Future Princesses
02
My body feels very light, cold as the wind I can feel back. Ahh enjoy life.
...Hey wait, I'm not dead!...
I slowly opened my eyelids, a beautiful word that could be thought of in my cerebellum.
The Turaba where I lay right now feels like a feather yet rough? this is indeed grass.
I stood up as I ran by stretching out my hands.
...Am I still alive? or is this called heaven?...
I don't know. Now if I'm still alive, don't I have to find the nearest settlement from here?
There is only grassland here! An endless meadow.
My eyes were focused on the place where I had awakened earlier. I approached the faint tree faintly giving off a colorful light.
My hands touched the tree, the longer the light became brighter as if to order me to close my eyelids.
..."I'll grant you your wish, and be me..."...
I faintly heard a soft whisper echoing in my ears.
"Whatchu mean? and who are you?" I screamed with eyes that refused to open.
As soon as my body seemed to fall from a height, I wanted to scream but my mouth could not make a sound.
Is this what's going on? The pain, the heat burning my skin, even my internal organs felt the same way. I wanted to scream but again my voice couldn't come out.
The pain grew even more as the memories of the foreign memories entered through. Slowly my consciousness began to fade with the pain that slowly disappeared.
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"Hiks..hiks.." a slow crying voice began to sound loud in my ears. Like the sound of crying for those in mourning? but who died?
My eyelids slowly opened, my body that had felt very light and fit, now became very heavy and of course pain and pain began to feel all over my body.
I felt a slight shock from where I was lying at the moment. Both of my hands fumbled around, because of the pitch blackness I could only rely on my sense of touch "this place is too narrow to be categorized as a room" my inner self.
I tried to scream but what came out was just a slow groan from my mouth. I did not lose my mind knocking my hand on the wooden wall that was still faithfully shaking along with the increasingly hysterical sound of crying.
"A a I me heard it" shouted one from the outside in a brick-and-rasp voice typical of people who had been crying for quite a while.
"A son is still alive in he's alive" he cried again but now sounded more excited.
"Sister don't talk like that huhuhu" said one with a crying voice that sounded made.
"Ahhh just a crazy person who believes in such a sound of crying" my inner self as I continued to knock the wood swaying and hoping that there was a sensitive person to immediately get me out of here, really my stomach feels in a stir.
"Khlaskan Lili brother she's gone" continued the woman with a crying voice made earlier.
"No! My Lilies are still alive" he shouted "Open the coffin right now I want to bring my Lilies home!" It screamed again which sounded like a command tone.
I blinked my eyes now begin to see clearly the figure of a foreign figure crying sobbing. Running he approached and hugged my weak body tightly, strangely not the pain I felt but the warmth that was so soothing that unconsciously my tears came out by themselves.
"Mother take me home" I said weakly as my vision began to blur. Dark is the only thing that can describe what I feel right now.
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The sunlight that barged in forced me to open my eyelids. Again with the atmosphere and a foreign place, where am I really?
The ornaments of the building are very beautiful but look very outdated, eleven twelve is almost similar to the filming location of a colossal drama.
I slowly lifted my body and leaned back, sitting while my eyes were still focused on a room that was quite large and did not look too luxurious.
Even in my eyes this is an unworthy residence, unless he is a very poor man or equivalent to a middle-class servant.
"Go!" shouted a familiar woman from outside the room.
Instantly my attention was on the door that seemed to want to escape from the torment, because if the door was alive he would feel very upset and in pain because it was treated with great discomfort.
Brak!
A very loud sound and the door's prayer. Because at this time the flat wood with beautiful carvings has turned into several irregular pieces.
I shifted my focus from the door. Now I look at the man who is standing right in front of me.
His dashing body was a face that looked resolute with lines of wrinkles that began to cover his handsome face. But that does not mean that he does not look handsome at the moment, but age has begun to cover this beautiful face in front of me.
I turned my gaze to look at a woman who seemed to cry bitterly. Her face looks still very pretty with a wrinkle line that is not so visible.
His body looks very weak and thin.
And I take another look at the mother and daughter couple who look shitty. Beautiful indeed, but from the outside it already looks like a very cunning woman.
"Father just don't get angry anymore" said the cunning girl.
"It's a pity don't get angry anymore, maybe you didn't mean to lie to you with fake news of death, and a failed funeral" Add the sly mother in a seductive tone while swaying spoiled in the hands of the man standing before me at this moment.
"Lili" said the man weakly, his eyes seemed to radiate a deep sadness but did not change the slightest face of firmness and flat expression.
I just kept petrifying while digesting what happened.
"Lili dear is mother" said the woman who had been crying sobbing approaching my bed and dropping her body on the floor while holding my hand.
Her thin, trembling hands felt very warm but also made my heart very sick due to the terrible condition of her body.
"Mother" called me with a trembling voice, and I could not feel my tears flowing. Either because of pity or indeed because of a very deep longing.
"Am I your father" said the cold-faced man in an awkward tone but implied longing in his gaze.
I looked at this man who claimed to be my father with disdain. How not? Even on his arm was a swinging ape.
It reflects when he is an unfaithful man, because it is not enough with one woman.
