The Finger Ring

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

"You like Manner, don't you? Is it really like that, Dygta?!" ask Constan after a long silence.

"Yes! You're right!" Dygta's fingers are interlocked. There was nervousness in his answer as well as his hands. He broke out his hand and took out the glass containing Chianti. "She's so kind, that it's impossible for me to dislike her. I mean, he had the courage to also give up his London practicum, let go of his friends and all the fun he had there. If he finds the formula, it means everything to him." Dygta stared softly at the light emanating from her own eyes as she felt like her pain and loneliness. Constan only responded with a cynical face.

Constan rose to ask, "You don't like that Chianti, do you?" Constan went to a cupboard to get the cup and cup he put on the table. Dygta was really fascinated to see that cup.

"What a beauty!" he said while stroking the cup. "It feels too good to drink."

"This used to belong to grandma." Constan looked at the cup. "I don't know why Grandma gave it to me, unless she had an idea for a new collection, and I always remember that when I wanted to use this cup."

"No, that's not the reason" Dygta said quickly. "He knows that you have an appreciation for such antiques. He told me."

"really?" Constan raised one of his eyebrows, between believe it or not. "Did you and Grandma talk about me a lot?" Constan chuckled as he asked that.

"Oh, yes. He will not tell you that some of you yourself have expected. You know that I really like to obey my own will," he explained.

He saw Constan's cynical netting, unable to evade. She approves of curses in her family, especially for the Peters family, and Grandma declares that Constan fought the curse by hiding it as far as possible. Dygta had to forgive the bad sign and look into Constan's face. There was gloom and unease on the look on his face that radiated. He wanted to touch Constan's hand with his hand to ease the anxiety he had on him at the moment.

In that unease, it seemed that the rain was beginning to subside. The situation outside became brighter, making the room narrower than before.

Silence greeted the room. Such wind pierced through his mind to enter his consciousness. He didn't know about the neighborhood in the Constan cottage area. And Dygta tried to get out, looking around the cottage. There is a statue of Jade, a Goddess, full of puzzles, and a statue of the girl with flowers on her lap. The statue is made of porcelain. After observing around, Dygta finally stuck himself in a chair and picked up a play script on the table.

As Constan returned to the room, he smiled seeing Dygta perched on a chair. "What are you reading?"

"Emm, yeah, I read a script you probably used to play. It is written here under the title 'Strom My Heritage'" Dygta said with the explanation he was trying to explain.

Constan immediately poured milk on the coffee that had just been brewed for Dygta.

"Do you like it?" ask Constan. "It feels like the title is rather a lot with the vocabulary of the flowers. I'm well aware that fans love performing Opera dramas like that. It's a surprise to me."

But Dygta paid no attention to Constan's words. He held the manuscript tightly, his eyes focused under the title, on the name listed there.

"I know that name.he also wrote "Ring and Slippers"."

Constan heard the words and was rather surprised. He looked up his face for a while, but mischievously, he let his guard down while pouring his coffee so that it spilled partially on the table.

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tbc