The Finger Ring

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

"Well, Constan himself was only thirty-four years old. If he plays the role, he still looks younger than his real age. And he got the role of a father. Maybe that's what led him to become interested in Limin, a kind of psychological need to feel like a father."

"Grandmothers, the need to be a father is usually biological" Manner said. "But no matter how much Constan is a perfectionist, he will face a deep suffering from the bond of marriage, only to get a "fatherly feeling" in his role model, I don't think that makes sense. I also looked at it from Constan's point of view. I'm pretty sure he won't be that easy to change after what he said that afternoon" Manner said.

"What did he say?" grandma says.

"She mentioned marriage with Limin in her eyes" Manner said, raising his voice.

"Geez!" Grandma Peters heeded Manner's talk. "What about you? You're already old. Thirty-six years. If you digress for a few more years, no woman will come near you." Peters Grandma's gaze turned towards Dygta who was leaning against the door while shaking her legs. Manner followed his grandmother's view.

"Are you going to agree?" muttered Manner.

"Yes. She is a healthy and unpatient woman. He looks like a silence." The middle-aged woman pushed her glasses. "You're a handsome man, Manner. You won't have any trouble getting the way you want."

Manner shrugged his shoulders and stuffed the piece of wood into the fireplace with his shoes. "The good looks I have are few, Grandma. I.., he always keeps his distance from me."

"What empty mouth did you say, Manner Peters? You talk to me, and I've eaten a lot of salt acid in the world."

"The good-looking man can always achieve what he wants, but it is not always suitable for him to be able to obtain it just by practicing kindness. You have to show an attitude that makes him prestige to you" he continued.

Manner no longer answered what Peters' grandmother had said. He smiled and walked towards the door where Dygta leaned his head.

"You seem to be pondering here." Dygta smiled at him. "When autumn comes, the gardens must give off a distinctive aroma from there and come out, making our minds calm whatever your life's matter."

"The autumn fragrance will remind me of the Peters family and me in my life." Instantly the smile perched on Dygta's lips disappeared, the look of the sad-looking face was obvious. He walked towards the terrace wall. The smell of flowers in the garden mingled with music in the family room.

"This yard will be even more beautiful in winter. Decorated with a clean white carpet covering the garden and garden and frozen branches and twigs," Manner murmured.

"When winter comes, I'm gone from this residence" Dygta said without looking at Manner.

"Dygta, you don't have to leave the Peters house. Just because of the ring marks on your fingers that you think you have a fiancee or a husband. But the most reasonable thing is that you have a fiancee and are fighting with that fiancee of yours. It was a special and emotional quarrel that made you try to forget everything that was related to him" Manner said, holding Dygta's shoulder.

"If only the answer were that simple!" dygta lirih. "I also want to be like that, but what I feel isn't like that."

Dygta recalled Limin's words again, "Funny, no one feels lost, even they sent you to this residence and ended up in Manner's hands, Manner said, and no one knows where the return address is."

Limin was right to say that. Of course, there will be a scene if he is missing from a family or a family home. They will immediately report to the police station for her loss and hand over her photos and any personal images of her to facilitate the search. Friends will be questioned and employers will be asked for advice. That way it will be rediscovered by the missing person in the next few hours or days. And in fact he was left in the hands of a stranger who did not even know anyone. What a pity his fate.

"Easy! Stop that kind of thinking!" manner. "You're a thief, just like me. Once you consider yourself a thief, it only makes you sick. I'll order you to just walk around in bed and I'll give you food that only applies to strict dieters. Surely you don't want that, do you?" Manner held onto Dygta's chin and looked at his gloomy eyes and his eyes contained sadness and even trembling within him. Manner then lowered his head, then kissed * her lips gently. Only briefly did the kiss happen and he let it go.

"I won't apologize for this" Manner said with a sweet smile.

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That night, Dygta was not well in his sleep, not as usual. Early in the morning, he had heard the roar of Manner's car moving out of the house going to the event he had mentioned. Thin mist enveloped the gardens and parks that were there, but the little birds still chirped merrily as if calling and waking up the entire inhabitants of the house. Dygta stuck his arm in his chest. He was still thinking about what Limin said that afternoon.

"Aren't you from the swampy meadows?"

That morning, Dygta came to a decision. He's going back to the meadow today and if he can find anything related, and what exactly does that have to do with himself.

Dygta sneaked out of the house, at about half-time three in the afternoon, hearing the sound of a writing machine being used by Limin in the library room. There was no sound from Mrs Peters, as she was taking a nap in her room. Dygta squinted his eyes and buttoned his jacket with his fingers that were already cold and immediately came out of the courtyard of the Peters Family residence.

This was not the first time he had crossed the area since he had come, and he usually did not cross the area any further.

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Dygta came to a grassy plateau, where the sunlit meadows leaned west. There are some trees nearby now. The grassy mountain looks like a small island. The grass island in the middle of the barren land and Dygta's eyes squinted towards it while grinning his lips upwards. He thought, how foolishly* was he who tried to scare the meadow with his smile During the day he was different and at night when the full moon did not shine, it looked very creepy. Now he was facing limitless space and time. Dygta took the wild arbai fruit and tried to eat it under the Rowan tree. He slept under that tree for a long time.

Suddenly he woke up from his sleep. He knows where he is. Dygta felt stiffness in his legs that were flexed during his sleep, as well as in his neck and shoulders. Slowly Dygta moved and let out a small groan through her soft, young lips. He looked around, then realized that he had been asleep for a few hours there.

"Yeah, you're perfectly suited to sleeping under Rowan's tree."

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Rowan Tree

Wild Arbia/Arbei fruit.

Tbc