STERILE: My Bottom Is A Zombie

Chapter 13: (STERILE: Jeon)

The incomplete memory of the Throne had thrown everything into chaos. In family relationships, the bond between parents is very important. What happens when a child no longer remembers his father? 'Durhaka, ' people say. But in the case of the Throne, it is not ungodly because the Throne does not want to forget its father. The father he loved so much.

That day, Mr. Altar came to visit. He hoped his only child who was cared for and guarded would call father, but the Throne said otherwise.

"Tahta," said Mr. Altar.

"Ma ..mu ca .. pa?"

(Who are you?), asked the Throne with a slurred and stamped accent.

While he was playing, a man suddenly came to his room. The aura of the figure did not put the Throne in danger precisely filled with warmth. He was tall with a friendly smile. If only the Throne understood what the feeling was called, he was very happy to see this man. Seen from his mouth that opens forming the letter 'O.' The bond between father and son cannot be broken, for the blood of the Lord Altar flows in the body of the Throne, though he is different.

Unarguably. Cannot be manipulated. Their DNA is the same even though the zombie virus is trying to change its makeup.

"I'm Altar. Your dad."

"A-yah Tha?"

The throne again speaks imperfectly. There was something wrong with her sense of pronunciation, so she really looked like a new baby learning to talk. This disturbed Mr. Altar a little when he first heard the words coming out of the mouth of the Throne, when in the past when even a small Throne spoke fluently. Has the zombie virus also damaged the nerves on his tongue? Will this be temporary? Mr. Altar was unsure of his own thinking. The man could do nothing but show a look as if everything was fine. The throne is conscious, he is very grateful.

"Father glad you're healthy, Throne."

He wanted the man to caress and hug his son, but the rules say 'It is forbidden to make physical contact as long as the Throne has not fully recovered!'

"A ... yeah?" The throne tilts its head. His index finger had not been willing to move from his lips because he was trying to record the face of the man in front of him. The throne asked about the man who was currently staring with a longing feeling. The look in his eyes seemed innocent and it was clear that he was interested in this man. "Well .. a-yah."

"Yes, right, Throne. I'm yourfather. May you be well and may you be happy."

"Um, A-yah, Tha .. agi .. ma-in .. ca-ma E-on."

(Um, Dad, Tha is playing Jeon.)

"Yes. Good job, son. You're getting smarter. But Throne ..." The Altar master thought for a moment, is it true if he were to tell the truth now? "... Jeon is no more. Forget her!"

The throne saw his father again, but he did not understand.

"Tha mau .. main .. ca-ma ... Eons. E-on ba-ik, would .. ma-in ca-ma, Tha."

(Tha, play with Eon. Good Eon, play with Tha.)

The throne took some more cube-shaped objects and blocks, then arranged them to height. Beside the Throne there is a male-shaped lego that seems to accompany him to play. After Hideo threw away the toy that Jeon was thought to be a figure last time, the nurse who was specially assigned to accompany the Throne brought the object again. Because if the toy does not exist, the Throne will act aggressively.

The Throne actually has a sixth sense of empathy is high. He is easily overwhelmed and can feel the difficulties of others just by observation, just like the ability of his late mother. Back when the Throne was small, he would cry because he saw an old man walking in a fist while pushing a cart filled with used goods.

"Why, Throne?" ask his mother when picking up the Throne in kindergarten.

One of his teachers said, "The throne has been crying since the break. He refused to eat the provisions and did not want to tell me what the cause was."

The Throne's mother bowed down to invite her son to talk. "Say Throne. A good child cannot cry for no reason."

"Hiks. That guy pity mom. He's old su-dah but .. but .. that person must not have eaten, mama. Poor Old Man. Huey." The throne pointed to an old man sitting across the street, next to his wagon.

The mother of the Throne just smiled. He understood the child's feelings for the Throne as he did. Very empathetic. Wisely the woman comforted while stroking the delicate mane of the Throne.

"If Tha is pitying and afraid she can't eat-why can't Tha feed her?"

"Tha there's still bread and milk. Can I give it to Old Man?" ask the Throne to his mother, expectantly.

"Of course I can."

"Can I give you my food, dad?" ask him to a man who also picked up to Kindergarten and was ready with the car keys.

"Why not? Go and give her some food!"

After obtaining permission, the Throne ran with its tiny legs to feed an old man. The sad face of seeing the suffering of others is now cheerful after doing good.

That is how the Throne is. Mr. Altar is afraid that his ability is even plunged into him or abused by others. That's why Mr. Altar always keeps the child from afar to keep him away from bad people.

Lord Altar knew the closeness between the Throne and Jeon. He knew Jeon well because the teenager was a friend of the Throne and the only friend he could trust to look after his son, including from men like Soni. Mr. Altar actually disliked Soni, therefore he asked Jeon to monitor their relationship.

Jeon is no more.

The only person he could trust right now was just 'he.'

The Altar master rubbed the water droplets that fell down the corner of his eyes. The taste of haru penetrates into the soul. Since he couldn't take it anymore, Mr. Altar came out. The man remained standing in front of the door of the Throne room while hiding his tears. Mr. Altar did not want anyone to know that he was crying.

But someone saw it.

"You okay, Mister?"

Leony was just about to inspect the Throne and was surprised to see the Altar Master standing alone. The young man stopped, then chose to look at his situation.

"Do you want this, sir?"

Mr. Altar looked at the handkerchief that was thrust at him and then turned to look at Leony "Sorry, you're looking at me like this" he said while receiving a handkerchief given by Leony.

"No problem. I understand your feelings. You must miss your son a lot, sir." Leony smiled knot.

Honestly, he was very sympathetic to the Altar Master. Apart from being one of the influential men in Lazar City, he was also a good father. Leony had long been sympathetic to this man since he first met.

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Hideo was not convinced even though he was cast out of the Throne several times. He keeps coming and coming back again to meet his lover by taking the risk of being pelted with toys. Just those simple toys. He was often thrown by the enemy.

"Hideo" he said as they sat on a balcony overlooking the view of Lazar City. From the Atlantis building, they could see the entire city. "Do you know that the Throne often refers to Jeon?"

"Yes. I know, Mister."

"How do you feel when you hear it?"

"Should I answer?"

"If you're not willing to answer, I think I know the answer. It's hard to think the Throne is really your lover, isn't it?"

Mr. Altar leaned on the chair and placed himself to be more relaxed. But his words mean very seriously.

"Many say that half-zombie humans have no future. I often hear people saying this behind my back. I understand that one day you want to quit this mission and I will be very disappointed if you end it.

Jeon is the man I trust to guard the Throne. Unfortunately he is dead and to this day the Throne continues to remember him. You're the only person I trust right now. Are you giving up?"

Jemari Hideo silently clenched his head to hear Mr. Altar's words.

"No. I can guard the Throne more than that man."

"Is that? Why?"

"Because ...it's not hard for someone to like it."

"But he's a zombie."

"Well! Can someone talk without telling me that?! I already know!" Hideo subconsciously raised his tone a little. When he realized who he was saying to, he immediately realized his mistake. "I'm sorry, sir. I've been sassy."

The Altar Master was surprised to see the reaction of the young man sitting in front of him, yet was not angry.

"If you really want to continue this mission-make the Throne forget Jeon!"

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Hideo stepped into the Throne's room as soon as the door opened. Just as Mr. Altar wanted, Hideo would make the Throne escape Jeon and fill in his memories of the two of them. Just him and the Throne.

Tet tot

Hideo's delusion faded when he suddenly stepped on something. The young man looked down and found a rubber cat lying helplessly under his feet. He took the toy and took it to the middle of the room. There was the Throne playing as usual.

The throne is playing house.

"Now, you .. mah Tha. Nih .. lu-mah E. .. on."

(This, Tha's house. This is Jeon's house.)

The throne arranged the beams into two kinds of building shapes. With his index finger he pointed at each form as his and Jeon's home. The throne was playing so hard that it was unaware of Hideo's arrival that the young man made a sound.

"And this is our home. My house and the Throne." Hideo helped compile a pile of blocks and limas shape to become a nice house building. He purposely made it halfway between the Throne house and Jeon.

The Throne glared sharply at Hideo. His gaze grew even more piercing as Hideo smiled instead.

"Now, you .. mah Tha. Nih .. lu .. mah Eon. Nih .. ce .. ko .. lah. Tha ca-ma Eon be .. lang .. kat czech .. lah kama."

(This is Tha's house. This is Jeon's house. It's school. Tha same Jeon went to school together.)

The throne designates the house that Hideo made as a school. This made Hideo upset. It felt like he wanted to get rid of Jeon's houses and throw them away. However, his intention had not yet been fulfilled, the Throne constantly put away his hand.

"Cu .. dah, in .. am."

(Already, quiet.)

"Take me to play, baby," Hideo keeps bothering the Throne. The corner of his lips curved upwards, smiling. He was very happy to interact with his girlfriend. The young man even ignored the companion nurse of the Throne who had given him a warning since.

"Ma ... mu .. na .. kal."

"I'm Hideo. Remember my name well." Hideo breaks the hair of the Throne with his glove-wearing hands.

Hideo doesn't run out of ideas. He took two lego shaped men and played them as puppets. One was placed in front of the houses, while the other he held.

"Hi, Throne. I came to pick you up. Let's go for a walk" Hideo said as he played a role. Hideo hopes the Throne will respond in addition to rejecting him.

"Tha .. mau mop .. gi ca .. ma E-on."

(Tha, go with Eon.)

"Repent with me only. Jeon is constipated."

The throne raised its hand and prepared to throw Hideo.

"Wait on! I'm not your enemy, okay? I got a present for you, baby." Hideo took the doll from the bag he had been carrying since then placed it in front of the Throne. "This is a gift to the Throne."

The two eyes of the Throne continued to stare at the teddy bear in Hideo's hands without blinking. The brown-haired doll was holding a heart shape.

"It's a cute doll for the sweet Throne" Hideo said softly.

Slowly the hand of the Throne is stretched out. Within minutes the teddy bear had moved into the hands of the Throne. "Pu .. his Tha."

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To be continue