The Finger Ring

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

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

Dygta gasped at the sound, turned towards the source of the voice looking at the person standing a few meters away from him, who turned out to be Constan Peters.

Constan was not wearing his hat and his black hair was hit by the gentle breeze. Her lips raised signifying she was smiling strangely. His hands extended towards Dygta to get up from his seat.

"Oh, no! My body is all stiff!" dygta said he woke up from his seat, which Constan helped him with.

Constan rubs Dygta's legs and body to be clean from dust and even dirt attached. And he also helps to reduce the stiffness of Dygta's body.

"Aren't there enough beds in Peters' house that you have to sleep under Rowan's tree?" his tan still smears his cigar. The smoke billowing from his mouth, was left to escape. Dygta's winking eyes still felt drowsy. He looked at Constan with eyes that were still a little blurry and less clear, constantly rubbed to make himself aware that it was real.

Constan who was still rubbing his arms against Dygta's legs, shoulders, and arms so strongly that the girl before him was in pain because of Constan's actions.

"Why did you say that I slept under Rowan's tree?" asked Dygta who gained self-awareness from her sleep.

Constan looked at Dygta with a face that already wanted to laugh, "Rowan's tree is a witch tree. Didn't you know before?" tanyakanya.

"Oh. But I'm not a sorcerer, Mr. Peters," Dygta said, looking back at Constan's eyes.

"Is that true?" Constan laughed slowly with a look on Dygta's face. "I think you're a part of them who likes to cast spells and divination. Well, are your legs not stiff anymore?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Thank you back. Now tell me, why are you in the meadow mom alone..? Sleeping under Rowan's tree? And I'm sorry, my watch shows it's five o'clock by now."

"Oh, no. It's not what I want."

Constan looked at the clock again. "Obviously it's five in eighteen minutes!" constan assured him.

"In that case, I've been asleep for two hours here!"

"Yes, in this meadow, and it's gonna rain soon. Just look at that the sky is cloudy getting darker, like soldiers are about to storm."

Dygta looked in the direction shown by Constan. And that's true.

"You haven't answered my question, why are you here alone? What are you doing in the middle of this meadow?" ask Constan.

"I came here to find myself. Who I am and where I come from. And I guess, I got a hint here after I was in the middle of this meadow," Dygta replied as he looked at the vast barren land before him.

"And do you not remember it?" Constan's eyes stared with a distinctive mocking radiance of himself. In the meadow with Arbei fruit and Rowan trees, with cloudy weather, the girl transformed into an attractive girl in the eyes of Constan today. He realizes that Dygta is attractive at the moment.

"You go to my cottage. I'll brew you a warm tea, and you can congratulate Banker," Constan said as he looked into the netra Dygta's cheap and agitated latitude.

"Mister Cottage? Oh, naw. I guess." Dygta found it hard to believe what Mr. Peters said to him.

"No, don't count it, Dygta," Constan said, smiling and flicking his cigarette butts so far as to fall somewhere. "Just give up on your impulsiveness, it'll be more fun if you just give up. And maybe you'll be impressed with my little cottage."

Constan's rough hearing immediately pulled Dygta's arm and saw a rain stub begin to fall. "You don't want to, you have to come with me, or I'll get soaked in this rain" Constan said again, "We're not far from the cottage, but to go back to Peters' house isn't that close."

The rain began to growl down together, like soldiers ready to strike the surface of the earth, his voice over the leaves.

"Maybe I should go back with you" Dygta said, and Constan let out a laugh. Dygta observed Constan's face completely identical to the painting in the central room of the Peters family's residence, unacquainted with gloom, as in the hunt for a secret bitterness.

"Of course, you have to follow me" Constan said. "There is no other way for you. Isn't that what it is, Dygta? We are both curious to know each other, and no one will be calm before being satisfied with our curiosity about something. Come on!"

Unwittingly by Dygta, he ran along with Constan with his hands held by Constan which was inevitable.

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They were both panting with faces soaked with rainwater, when they reached the cottage Constan.

"Not playing ..," Constan said as he wiped the water on his face. "Well, let's go in. Did you hear that, Banker?" The dog replied with a light. "Well, you, don't bark, things are fine. This way, Dygta."

Constan opens the door and Banker immediately jumps for joy as the animal recognizes Dygta and both of his legs go up Dygta's shoulders. Constan saw that, giggling. Banker licks Dygta's cheeks wet with rainwater. Constan immediately turned on the lights. After that he added the fire bait in the heating furnace.

The lights accompanied them. Dygta embraced Banker and Banker became protector when Constan wanted to attack him. There was a smile on Constan's lips that was still watching Dygta and Banker.

Dygta loved the room.

"I'm impressed. You do match all that, golden red, black, and Ruby color" Dygta said straightforwardly.

"Like my grill mood?"

Dygta thought that the colors became curtain colors against the background of the painting hanging in the family room in the Peters residence. Constan knew that, as his mouth curved upwards as if he wanted to smile while observing Dygta. Maybe Constan's reading Dygta's mind again.

Then Constan held onto Dygta's jacket, "You're soaking wet. Are your feet wet too?"

"No" said Dygta, surprised by Constan's spontaneity with Dygta. "No, my feet are not wet. Why?"

"Sounds I'm already similar to Manner?" constan continued, half grinning while helping to take off the shoes worn by Dygta, along with his jacket. Then he put it on the chair, then put the chair close to the heating furnace. "Manner today went to Plymouth, right?"

Dygta nodded his head quickly, thinking that Limin would tell him on each of his trips during his time at Brinsham last night. Dygta stroked Banker's neck and looked at the fire in the heating furnace. Of course Limin would not be happy to know himself here, to meet the invitation to tea without this plan. He would definitely be furious, then speak cruel and sickening words to Dygta's ears.

"I'd better go and prepare the warm tea that I promised you" Constan said. "Are you hungry?" ask again.

"Yes..."

"Oh, okay. I'll make omelet and mushrooms. We'll eat with those two menus. I just found the mushroom in the piece of wood behind the cottage this morning. Is the food menu interesting enough?" constan.

"Wow! I really like mushrooms" Dygta said with a happy smile.

"The smell is special when cooked," Constan chuckles like a child happy with his toys. Constan walked towards the door and then turned while looking at Dygta once again who was still hugging Banker.

"Dygta, how come you used to pretend you didn't like Banker at Peters' house?" constan suddenly did not move from the front door.

Dygta lowered his head and observed the dog in confusion. "I. I. I love it." Dygta touched Banker's cold nose on his finger. "I like it so much."

"Ah, is that so?" constan chuckled. "So what you don't like is me!" the accusation.

"You weren't very friendly to me at the time. You showed me that you were a very unfriendly man and hated me from the look in your eyes saying that," Dygta said, casting a displeased look at Constan. In that instant, Banker licked Dygta's chin with his rough tongue.

"Bankers! Stop that immediately!" constan's anger at his dog. "Save that tongue of yours!"

"Oh, it's okay. She's doing just fine. His tongue does not hurt me" said Dygta, who kissed Banker's head like a puppet.

"It's only my tongue that hurts you, right, Dygta?"

Dygta raised his face. The smile on Constan's face was exactly the smile that was in the meadow that afternoon. As he helps Dygta to lift him from his seat on the grass. A strange smile, filled with mystery, and waiting.

The door was closed and Dygta thought that something was behind her invitation to tea. He suddenly became frightened and immediately got up from his seat, like he wanted to escape from the cottage. Now it's...

Banker cuddles his head at Dygta and gets tangled in the warm, hairy carpet.

"Oh, Banker. What should I do?" whispered. "I think the meadow called me to go back there again." whispered to Banker.

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Dygta that smells of cooking, especially mushroom dishes that spread from the kitchen. Immediately his stomach rang, feeling an unbearable hunger. Dygta got out of the warm room and immediately went to the kitchen where Constan was, although he was straying.

Then they ate at a small table that he could fold and stored in a cupboard under the stairs.

The cuisine made by Constan is quite delicious. Dygta immediately asked, how Constan is good at cooking, unfortunately Constan only shrugged his shoulders. That tells us that every single man should be able to do things, perhaps the same as a woman who lives alone. No doubt they can do some rough work.

Then Constan poured Chianti* into Dygta's glass.

"I must treat you as my guest and I as my host. Right, right?" said. "I don't want my attitude to be misunderstood."

Dygta looked at Constan. His face was full of sadness. Dygta recalled Manner's word that he subconsciously reminded someone of this kind of situation, whom he had left running away. Dygta was still observing Constan with a sorrowful, blackish face that was emitted from his body aura. He confirmed Manner's words at the time about his cousin's brother.

Since meeting for the first time, Manner said Dygta had associated Constan with something he left behind or escaped. And Constan freaked him out because he suddenly thought of something that caused him to lose his memory. From something that made him run away from her...

A memory...

Whahuh?

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tbc