longer to read the situation. Maybe during the meal, I'll find some clue to be able to win, if it's a war. For some reason, he did not seem dangerous, but in my eyes he was a bad person. If not evil what is its name? He could live a nice and quiet life while out there, there was a child who lost a lot of things including his identity. I decided to stay alert.

"of course. Come on, call him." I called Drey to come in and follow his steps to the dinner table. I looked around. And wonder if this place is usually occupied. Because their house is different, the house I used to visit often. Since there were no rumors about their relationship, I concluded that the house was not occupied. He must have stayed in their house. It is impossible for them to stay apart. But I don't know.

"Tante gets permission from om to occupy this house once a month. Think of it like a vacation. While waiting for someone to come home and stay here. This house is a aunt's request, the only legitimate precious thing aunty has. And this is enough. The dead will bring nothing to the grave. So this is enough. Can aunty's explanation answer your curiosity?" She looked at me with a graceful and elegant smile that never left her face. It seemed like he understood the meaning of the wrinkles on my face, like the questions that hung over asking to be answered.

"Oh, so. I was wondering Auntie, sorry..." My answer. He smiled again.

"Some workers take care of this house with a routine. They arranged for this house to be as if someone was occupying. Every time a aunt visits, everything is as ready as a house. If there are some parts that are still empty and airy, wait for the new residents to enter and decide what kind of decor will be..." He said while looking around. I wonder who the occupants are? But I decided not to ask. Seems too personal.

Drey came, we sat facing the food on the table. Typical dish of Kim family dishes, large quantities and assortment. Implies that they are abundant and do not want to appear deficient. Everything they wanted to eat was there.

We also enjoyed breakfast with a full menu. The meal was silent. We don't even talk. In that peace, I made good use of my time to learn about the situation.

Then we went back to the sofa, facing the tea dishes. Drey returned to the guard position.

"Earnest's... Now you can ask anything. I will answer as best I can. But there is one request. Let Jade be in the dark forever..." I'm stunned. Didn't expect the statement he issued directly to the point. What the fuck? That easy? Then my guess is right! My anger's bubbling. She's a really bad girl. I've been painstakingly arranging sentences to properly interview her in order to get the information I want. He began, with that.

"Tante is very grateful to you. You can't imagine how happy aunt is that Jade met a guy like you. But this isn't what Auntie wants Earnest. Auntie doesn't want you to take Jade to her past. Did he want this?" I want it to feel like cursing. He talks like we've told him about this and I know what he knows. Shouldn't it start with the introduction first?

I'm trying to control myself. Hundreds of questions bombarded my mind and I didn't know which one to say first. My emotions are mixed. Real angry. Could he have spoken so calmly after everything that happened to Jade? But calm Earnest. There must be something you don't know. Calm. I tried to calm myself down. Follow what he wants.

"real aunt. Jade asked for help from me."

"How far did you get that information? Nope. Let aunt ask this first. Do you love him?" I can't stem my anger. He spoke as if he had the right to interrupt Jade's life.

"Why should I answer aunt's question? What's aunt's connection to Jade?" My voice's up. He looks emotional but manages to stay calm. Even though her tears broke.

"You're right. Aunty has absolutely no right to know about him, right?" She spent a few moments trying to stop her crying. Yes, absolutely not entitled. I murmured in my heart.

"Jade asked me to investigate his past first before answering my proposal. It was the only thing he wanted to happen, to discover who he was. He forgot everything until he was 10 years old. The day he was left alone in the church garden. But auntie should know. His condition is getting worse. Something's wrong with Jade and I don't know how to describe it. I'm trying to put the pieces together and form a story, but not sure if it's real or not. He decided to write a story after quitting his job. Long story, if aunty wants to know can ask Gaia, what has happened..." He didn't look surprised. It made me even more convinced that he was the one who put Jade to work on Gaia Wear. She just looked at me with the occasional attempt to ease her cries.

"The stories written by Jade are scary. Pieces of the story are written over and over again in various versions, and none of the stories are beginning and ending. Neither one is finished. I could see that he was confused himself. There is only a passionate desire to pour the same story many times. Without realizing it, this behavior is not normal. So far there are 19 stories. About the children in a kingdom, slaughtered, there are kings, white angels, black angels and others. Auntie must know, she's been visiting the church park more lately. A very strong urge was within him to find something. But at the same time, he was terrified, as if the story behind the mystery of his lost life was something truly terrifying. He's very restless. His eating and sleeping were disturbed. We even visited a doctor to get a sleeping pill..." I read sorrow and sorrow in the water of his face. Is that the romance of a mother who abandoned her child? If he's sad, why now? What is behind this heartless attitude?

"What happened aunt? What's your relationship? And why was the DNA report pulled?" The crying is even more so.