Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Uneasily

"Mother, what's your name? I don't even know your name at all."

"Mother's name is Chandini Himeka. So, Chandini's name in your name is taken from your own mother's name which means moonlight. Look how beautiful you are, son. Like the beautiful moonlight. You'll always be ready to light anyone up" explained Mom as she combed my hair.

I nod my head. I just found out my real name. If the name Cornelia is not a gift from the King, it means he has a connection with my family. It's really very odd. As far as I know, it was the King who gave me the name Cornelia. In fact, he himself said it.

"Is it true that you don't know anything about the Kingdom of Rosalia?"

"No. Mom doesn't know. What's the matter, son?" My mother hugged me from behind.

"tofu ... It was the King who gave me the name Cornelia. But, if my real name is Cornelia, it means that the King has some connection to father."

My mother sounded like she was taking a deep breath. "Mom knows absolutely nothing about your father's Kingdom of Batalia, son. Especially about his business. Even since we were married, your father never told me about the kingdom and the problems that exist. While the name Cornelia was your father took it from the name of a legend of a very kind princess. Cornelia herself is a savior, son."

"Then ...why is it that you were so willing to expel your mother from the kingdom, even banish me?"

The feeling of sadness is back in the mind. I can't accept a father so desperately abandoning his own son. Even the child he threw away was not necessarily sinful.

"Come, Son. From what I heard, a fortune teller who asked your father to throw away his son and wife because it was said to bring misfortune to the palace. That's also I just hear gossip from people."

"Last night I had a dream, Mom. My dreams are so bad, and I'm so hard to remember."

"Maybe God is slowly opening the truth to what is happening. For now, you don't think about it just yet. How about we talk about your handsome master?"

Instantly I blushed as soon as the mother switched the conversation to Mr. Mahawira.

"Hmm? Wh why? You're ashamed to talk about it?" seductive mother.

"T-no. Who is ashamed. After all, I'm just his servant. We don't have any special relationship."

"Who said you didn't have a special relationship? If you're always with her, that means you're in a special relationship. Know it? Your mother was like that with your father. I'm afraid if you're just as lucky as your mother. Do you trust the prince so much?"

I was silent on the mother's question. It was hard to tell the truth, but my mother was a servant who had experienced a bitter past when married to a noble.

Also true. What if I and Mr. Mahawira got married, then had a child, after which he threw away our son and kicked me out like my mother had. Yeah, God. I can't think about that.

"It doesn't seem like it, son. From his eyeballs, the man was very kind and trustworthy. Only you know how your master is."

I nodded slowly then. Eyes glared at that dignified figure.

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After living for days in my mother's humble hut, Mr. Mahawira never came as he promised at that time. I was very anxious to think of my master. All the bad thoughts haunt the head without me being able to drive away with sedative words.

Ouch, Mr Mahawira! What's wrong with you? Why haven't you come to this day? I am very ... very .... Uh! I don't want to mention it! You're such a bitch, Mr Mahawira!

Many times I went in and out, a feeling of uncertainty.

I'm afraid that in the end Mr. Mahawira actually married that arrogant princess. I'm not willing! It is not willing for my kindly master to marry a rotten-hearted princess like her.

Yeah, God. Forgive me. I really can't help this anxiety.

In order to dispel the haunting uneasiness, I got out of the grounds and chose to wander around while looking at the state of this land. Before long, I arrived at the main road which was quite crowded.

There were horse riders, people on foot, as well as merchants who sold a variety of crops and food.

"Hey, Miss! You don't want to buy flowers?!" haggle a middle-aged man with a lush beard while brandishing his fresh-looking flowers.

"No. I'm not looking to buy flowers" I replied as I moved away from the merchant.

A few meters away, another merchant offered me something.

"Hey, Miss Beautiful! Do you want to buy something from my shop?"

"No." I shook my head quickly. However, the curly-haired skinny man reached out and pulled my hand.

"Miss, I have something beautiful for you. Come with me to the store."

"No! Unhand me!"

Fuck up! Crazy fellow!

I think I'm going too far. At the end of the road I walked, there was a big gate. Looks like the door to the city center or one of the royal palaces of this country. Then, I turned around to go back to my mother's hut.

However, when he managed to flip over, a heavily bearded man wearing a deep blue coat while riding a horse, looked at me perfectly. The man's eyes were full of probes.

I'll never be kidnapped again.

Immediately I continued my journey.

"What's your name, girl?"

My steps were stopped instantly by the heavy voice of the man. I don't know why my ears are no stranger to hearing his voice.

I turned the body over, and I said, "Cornelia."

The man gasped after I mentioned his name. However, never mind. Maybe he was just amazed by my good name.

"Please excuse me" I said, bowing.

From his appearance alone, I can guess that man is someone important or even a king in this country.

"Wait, Cornelia."

He got off his brown horse, then walked closer to me. Enough to worry me.

How not to worry? I had a bad experience with a stranger like that guy.

"Don't be afraid" he said. "Where are you from?"

"Hamba? Oh, aye. Servants are not residents of this country. Servants just happen to be wandering around and stopping by."

"Cornelia, what a name." Stopped a few feet from me. It seems he is not a bad person.

"Your name reminds me of the daughter I once had."

My forehead frowned because suddenly the man told me something that was not important to me.

"It's not important to you, but by saying this to you, you know how beautiful and precious your name is. Cornelia means jewelery, also means savior. There will be no Cornelia in any kingdom in this land, except my daughter." The man breathed a long breath. "If he had been alive in this world, he would have been as big as you."

I could only nod at the words of the man who was already wrinkled enough. When I looked into his eyeballs, I knew why I saw sadness. However, he smiled later.

"I'm sorry, I told you something that doesn't matter to you. Then I will return to the palace. Take good care of yourself, son."

The man immediately rode on his horse and entered through a giant door to a royal palace.

I exhaled a long breath. I was thinking, maybe that man lost a much loved daughter and today he misses her. I don't know.

Just now I was about to lift a step, both of my eyes were closed by a pair of hands from behind. I was surprised, shaking.

"W-who?" I asked with irregular breaths. Could it be that someone is trying to kidnap me again?

"W-who?!" ask me again with a little high.

Not responding, all that sounded was the roar of his breath.

"If you miss, close your eyes and imagine I'm next to you. Then, I will come to see you soon. We miss those misses together."

Pause for a moment.

"It turns out I still need your warmth, my ment."

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