Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Pearls

"S-actually what's going on here?"

The middle-aged man wearing the robe fell silent. My mother did too. Let out a look at the white-clothed man standing a few meters away from where I was. His smile was strange, seeming cunning and evil. I don't understand at all.

"Far away!" firmly Prince Kalandra while getting ready to accept the attack that might be launched by the man. However, the curly-haired man laughed while clapping.

"It's funny" he said.

I looked at the man with the coat, his expression was sad, even my mother was speechless. He always turned his face away.

"WARRIORS! GET THESE TWO BOYS SORTED OUT AND CATCH THIS ABANDONED PRINCESS!" order the man dressed in white with his baritone echoing throughout the palace grounds.

The soldiers flocked out, gathered and formed a line to fight Mr. Birendra and Prince Kalandra.

"Birendra .. be prepared," whispered Prince Kalandra while forming his horses.

It's totally unnatural. The two princes will fight against hundreds of royal warriors who each hold a weapon. After all, there was no way the royal warriors would only number in the hundreds. Perhaps more were not deployed against the two men trying to protect me.

I'm not sure they can defeat hundreds of soldiers.

"Mr Birenda, Prince Kalandra. I'm sorry ...."

I was downcast because I felt guilty for bringing both of them into a really big deal. Yeah, how not? If they get caught, I don't know what the guy's gonna do to them.

The more puzzling thing was, why was it the man in white who commanded the soldiers, and not the man wearing the coat? Isn't he the king?

"Prepare! Attack!"

A fight broke out between the two princes with hundreds of soldiers who looked very competent. Even so, I saw Mr. Birendra crippling his opponent with punches and kicks, but very nimble to move from one place to another. Even Prince Kalandra was like that. They were both extremely agile; darting, hitting, sneaking, then knocking down opponents, again, again, and again.

I was impressed by their skills. Their shiny swords clinked, biting and dazzling as the moonlight bounced through the metallic object.

The man in white clothes I saw walking from the crowd of hundreds of soldiers who tried to attack the two princes.

"Son! Run away! The soon! Get out of here!" said the middle-aged man with a blue-colored coat.

He was the man I saw riding the horse and gave me a warning. Could it be that the intent of his warning was moments like these now? I really don't know what's going on.

"Son. Listen mom. You gotta run, get out of here. Let me and your father endure all this!" That's what my mother said while crying.

I was eager to reach out and hug the woman, but time didn't seem to allow it.

And so, before the white-clothed man arrived where I was standing, I moved away from the mother and the middle-aged man in a coat.

"Go! You can go down the street there," point the man to a spot behind him. "There, you'll find a secret door. Just follow this path and get into one of the rooms."

The man nodded and smiled so forcedly.

Who the hell is he? 

In my heart I kept questioning the man. Is he really my father? King Abirama? Why is he not in power in his own kingdom?

Rather than thinking of such a complicated matter, I also increased the pace of the legs to arrive at the place that the man had shown me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Birendra. I'm sorry, Prince Kalandra. Thank you, thank you.

Absolutely no one can stand in my way. Because, when a soldier will prevent me, the two princes immediately moved quickly to stab and slash at him.

"CONTINUE RUNNING, MY SON CORNELIA!"

I gasped when I heard the thunderous voice of a middle-aged man wearing a coat. It turns out that my guess is that King Abirama has the highest power in the Kingdom of Batalia. However, I don't know what caused his power to no longer be used even just to save a girl like me.

I found a small door. Before entering through the door, I heard a scream that belonged to my mother and also someone who claimed to be my father.

Why do you say you're a bad and irresponsible person? But tonight, he was the one trying to save me. I don't get it! I really don't understand!

While screaming with all my might, I passed the small door until I found a very dark forest. The thicket bushes blocked the step, slowed the pace of the foot, then made me fall several times.

Soupy. I cannot see the road, but my feet do not want to stop walking.

Unable to see clearly, my body suddenly felt like it was falling into a ravine. I realized at the time that it had completely fallen into a ravine and that it was either going to survive or not. I'm resigned. My ears caught a sound like water flowing at high speed. Probably .. river.

My body was soaked, drowned, and it was hard to breathe. Minute by minute, my consciousness began to disappear until what I saw was completely empty.

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"Don't come near you! You ugly animal!"

I saw from a distance, Mr. Mahawira seemed to be frightened and trying to fight a wolf. I quickly ran towards Mr. Mahawira's place. Stretching my hands, I stood in front of my master.

"ugly wolf! Don't come any closer! If you dare to approach, I'll make you lunch for the soldiers!" I shouted while looking at the wolf quietly.

"Go!"

Because I did not want to run away, I took out small stones from the clothes bag. After that, I threw the stones at the wolf.

"Go you! I'll throw you with a bigger rock!" my threat.

The wolf went out from before me, into the forest where he lived.

"The wolf is gone, sir," I said as I reached out to help Prince Mahawira stand up.

He saw for a moment my black hand. I also realized that I shouldn't have done that. I pulled my hand back, then looked away.

"Sorry," I said.

"I need your help to stand up" he said, instantly making me cringe.

For some reason, Mr. Mahawira seems to not want to let me down. I reached out again, my master grabbed it and got up.

"Thank you for saving me so many times."

"It's nothing, sir. It's my job."

"Next time, you don't have to be ashamed anymore. Know it? My father once said, pearls will remain pearls even though they are covered in mud."

I bowed to hear Mr. Mahawira's words. 

"You why? You shouldn't have bowed like that. Lift your head with pride."

Immediately I did as Mr. Mahawira said. I raised my head, and then stole a look at him.

"Dad also taught me, what looks bad is not always bad. I think that's how you are. There's no need to be ashamed of your face, the important thing is that your heart shines more than any pearl."

Mr. Mahawira stepped away. I looked at his back. The things I used to do even to grow up.

At the age of 15, Mr. Mahawira was always busy with martial arts training. I rarely have time to see a man. I could see him face to face only when he came home from the forest to hunt to hone his archery skills.

After coming home from hunting, he would definitely ask to be made to eat or drink. When he is full, he will sleep. Seeing her lulled by drowsiness keeps me happy. I don't know why it happened. To be sure, it was something natural. In fact, many times I try to throw away the feeling, still attached to myself.

"Heh, Waiter! Where's the drinks and food for me?" princess Camelia asked during a visit to the palace.

"Sorry, Princess. Slave think—"

"Now, quickly get me some food!" cut it with a pressed tone.

I nodded, then went to the kitchen to carry out Princess Camelia's orders.

Upon returning, I brought drinks and some fruits for the Princess.

"Please, Princess," I said as I bowed to give her a drink.

Princess Camelia gulped down the drink I made. "Uweeek up! What the fuck is this drink?! You want to poison me?! What kind of drink are you making?! It doesn't taste very good!" he snapped after spewing out the drink he had gulped.

"Pardon me, Princess. It's a regular drink. Just plain water," I said as I continued to bow. Of course, his words made me very panicked because it could be a slander that would make my name bad.

"Not good!" said again.

Not long after, I doused my head. Of course, he did it intentionally.

"Camelia! What the hell are you doing?! You're so mean!" I heard Mr. Mahawira's voice.

"Mahawira! Let me give the waiter no becus this punishment. He wanted to poison me with his very unpleasant homemade drink!"

"Camelia! Stopit! You have no right to blame my servant. I am the only one entitled!" Mr. Mahawira is quite high-pitched. "Cornelia, go back to your room."

I raised my head, then left the throne of Mr. Mahawira.

My heart is so broken. Heart palpitations, grudges begin to grow in the heart. However, I did not get my heart back at what Princess Camelia had done. I can only accept his treatment.

Even so, I grabbed myself while crying in the room. As I heard the galloping steps getting closer to, I stopped crying.

"Who?"

"Remember. You stay moon on a dark night. And remain a pearl even if mud covers you. You're beautiful ...."

The swiftness of the move grew further and further away after being irresponsible made my heart thump unstoppably at the turmoil that erupted. Not extinguished, still survive even though the wind continues to sigh.

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