Love Barrels And Werewolves

Like 30 Years Ago

Today great news came in the Kingdom of Fantasiana. The elders gathered, facing off against the queen and the prince who were seated looking down respectfully in front of them.

"So, have you finally decided to marry Princess Irly right away?" ask one of the elders who was immediately agreed by Aira. "Goodoo. Faster is better."

Beside Aira, Queen Seril looked at her son wistfully. He knew that Aira didn't want this wedding very much. But he also can't do much. As long as Fantasiana was fine, it seemed like they should be willing to let go of some things. Happiness included.

It was a tough decision for Aira. Not without cause, but this is the only condition of Irly so that Laras really not bothered anymore.

Marry Irly, and become the next King of Fantasiana.

***

Meanwhile, in a small house on the edge of the forest.

The barrel was still lying unconscious. His face was pale, the wounds from the impact of the rock while drifting in the river had already begun to dry up. The woman's hand was cold, the ears seemed to be clogged with large pebbles. To the extent that he did not hear as much as whatever the people around him were calling.

Silent, dark, lonely. That is what women with empty hearts feel. A huge hole was created between his memories.

Luckily, it seems that the efforts of the people there are paying off after the last few days. Slowly fingers Laras move. The eyes that were closed yesterday are now open.

"He's up!" peeking Kinan, the woman whose eyes were puffy and big like a panda.

Slowly the eyes blink. His ears began to catch the sound faintly. But once he woke up, what was more painful was a great headache. Like there's a hammer beating the cranium.

The barrel grimaced, his hand reflexively holding the aching part of the head.

"Wheel. Lie down." Kinan helps Laras. "Thank God you were aware. I was very worried," he continued, as Laras slowly came to a realization of the circumstances around him.

"How long have I fainted, Kinan?"

"Three days and four nights."

Hearing him made Laras speechless. He didn't expect to sleep that long. But he was also too tired to wake up. After making everyone worried, the thought of wanting to return unconscious self only to face Laras.

Aware of the state of Laras, Kinan tightly grasped the woman's hand. "What's going on, Laras? Why fainted for days?"

The barrel still flinched for a moment. He soon looked. "How did you find me?"

"How's what? You passed out in the house for days, Laras," Kinan explained.

Impaling Kinan's answer, Mr. Darto who stood behind added. "It was then that Kinan came here and saw you silent from the gap of the wall. He immediately came to the village and asked for our help," explained the man who was immediately agreed by Kinan.

"It was fortunate that there was a gap in that wall, Laras. I can't imagine you fainted for days by yourself." Kinan started crying again. I don't know how many tears he's shed over the last few days.

But Laras justteru smiled. "Stranquilo, Kinan. After this I'll close the gap on that wall."

The Barrel's answer was immediately glared at by Kinan. Of course, his worry was not playful, but his friend could still respond jokingly.

But still, there is nothing more important than this.

"You really don't remember what happened?" ask Kinan while feeding food to Laras.

The reason Laras gave made Kinan tickle. Although it is undeniable that he no longer cares about it. Most importantly, his friend is fine.

While Laras and Kinan were still talking, someone came rushing in from outside. His breathing was dull, as if he was chasing something.

"Where is Laras? I heard he's conscious?"

Laras and Kinan looked over. Apparently the win came with some parcels in hand.

"Oh, Win? The barrel was already conscious," Kinan said, "by the way, did you get the medicine ordered?"

Win who was still bored immediately nodded. He lifted the medicine package. "I got it."

As things slowly improved, Laras preferred to stay in his small hut. Did not accept Kinan or Win's offer to stay together. Of course, what to worry about after decades of living there?

The day changed, the sun and moon changed positions several times.

Since that incident, not much has changed with Laras' life. The woman was still planting flowers, then selling them as usual.

As of now, the seeds he had planted some time ago began to grow. The barrel smiled happily, while the fertilizer was already at hand.

But when he was about to water the fertilizer on the plant, suddenly his heart ached. The blood clots inside there are as if something is pinching. Even lonely tears flowed from the corner of Laras' eyes.

Not wanting to be dissolved by the feeling that made him confused, Laras chose to immediately finish the job and rest. But as he passed through the cots under the catapult tree, long strands came out. He did not sit there, choosing another chair beside the field even though it was worn out.

Pensive barrel under clear sky. His feelings felt empty, although there should be nothing less than him. Until he was still unmoved, a man sat beside him without excuse.

"What are you thinking?" Instantly Laras turned his head. Apparently Mr. Darto came. "Sometimes senseless events do come in life" the man continued.

Hearing him Laras just listened. He did not understand at all the words that Mr. Darto gave.

After a while the man looked. "You, didn't lose your memory, did you?"

Instantly Laras sculpting. His heart was pinched, his eyes were hot. Her lips were bitten to ward off the tears that almost escaped.

"What do you mean, Father? Sure didn't. I even still recognize Mr. Darto as the village head here" Laras said.

"Not that." The words of Mr. Darto are paused. The man sighed, before finally continuing, "About Lion. You haven't forgotten anything about him, have you?"

Suddenly the heart pounded. Not a beat like when he fell in love, but a huge gaping wound vibration.

The woman there turned her eyes upwards. His eyes closed for quite a while. To the point of being uncontrollable, tears flowed down. Laras crying.

"Already expected," said Mr. Darto with an anxious and disappointed tone.

While Baras, he only realized one thing. Where did Mr. Darto know that Lion wanted to erase his memory?

But as if the old man there already knew what Laras meant, he immediately explained. "30 years ago, something like this happened." He let out a rough breath, as if a stifling memory just flashed. "I should have known right away when I found the strangeness in Lion's hair."