Love of the Empress 2: King and Queen

Dion Storytelling

"Mother.." a slow call from the back instantly broke Boru and Magenta's conversation.

The two immediately turned their heads and found Dion who had been standing close behind them.

"Dion's? Are you awake, son? Come here sit down, eat first. I just made sago soup. Hope you like it" said Magenta as he stood up.

He then took a new bowl and filled it with sago soup. Then he handed a bowl of sago soup to Dion who was still standing by the table.

"Why are you still standing? Come sit down, son! Try this sago soup. The taste is quite delicious," added Magenta again.

Dion stared at the bench that Magenta had occupied. However, it is the only empty bench that exists. Because one more bench is still occupied by Boru.

After a long silence, Dion finally spoke.

"But I haven't finished eating. Mother only eats first" Dion said in a still weak voice.

Hearing Dion's words, Magenta's two beads instantly became shady. He did not expect that the boy he had just known a few days ago had a very polite attitude. Dion prioritizes his older (Magenta) self (Dion) to finish the meal first.

Near the two, Boru also heard a conversation between his mother and Dion. And Boru was also made stunned by the boy's politeness.

Boru then catches an eye signal from the mother. And he understood immediately. Soon, Boru stood up and offered Dion a seat.

"You sit here. Accompany mother eat. I'm done eating" said Boru in a flat tone.

After saying that, Boru then went to his room to pick up a towel and a change of clothes. Then come out again and say goodbye to your mother.

"Mom, Boru go to the river first huh. Take a shower first" said Boru.

Until Boru's figure disappeared, Dion continued to watch the black man. Dion actually knew that his presence in this house was not liked by Boru. So that he was quite surprised by the hospitality of Boru a moment ago when offering a seat to him.

Sipping on Magenta's sago soup, Dion thought of a few things in silence.

The next few minutes, Magenta first finished his sago soup. He immediately washed the bowl of his former meal, then sat back on his bench again. Magenta then noticed Dion who was still finishing his soup.

Observed for a long time by Magenta, Dion also felt careless. Finally, he hastened his eating process. He wanted to go back to his bed room. For Dion, interaction with others is still something that makes him feel awkward.

Only then did Dion stand up and go to the sink, when Magenta nimbly took the bowl from Dion's hand and said to him.

"Let the mother wash her. I'm afraid your wounds will be painful when exposed to soap when washing dishes," said Magenta attention.

While Magenta was already standing in front of the sink, Dion instead looked solemnly at the wounds he had on both of his hands. Seeing the injuries, Dion's eyes darkened.

The boy recalled the pain he felt when the wounds were made. When the people who kidnapped her took her blood by injection. So ill. And poignant.

Although after his meal Dion was given a delicious meal to restore his stamina again, but the process of taking blood was continuously repeated experienced by his. It even becomes a routine every week. Dion hated that.

"Son..? Dion..?"

Dion suddenly regained his senses as his shoulder was pressed down by Magenta. He knew now that he had sat back in his chair earlier. And Magenta was sitting not far from him.

Dion then caught the worry in the sight of the paroh-aged mother. And he realized, if his daydreaming activities had made the kind-hearted mother became worried.

Dion pulled a line of smiles on her lips. He tried to make Magenta no longer worry about him.

Unfortunately, Dion's efforts were fairly failed. Because after all Magenta has had a lot of experience in dealing with a child. So he knew very well, when he was facing a child who was in trouble. Like Dion today.

Magenta then looked straight into Dion's eyes and said to him.

Asked about the old man, tears immediately flowed from both corners of Dion's eyes. The boy lowered his face for a moment. Stare at her small hands full of scars. As is his heart full of wounds.

Finding Dion weeping in silence, Magenta's maternal soul was disturbed. He got up from the chair he was sitting in. Then he approached Dion and hugged her.

Gently, Magenta rubbed Dion's back repeatedly. Until slowly the sound of sobbing was heard from the mouth that is now hiding in Magenta's arms.

Magenta let Dion cry for some time. According to him, sometimes a person needs to cry to be able to release the burden he feels.

Because if the burden is continuously held until it accumulates in the heart. It can be a bomb that will explode at any time. It can even hurt its own perpetrators, as well as others.

Magenta lets Dion cry.

After some time passed, Magenta took off his embrace from Dion. The woman then pulled her chair up to sit adjacent to the chair occupied by Dion. He looked at Dion's eyes with a gentle look. And he asked too.

"Tell me, son. What can you do for me?" Tawar Magenta attention.

Dion did not immediately answer Magenta's question. He stayed silent for a few moments.

After Magenta gave a glass of water which was then downed until the toilet was not left, then Dion told me.

"Dion wants to go home, Mom. Dion misses Papa." said Dion in a voice that still sounded hoarse.

"Where is Dion's house?" Ask Magenta.

And Dion shook his head.

"Dion doesn't know Dion's home address?" Ask Magenta again.

This time Dion nodded once.

"Dion remember anything about Dion's house? Or what's Dion's father's name?" Magenta asked for information.

"Papa? Dion remembers, Papa was often called Yansen by his friends. We live in a big house. There are many clothes made by Papa at home. There are a lot of people living with us too. There's Aunt Jung and Uncle Torik, and there's also.."

Dion seemed to be recalling his past. Unfortunately, there is not much he remembers. Because when he was kidnapped by the bad guys, he was only five years old.

Dion's face returned moody. He was sad to realize that he could not even remember the appearance of his Papa face.

Meanwhile, in his heart, Magenta was busy thinking about Dion's father's profession from the boy's story.

'as his father was a tailor, ' murmured inner Magenta.

"Then, how did Dion get separated from the Dion family?" Ask Magenta further.

Faced with that question, Dion was stunned again. Thankfully Magenta had the patience to wait for his storytelling. It was only two minutes later that Dion told Magenta his sad life story.

Starting from the incident of kidnapping, captivity, to all the blood collection that must be faced during his confinement on top of a tall building.

Hearing Dion's story to the end, Magenta could not hold back the tears which then flowed along both sides of his cheeks.

The woman seemed to be able to feel all the pain and injuries that the boy had to face.

'How could those people do evil to Dion?! Moreover, according to Dion he has been kidnapped since the age of five years! Good Lord! What kind of beast would be so cruel to this kind little boy?!' magenta's inner self screamed his sorrow.

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