Love Barrels And Werewolves

The Past is Distressing

The sky today looks like it's having fun. There are no clouds, only a blue expanse that looks charming. The beautiful weather is just to lie underneath.

But for a man in love, the beauty of the sky above is not comparable to how charming a woman he had seen. The woman who gave up both her thighs to be the focus of the head.

Lion lying on Laras' thigh. If he could, he would look at the woman without blinking.

"Aren't you this pretty?" said Lion.

The barrel that was wiping the boy's hair on his lap momentarily stopped and nodded. "You just realized?"

Hearing him made Lion smile widely. "I'm just astonished. Though with your face, you can get the most handsome man here."

"What a handsome man would make me fall in love with a werewolf like you."

"You don't mind?" Lion asked carefully.

Quickly Laras shook his head. "I don't mind."

Instantly, the flowers blooming in the fields seemed to move into the hearts of two beings who were being drunk with romance. Butterflies seem to fly. The quiet atmosphere becomes a time that is not to be missed. If they could, they wanted to stop at the same second.

Moments of deep gazes intertwined between Laras and Lion. For the umpteenth time, both lips intertwine in love. Until after the kiss came off, Lion smiled looking at Laras' reddened face.

"By the way, Barrel." Lion's sentence stopped. While his eyes continued to look at the woman who chimed in with a question expression. The man continued, "You don't miss your parents?"

Suddenly, Baras fell silent. He was pensive, his heart was like being pinched. The eyes that had returned Lion's gaze immediately turned to any direction. He looked up, not wanting tears to fall again just because he thought of two figures who had been missing in the world.

Seeing Laras behave like that, Lion felt bad. He wanted to get up and check, but the woman there had already prevented him.

"Stay lying. I just need a minute" Laras said with a trembling voice.

There was no choice for Lion but to comply. Even the sorry word that almost came out back he swallowed. He just had to wait for Laras to sort out the feelings. Unexpectedly that simple question left a huge sense of guilt. This guy feels a little outrageous.

Until after some leaves fell to the ground, Laras finally looked back at Lion with slightly wet eyes. The woman smiled, as if she had made it out of a miserable memory.

"I miss you, of course" Laras replied after quite a while, "but what can I do but wish them happiness up there?" continued.

Lion is still flinching. He fell silent not knowing what kind of word was right to avenge Laras's confession. From the beginning he did not expect that the departure of the parents left a very deep wound for the woman.

When Laras returned to silence, his hand gently stroked the hair of the man who was still lying on his lap. He smiled, though deep down he felt a great longing.

"My mom and dad were very healthy, very rarely sick. Even if the pain is most just a common cold and will heal after two days," said Laras back to open the story. "Suddenly they were sick almost simultaneously. Not an ordinary pain, he said their stomachs felt like they were twisted, excruciating pain."

For a moment Laras gave a pause to take a long breath. Shortness will burst out whenever he remembers the moment, let alone try to tell it well.

After being able to calm the feeling enough, Laras continued. "Mother isn't strong, she left first. My father soon followed. They left a young girl who didn't know anything by herself."

Sad not to be arrested. Despite smiling, tears still force out of the eye.

Lion clasped Laras' hand. Put a cool finger on the man's cheek. "You must be very hurt" he said.

Lion's hand was getting tighter. Only from the eyes of Laras, he could already see if there was a line of sadness that was clearly drawn on the woman.

"Have your parents been poisoned?" ask Lion after a while.

Laras shook his head slowly. "Eitherway. He said the water we drank was dirty. That's what made their stomach hurt," she explained slightly, "but I was fine at the time. Even though the water that drinks is both from the river," he continued.

The hand that was holding it now turned on the slightly wet cheek Laras. Lion looked at the woman attentively. For the first time, he felt a wound that did not hit him.

"Is that why you always get rid of the trash in the river?"

Laras nodded. "Aren't I now like a clean water maniac?" he said half a joke with laughter.

Lion smiled, he also nodded in agreement with Laras' words. "You must indeed drink from good water, Baras."

For the first time, Laras didn't feel too hurt even after he scraped through that miserable past. Either because he is used to it, or because the presence of Lion makes his feelings much better. Regardless, Laras was feeling a little relieved now.

"By the way, how's your mother's face? Is she beautiful like you?" Lion again asked after Laras felt fine.

"She's even prettier than me."

Instantly Lion confirmed the position of the head, staring at Laras enthusiastically. "In that case, maybe I'll fall in love with your mother."

"Then my father will kill you right then and there!"

Both giggle. In retrospect, Laras could never smile when remembering his parents. But now, Lion's presence was like a star being sent to him. A bright star that will get rid of the darkness when night falls.

***

In a land where werewolves are.

A woman with a middle crown faced the elders there. Queen Seril lowered her head, listening to every suggestion and insults she continued to receive about her past.

"If you hadn't made that big mistake. Maybe we don't have to educate Aira as we do now" said one of those who looked most respected.

Queen Seril could only bow. Although the feeling of anger hit hard, he could not do anything when his favorite son was controlled by the elders.

"He's right" said the one sitting at the very end. "Aira must eliminate half of human nature in her."

Seril was silent. Pain has been gnawing for the past 30 years.

When Seril was still trying to be patient, suddenly the elder before him reopened an enormous wound.

"Aira must be a true werewolf. If the filthy blood of men still flows, we will do everything we can to get rid of it. Remember, Seril. It's all because of your stupidity to marry a human 30 years ago!"

The hand that was just trembling was now clasped tightly. Seril couldn't help but hurtful words like that anymore. If he can he wants to rebel, but must be detained because there is Aira that needs to be guarded.

After taking a deep breath, Seril slowly raised his head. "If it's, I'll be back."