Love Barrels And Werewolves

Lion

"Fire," said Lion calmly. While Laras still does not understand. The woman just stared at the question. "My only weakness is fire. You can use it to protect yourself." The werewolf continued.

The barrel regulates the breath to calm down. His heart is still beating. "You mean I can kill you with fire?"

Hearing that Lion chuckled. His head shook before stopping to look at Laras. "Excess if you kill. But at least fire can weaken my strength." The man explained.

While Laras was on guard all night, the sound of chicken crowing was heard loudly. It was morning, even the sun had gone up a quarter of the contest.

A woman sat with her eyes closed, while both hands were vigilantly grasping the wood ready to be burned by a match beside the bed. Outside the room, the man who became the acaman Laras then fell asleep very soundly. At least until the loud bang of the door made him wake up.

Barrels out with a tangled face, tired eyes as if forced to stay up all night. He snorted, annoyed at the guests who came early in the morning. It was already quite afternoon for the farmer.

Open the door with a bang, especially when you see who is coming. "Win?" Laras. "What's coming in the morning?"

But instead of replying, Win instead pulled Baras out quickly. Makes the woman shocked. "You're okay?" tanyanya while pointing arrows at foreign men who still look tired.

"Whatchu mean? I'm fine" said Laras, breaking free from Win's hand.

While Win did not listen, he continued to look at Lion who also returned his gaze.

"He didn't hurt you?" win asked after taking off a look with the foreign man inside. Answering that question, Laras nodded. The woman wanted to immediately end the conversation and continue to sleep until noon. 

"But last night I heard-"

Laras hurriedly silenced Win's mouth, not letting the man continue his unfinished sentence. "You hear what? huh uh?" He looked at Win sharply. "That's it. You better go," drive Laras while pushing Win's body hard.

Not yet going, Win tried to invite Laras to talk, but it did not work, because the woman the pujaan had already closed the door tightly.

Inside, Laras sighed quite long. Your back is placed on a door that is closed. "Why am I worried about Lion?" she said, not realizing that across the table Lion continued to look at her with a smile. "What's? Don't smile at me like that!"

But instead of stopping, Lion just chuckled a little. Making Laras give him the sharpest look. He shook his head, feeling guilty already made the woman behind the door upset.

Unwilling to linger with Lion, Laras rushed into the room. Grasping firewood and matches. They did make a deal last night, but he still can't calm down.

The restless feeling that included Laras led him to a deep sleep, making up for the tiredness of staying up all night. Although Laras knew, there was a danger that might occur if he melted himself.

***

Time seemed to run slowly, but only three days passed since Laras accommodated Lion in his house.

A meal for breakfast is arranged on the table. On each side, Laras and Lion sat facing each other. A man still misgivings, but still tries to trust the werewolf.

"Lion! Why eat chicken? I cook a lot of vegetables so that your memory can recover quickly," Laras protested, when he found that Lion only wanted to eat meat for three days.

Hearing the protest from Laras, Lion rushed to swallow the rest of the fish in his mouth. He looked at the woman who looked very fierce. Making the woman before him question the intent of his gaze. "You know, no wolf eats vegetables" he explained briefly.

Left with no choice, Lion struggled to swallow the vegetable which made him almost vomit due to its bitter aroma. After such a fight against the bears, he finally managed to finish breakfast. Although the rest of the unpleasant taste continues to stick even though it has been hit by very much water.

After a while, the barrel is ready with a flower basket in hand. It had been two days that he had not gone to the market, while the money he held had also started to run out.

"Where are you going?" lion asked when he found Laras out.

The woman in the doorway stopped and turned around. "I'm going to the market. Don't try and stay home!" threateningly, as if knowing what Lion was thinking.

Feeling the man inside the house would comply, Laras rushed out. The distance to the market is quite far, he must speed up the pace so as not to be late home. Although it had to pass the path and deserted, but it was common for Laras. Until it does not feel his slender legs have taken him to the market.

Barrel goes to his subscription flower shop. In addition to selling the flower harvest, he also wanted to meet someone.

"Kinan!" her strangle was strong, making the woman younger than her stop crafting flowers. Closer dang squanders a hug.

"Wheel. I'm so worried about you. You okay?" ask the woman named Kinan after their embrace was released. While Laras only nodded, Kinan continued, "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit yet. Did that guy really lose his memory?"

A nod was given by Laras. From what he knew, Lion had indeed lost his memory. "Kinan ...," said Laras, stopping because of doubts about one thing. But after a few seconds Kinan waited for the continuation of the sentence, Laras instead shook his head. "No. I brought you a tulip today" he said, smiling cheerfully to the other side of the conversation.

At first, Kinan was suspicious. But he thought that if Laras did not want to say, it meant that he should not press with questions. "Alright, Miss. I'll check out your flowers that look so pretty like always."

Laras smiled hearing the praise from Kinan. After that, the two women who have been in friendship since childhood focus on work and flowers sold. Although in between that they still chat with familiar. Until the commotion outside stopped Laras and Kinan.

"What's going on?" asked Kinan, Laras just shook his head. But the commotion outside sounded even more violent as they kept quiet to make sure.

Simultaneously, Laras rushed out, followed by Kinan after locking the shop. In front of the meat stall, people were crowding. The commotion continued until nothing could be heard.

"What's going on?" ask Laras at the fruit seller not far from the meat stall.

"Says there's some weird guy who's gonna steal some meat."

Hearing that, Laras's mind was immediately fixed on the one person who was extremely meat-grieving. Although he dismissed the possibility of Lion being in the middle of the crowd, but he still made sure, breaking through the people and rounding his eyes when his conjecture was right.

"Lion!" call Laras shouting, making some people turn their attention to him. Including Win who was freezing Lion's arm.

"Without?" said Win slowly. Not answering, Laras immediately released Win's hand from Lion's arm. "What are you doing?" win did not understand.

After successfully securing the Lion, he glanced at Win at a glance, and then circulated his gaze to the corners of the crowd. "I'll vouch for this man. He's a good guy, though a little weird. If there's any damage or stuff that this guy took, I'll take responsibility." Laras said it steadily.

while Win who had worked hard to catch Lion looked at Laras questioningly. "Wheel. What the hell are you doing? He's a dangerous man!"

Sharp gaze Laras given to Win. "I know what I'm doing, Win."