The Finger Ring

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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.

"What do you know about that?" ask Constan.

"An opera performance performed according to the script. I don't like it very much. Especially when the third scene shows something impossible in my opinion," Dygta explained.

His voice disappeared, then covered his mouth with his right hand. The strange attitude arising from Dygta, surprised to remember something about the script. He started to remember something in his mind. The hand that was in his mouth had already been pulled back to where it was.

"I had a big fight with the director at the time. I promised that I would stay in this group for the next performance, but he didn't approve. Because I want to go back to see my mom,"

"Continue, Dygta, let me hear more. You had a fight with the director, did he fire you?" ask Constan.

"No! He didn't fire me," those words just escaped from his tiny lips, and dropped the sheet of manuscript paper with trembling hands.

"Then what did he do?"

"He did nothing after that. Oh, naw. He did!"

Still remembering what the director had done to her, Constan clasped Dygta's arm firmly, unwilling to let go. He pulled Dygta's body into the director's arms, immersing the cute face into the director's body.

After that, he loosened the slight embrace and brought his lips closer to Dygta's. "Is this what the director did to you?"

And now everything is a shadow puzzle that forms a piece of memory who he really is.

Constan's lips, which were close to Dygta's, watched him and before long, the little pink lips were smothered. Just a few seconds. Then he himself distanced his lips from Dygta's.

Dygta was shocked for a moment to realize the actions Constan had taken against him. It turns out that he had been wrong to think that Constan hated him was not. Dygta let go of Constan's embrace, pleading Constan's arm to hug him. He jumped pushing Constan violently, and shouted.

"It turns out Constan doesn't hate me!" yelling, then running towards the door. "I'm sure, I'm sure, you can do better than Manner!"

Constan tries to catch Dygta who runs towards the exit. Unexpectedly, his feet tripped over the cushion of the chair Dygta was wearing. Banker added the remains in the chaotic atmosphere caused, then barked jump towards him.

"We're not playing, Banker!" constan said to get up from there and straighten his body, looking at the cushion of the chair.

When Constan had made it to the exit, he saw the already raining Dygta. Unfortunately, Dygta had an incident of him falling there. The rain that splashed his body and made the road slippery so he fell.

"Who are you really?" Constan, who was behind Dygta, began to lure himself into remembering something that he had just remembered the events of the script.

Undeniably, wet hair can drip down her pale cheeks.

"I? I think I'm a teenage actress who goes with the Opera drama art group who goes around a lot wherever we do art."

Dygta nodded in order to make sure. He knew who he was and where he came from. But he felt it was the beginning of a nightmare that he would suffer, not a relief that he felt. He didn't expect that his memory was any other than that.

She realized that she was indeed an actress who always had a traveling schedule, until her father died eight months ago, she was still an actress who always moved places.

He remembered everything. Instantly he looked up, looking at Constan's grim smiling face emanated in the look on his face.

"Now are you going to say that you got all about your memory miraculously?" constan asked mockingly.

"Don't tell me that, because I'm not the same person you said the same thing a while ago" he continued.

Dygta could only keep silent with what was coming from Constan's lips. He could not answer a word.

Not even tears can get their water out of their eyes.

"Beauty will be formed by time, time that moves too fast, like a Widuri that is flown by the wind" said his father. "You know, when you try to hold the beauty that's inside you with your hand forever, it's going to be lost spreading like you're grasping sand when you realize it."

Dygta's father was talking about his mother, Irish. Irish believed in her father as an actor and a man. Irish steadfastly confronts her father with the stubbornness possessed by her father to stay alive in the proper life of the moment. As a young boy, Edward saw there was hope as an actor, who radiated in both eyes, had an appeal that no one else had. But it was not easy for him to enter that world at that time in London. Although Edward tried many times with the hope that was so blazing in him to penetrate so that he escaped and could show a scene on stage, but unfortunately he always got a hitch in his efforts. And Edward finds it increasingly difficult when Irish dies because no one keeps on encouraging him. And finally his spirit broke. He failed to become a top actor. He's just an ordinary actor who wouldn't be able to set foot on the East London stage. A very famous stage for a top actor or actress.

But it is different with Dygta. He has hope of achieving that. Edward always encouraged and supported himself with all his soul.

With the hard work, tenacity he had, and the money he had put aside, Dygta was able to enter the acting academy in London, the Royal Academy. Edward hopes Dygta can make a special impression on East London managers. He hopes that the success of his daughter will be a bit of solace for him who has been aground. And that was one of the impetus for the death of his mother, Irish. He hopes to get out of the cycle of poverty that continues to afflict himself and his family.

Edward felt lost when he was abandoned by the Irish mediator, so he was stricken with a deadly pleurisy, he no longer had the spirit to fight the disease. Before long, he died in a hospital in Yarmouth holding Dygta's hand, looking at his daughter and smiling happily to leave her at the time. How Dygta roared to lose his father's death after his mother's death.

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