The Finger Ring

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Manner and Constan will go to Brinsham to check Banker's health with the veterinarian there. Cottage Constan is closer to Brinsham. Since they had gone from Devon, it took them a long time to make their way to Brinsham.

Grandma worried for Banker. Banker only checked his health because he was seven years old. He's just an old animal.

"Oh, stop your glare, Grandma. He'll be fine. I don't know if I'll be in that place for long. Don't worry too much about Banker" said Manner who understands the anxiety and anxiety experienced by his grandmother against Banker. Poor banker, indeed a beloved dog.

"Will Constan come back here again?" ask grandma.

"I don't know, grandma. He could have chosen to go home to his Cottage" replied Manner.

Grandma looked at Manner behind her glasses perched on her nose, "Is Limin in the room, doing his habit of holding Constan's arm?"

Manner laughed softly, "Limin just went upstairs to grab his coat. He's going to the doctor to check on Banker with us."

The door was closed again, the fireplace was quiet again. The newspaper was lifted up again to be read, but soon thrown again to the side.

"Huh, of course he's gone too! A great opportunity for her to be able to seduce Constan and act with sympathy!" grandma's eyes looked at Dygta's face next to her sitting with her.

"The girl wanted my son, Dygta .. do you know that?" ask grandma again.

Dygta nodded.

"What do you think of that?" ask Grandma to Dygta.

"I think Limin fits with Constan" Dygta said honestly.

"Pretty. She's so beautiful" Dygta repeated to herself. Mrs Peters sighed deeply to hear what Dygta said.

"Well, she's beautiful" said the grandmother approving of Dygta's words. Now for the first time the woman looks tired and weary through her eyes. "But there is something in Constan, which the woman will never know and will never be able to measure the ability to understand Constan. I'm afraid Constan will get back to his old self. I understand Constan's self because he's not far from me either and now. By the way, little girl, will you put that coat behind me? That coat really bothers my eyes. David would have taken her away if she had come in here with a tray of coffee for you in a few minutes. Are you all right? Your face looks pale, honey," he told me and continued asking because he saw Dygta's face paled.

"I'm doing fine. Just my hands just feel so cold." Dygta sat face to face with Mrs Peters as she heated her hands on the heating furnace in the room.

"So you brought Banker home, huh?" grandma says. "Somethe's what's wrong with him so he gets checked out by a veterinarian. I hope he's okay. I'm not worried about the animal."

"But Mr. Peters is very anxious."

"Yes, he's overreacting to animals. Lonely people like to make animals like their children or make them their pets, and I guess you think that's weird, and it's not just nonsense that I told you, that Constan is actually lonely."

Dygta thought about it while propping up his chin with his right hand. "No. I don't think that's a strange thing. Don't we feel lonely too?"

"Not everything is like that" granny argued. "And not all deal with loneliness in the same way. It's not like Constan. Tell me, what do you know about the Peters family while you're here?"

"I know you belong to the oldest family in the Peters family."

Grandma looked at the painting in the room, right at the painting of someone, Zoffany who dominated the painting.

"He's called Adam Peters and he's an actor like Constan. Constan is similar to him. Didn't we?"

"It's very similar and it's honestly scary" Dygta said.

"Why do you call it that? What do you see in Adam Peters' face?" ask grandma.

"I. i. don't know," he stuttered.

"What do you see, Dygta?" his tone was intimidating for Dygta to say. Grandma also rubbed the Ruby ring on her left finger. "You can see something, right? Can't you say it in words?" ask again.

"Hope, hardness of heart" he said.

"Hope, hardness of heart, and loneliness are in him. Yeah, it's all in him. It is clearly visible on his face even in the painting. But if you look at the painting again, you don't see Adam Peters. I didn't see it myself. I even thought it was Constan."

"So you saw it too?" hazel Dygta's green eyes looked around at the old face, and the grandmother nodded her head. Dygta loosened the twists on his fingers. He felt like he was sharing a secret with Peters' grandmother.

"Yes, Dygta, you're right. I saw Constan... And I know him. That's why I'm increasingly concerned about the growth of his relationship with Limin. I asked myself, does Limin mean anything to Constan to understand him?" said grandma while spreading her arms.

"Constan who doesn't understand himself and why he's sort of hunted by something, which is loneliness. The answer you gave me cannot convince me either, Dygta," the grandmother continued.

"Even if they might love each other, ma'am?" ask Dygta.

"Even facing such a possibility, he was too completely what he had on him. A woman who is healthy and full of lust* and beautiful. There's nothing more in him than that. Constan needs more than that. He needs to be understood what he really is, or according to his will. Otherwise, he'll act like his father."

Then the grandmother smiled at Dygta, "You don't seem to be surprised to hear Constan would do such an out-of-sense thing. Do you really not like it?" ask the old grandmother again.

"I barely know him, Madam."

"Hmmm. I wonder, however, that I will explain to you, the real Peters family. It is actually bound to make offspring in this family. So that this family tree remains. In this family there must be a harm in being bad and cruel. And it's on Constan. He should have been born in Roman times who behaved violently and always wore his armor and carried a sword and even his dagger everywhere. But not with Constan, because he was born in this day and age. He could only commit atrocities or bring out his true nature while he was filming in the world of his role. And that's what the Peters family is all about, Dygta. The Peters family isn't exactly as kind-hearted as you say. That's what's on Constan, Dygta." The lengthy explanation described by the grandmother made Dygta increasingly attractive in understanding the ins and outs of the Peters family.

Peters' grandmother's hand was lifted off her knee, then placed again. Hinted to be silent in the anxiety he was experiencing.

"I watched Constan's father destroy his own life. It's really sad about his life. I pray not to see anything like that again. Hope it doesn't happen again in this family!" said grandma. There's a worry in her old self.

"But grandmother, only weak men destroy themselves, and Constan is not among the weak." said Dygta tried to calm Peters' grandmother.

"Constan's destruction doesn't come from his weakness, Dygta. It happened because he felt lonely. If he gets caught up in his solitude, he will give up on his habit. I guess he himself knew that it could happen to him, and that's why he started glancing towards Limin. He must have asked himself whether he wanted Limin or not to accompany him in silence. I really prayed to God, if Constan's wish was like that and filled his heart, I could only pray, I wanted him to have a smooth marriage without obstacles. Otherwise, it is only pleasure or only obedience brought by Constan. He will bring Limin to accompany him."

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