Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Fate of the Most Beautiful

"I'm sorry, son. Forgive me for making you suffer until this moment."

The middle-aged man was begging for forgiveness with tears streaming down his face. Meanwhile, I still can't accept anything he did to me in the past. Although not remembering how it happened, but I felt sick and worthless to them.

"Am I not valuable enough to Dad that Dad willingly threw me away?" I didn't even look at the man. My position is behind him.

"You're very valuable to dad. That's why I did something I didn't really want to do. If there's any other choice, I'm definitely not going to throw you out, and then make you suffer, son."

The crying was getting worse. I also can not hold the clear circles that force out of the net. I had intended to forgive the man. However, in my little heart, there is something that cannot be stopped. It was the sense of disbelief that I experienced, as if I were the cause of our suffering.

"Mom's sorry too, son."

"And Mom! Why did you hide all this from me? Why aren't you being honest with me?"

"Mother intentionally, son. I purposely told you that your father was a cruel and evil man. That's what I did to keep us all safe."

"For what? For what, Mother?! Shouldn't we fight?! Why are we so scared of that damn Baltra?! I will absolutely not admit he is my uncle! I hate him! I hate him so much! Because he is the Father and Mother suffering.

I live my life as a vagrant out there. And Dad became the little boy's slave!"

"Don't talk like that, son. If your uncle is really angry, he could have ruined the whole kingdom, son. He could even make mom's face ugly like this. We should have resigned-"

"What?! The resignation?! I don't want to, Mother! I swear I will pay it all back! I swear! With my own hands, I will kill him!"

The anger raged in the depths of my heart. I don't know why. Remembering the suffering that my parents endured made a huge hole in my heart. And I really don't accept it.

I took a deep breath later, trying to calm myself from all the anger that was approaching.

"alright. I forgive Mom and Dad. But, don't ask me to forgive that cunning man! He's not my uncle!"

I went straight out to the terrace. And there, I saw Mr. Mahawira. Looks like that guy was eavesdropping on my conversation with both of my parents.

I saw Master Mahawira for a moment, and then left. However, the man chased after, then grabbed my hand. I really didn't want to see it when my face was filled with tears. I must look really ugly.

"Look at me, Cornelia," he said.

I didn't respond, didn't even want to look back at him.

"Cornelia, look at me."

"Why should I look at you?" I asked while holding back the tears that would again spurt out.

"You know? When a girl cries, that's when she'll look really ugly."

"I don't care!" my firmness. "Take me off!"

"I won't let you go before I look at you."

"It sucks! You're a bitch, Mister!"

I also had to turn around, then drowned in his embrace while banging my fist.

"You're such a bitch! It sucks!"

"cry. Even if you're so ugly when you cry, I won't turn to another girl."

"Don't talk like that! You're such a bitch!"

"You don't have to be ashamed if you want to cry. You have to shed all the tears that you have been so long since you have been snarling. I understand how you feel, honey. Sink in my arms. Cry."

As Mr. Mahawira said. I really did. I drowned myself in her arms, and cried like a child who had lost candy. The man's clothes were wet with my tears. Even so, he did not care and continued to stroke my head very gently, lovingly.

I think it is because of this that the heart is longing for his presence. No matter how much I say hate to him, the heart always goes. He's the perfect figure. Like an angel who gives coolness when the body is filled with sweat.

"We're destined to be together, Cornelia. It is the absolute destiny that God has given. And we must fight to arrive at the estuary promised by God. There is no happiness that can be easily achieved. God is testing us through the process of speed."

Mr. Mahawira took a deep breath.

"And you can't hate your parents. Evil whatever the action, but they intend well, and that is to protect you. I already know the story from my father."

"Huh?! So, Your Majesty knows everything?!"

I gasped because as I thought that Your Majesty had been pretending not to know about me.

"Yes, Cornelia. My father knows everything. In fact, he deliberately made you a servant in the palace. My father said that your father once met him and asked for help."

Pause for a moment.

"You know? My father also deliberately followed the rules of the palace in order for me to marry Camelia. But my father knew we loved each other. It was a scenario your father had written. Thank him."

After hearing Mr. Mahawira's words, my heart was broken. I really didn't expect how great the father was at putting together this scenario.

"Parents never want anything bad to happen to their child. Parents always want the best, Cornelia."

Tangisku. Kusapu with a hand that sticks to the face.

"Is right? Master's not lying to me?"

"Yes, Cornelia. Even my father was planning to marry us. However, it cannot be done directly. We have to solve this problem. We must restore your father's glory to his palace. We have to beat Baltra."

I nodded slowly then, then looked at the man in front of me who was giving warm affection so that he became very comfortable. Sadly it was able to be expelled in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you, sir."

Mr. Mahawira gave me a warm smile that was so sincere. Yeah, God. I fell in love with him for many times.

"Smile, Cornelia. You're more beautiful and beautiful when you smile."

I hid my face because I blushed. That guy can always make me speechless.

I really want to say a sentence that praises her kindness and good looks. But it can't come out. Locked tightly, in the depths of the heart. Until then, I can only harbor those expressions. Let it be, the important thing is that I can enjoy it at all times.

I immediately smiled to Mr. Mahawira.

"like that. It was Cornelia who kept me warm. You're the sun, thank you." Back the man drowned me in his arms.

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While cooking for Mr. Mahawira so that after he returned from training he could enjoy, suddenly a shout was heard.

Who is screaming? my question is in my heart.

I ignored him, then continued to stir the porridge that would soon be ripe. But the screams were heard again. So, I decided to go out to check on the page.

I echoed for a moment in the distance when I saw some people seriously injured. Not only that, among the people who were sprawled, I saw Mr. Mahawira covered in blood as he walked on foot.

"Mr ... Maha .. hero ...."

The man collapsed instantly as it seemed like his power had drained away.

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