Mentari in the Night Sky

The Past: 2 Steps

The wounds on Ken and Arthur's face were caused by me. Ken wants to see me, of course Arthur won't give him permission easily. That's why Ken finally challenged Arthur, I'm honestly glad Ken only asked for an ordinary match not in the black room. If you look at the wounds on their faces, all who see it will definitely think that Arthur is the winner but who would have thought the person with the most injuries would be the winner.

Ken told me if he could take Arthur down once then he'd be the winner. I think slowly Arthur is not as hard as it used to be because if he was still the old Arthur, he would only recognize Ken as a winner after successfully defeating him, it's impossible for Ken to defeat Arthur.

"I'm sorry."

"How many times are you going to apologize?" I replied while standing from where I was sitting before my hand was held back by Ken.

"I know who killed my mother. My mother's diary, I read it all. I broke a promise we made."

I was silent, not daring to return his words or see his face. I know sooner or later the truth will be revealed, either in a good way or in a bad way. Now I know exactly why Ken couldn't return my feelings to her. I also became certain of all the reasons behind his rude behavior towards me.

How can a man be kind to the son of his mother's murderer?

"What I should hate is your father and not you. It even seems that the hatred I give you is greater than the hatred I give my own father when you know nothing. I'm sorry."

I forcibly removed Ken's hand and walked away from him 5 steps. I turned my body towards Ken after just silently observing the sky. I could not read Ken's current facial expression as the wounds on his face began to swell, leaving his handsome face covered for a number of times.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you if I knew my father had killed your mother, too" I finally broke the silence.

My reply shocked Ken because I knew the truth behind his mother's death. He gave a look of disbelief with a mouth that repeatedly tried to transmit a word two. I gave a bitter smile before looking back at the sky that was starting to turn gray. Even the sky enlivened the pain that my family would feel.

"What do you mean?" ask Ken.

"On the anniversary of aunt's death, I accidentally read her last diary in which the aunt mentioned about uncle's affair and all things smelled of premonition about his death. And two weeks ago, the moment you found out the truth about my father, I knew that from my mother before. My mother not only told me about my father's affair but also the truth behind aunt's death. I can't tell you because I'm afraid" I stopped.

Ken looked at me with a curious look as soon as my words came to a halt.

"I'm afraid you'll hate your father once again and make you think all your father's affection is a falsehood."

Ken stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to me.

"Let's keep this distance. Don't come any closer than this" I continued, making Ken clench his hand and smile.

We stayed silent for a long time until Arthur called Ken and told us to sit down. Ken exhaled slowly as soon as he heard the command from Arthur. He tried to hold my hand but his hand was floating in the air which he immediately clenched and then he walked towards the bench where we were sitting.

Ken looked at me as his hand told me to sit with him. I glanced at the 2nd floor, where Arthur was watching me and exchanged glances with him for a while before I finally sat down with Ken.

We stayed silent for a long time. None of us wanted to open the conversation. Each one of us is immersed in our thoughts.

"Do you know Zeta?" ken asked while squatting his body under my body, making me see clearly his face.

"..."

"My father's mistress is the woman who's been taking care of me all this time. Aunt Anastasia, she was my father's mistress and the woman that made my mother lose her life. But do you know what hurts more, Zeta?"

"..."

"I love that woman just as much as I love my mother."

"..."

"What should I do if my mother asks me why I love the woman who was the reason behind her death?"

Tears dripped from Ken's eyes. Without realizing it, both of my hands had already grabbed her face and swept away the tears that were soaking her cheeks. We looked at her for a long time, making me know what she wanted from me. I closed both eyes with my right palm. I could feel both of his eyes slowly closing and tears constantly falling down. I always do this every time Ken cries when we were kids. Ken never liked when others knew he was crying and always wanted to hide his tears. When he did not want his tears to be known to others, he also wanted someone to wipe and wipe his tears. Just by closing her eyes with my hands, she felt that someone was wiping and wiping away her tears and covering up the fact that tears were dripping from her eyes.

How many memories have we destroyed?

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