Love Barrels And Werewolves

Competition Begins

The dark side of being in the moonlight is a romantic feel that is not what it should be.

From that night on, Laras' feelings became erratic. His heart often beats fast, the figure of the man in the house can no longer be separated from the view. However, it is a pity if for Lion it only stopped limited to the night at that time. Because nothing else happened after that. Neither deeds nor just words.

Like now, when the fields look beautiful because the flowers planted begin to grow.

Barrel out of the house with a plant sprinkler. The thing that was quite heavy, should have been carried by two people or at least the man behind it took over.

"Let me alone" said Lion who suddenly snatched the hollow bucket from Laras' hand. At first the woman refused, but Lion was faster. "It's heavy. You should have brought it in a smaller container."

Seeing the Lion pass by, Laras was silent for a moment. "Actually what the hell is he?" half of it muttered. However, the blushing cheeks seemed to say if this woman did not mind.

When Lion started watering the flowers, Laras unconsciously looked at the man unblinking. Instantly as if the world contained only the figure he looked at.

Sharp and beautiful eyes, high nose and pale skin even under the hot sun. Again a smile expands on the lips Laras. Until his gaze stopped on the lips of the man who looked very full. The memory of that night turned back to the head.

Suddenly Laras realized, he held the lips that felt warm. His face was flushed, while the head was immediately shaken.

"Why would I think of such a thing?" annoyed. Unwilling to be swept away in a heart that suddenly thumped, Laras rushed after Lion. Maybe work will make him forget.

But it seems true said people, the more trying to forget just the more remembered.

When Laras passes the Lion, the memory of the kiss under the moonlight re-emerges. Although he had tried to push away as hard as he could, in fact the warm sensation without a sound had already dominated.

Laras shook his head, patting him on the head to forget the ridiculous thing he did not want to remember. Too bad, the woman did not realize if the man who disturbed the mind had just observed.

"Is something wrong with your head?" lion asked when he saw Laras just standing up and shook his head a few times. As the woman there turned her head, the man continued, "I'm almost done with this."

Hearing him, Laras thaws. "Maybe he behaves as if nothing has happened" he murmured.

"You said something?"

"No! Looks like your head's in trouble." Laras shouted in annoyance, though he continued the work.

The woman picks up the scissors and begins to throw away the leaves that are song or rods that are rotting. Already his job, Laras never complained or even enjoyed it.

If you remember, it's been a dozen years since he was a child. Flowers and gardens are his life. Even when the world was destroyed, this place looked the same. That flash of thought brought Laras to memory years ago. When her parents were still there.

Unknowingly a small smile appeared between the gaping heart wounds. The heart is weak when it remembers the past too clearly.

Until when Laras was almost washed away in the past, a pink rose was already before him.

Laras was not so surprised, this had happened before. This time, he felt happier. Somehow, little things like bringing butterflies into the garden of the heart.

"What the fuck?" Barrel smiled, received a rose and turned around. "You picked him la-oh?" But his sparkling eyes instantly changed.

For the one who gives him a pink rose is not the man he wants. Except ....

"Win?" The barrel rises, cleaning a skirt full of dry soil. At first glance he glanced at Lion who looked indifferent. "What's up here?"

Laras just nodded, looking at the rose that did not know what it was going to do. Maybe if Lion who gave will be different again the story.

Until when Laras was still silent, a pair of steps suddenly stopped between them.

"It!" Lion handed the hoe to Win, making the man before Laras stare in confusion. "This. He said he wanted to help, "clearly.

Win's eyes glared, his hand smacking the Lion in case there was no Baras there. While Lion, he smiled in satisfaction.

"In addition, you have picked flowers that should be sold. So replace it by hoeing from here end to there," continued Lion while pointing to the row of field.

Sure, Win almost lost his temper. However, the existence of the puja woman again made him survive.

Win took the hoe from Lion's hand. "You think I can't do it? See later, Laras will rely on me more," he said confidently.

In an instant, an unplanned competition occurred between the two men. Win with attention seekers full of began to decompose the ground with a hoe, while Lion did not want to lose by not only watering flowers, but also weeds.

"Hey! Why are you watering it? You want to harvest some grass?" laras Protest.

Hearing him made Lion feel embarrassed, while Win certainly felt happy to see the incident.

But not only the Lion who was too excited, the land that should have been hoeed for three meters was now doubled. The line stretches far back.

"Win! Who told you to go that far?" Laras screeched, the annoyance clearly visible on his face.

This time the smiling Lion happily, inwardly said 'feel' to Win who appeared to be apologizing clumsily.

"What's this for?" Frustrating barrel. Although still continuing the work that was delayed earlier. "Indeed, I feel helped, but why are they alone," he continued monologuing.

As work continued, the sun gradually descended from the quarrel.

Win had gone home, while Lion and Laras were also preparing for dinner.

On top of the cot, Lion cut the seasoning with a matted face. "Curtain! What the fuck gives flowers like that. It's so shady," he said, who I'm wearing.

"I heard!" tymbal Barrel from the front of the furnace, "why? Didn't you also pick the roses I was supposed to sell?"

Lion looked over at a glance, his lips raised a sulking sign. Wordless, this man chose silence instead of explaining his dislike of Win.

Before long Laras came to put the fish that had been clean on the cots. "Be careful when I pick my flowers again! You have to pay for it."

***

While behind the mountains, a place filled with ice and snow. A white-haired wolf suddenly turned into a dashing man with a scar under his eyes.

"It seems that Prince Aira is indeed among humans," he reported to the woman who appeared to be smiling with satisfaction.

The woman there squinted, a clear view glaring deep in the air. "Isn't this getting interesting?"