The Finger Ring

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

The next day, Dygta had awoken from a sleep that was not sound. All night Devon was in a daze with a raining storm. Somehow the settlements are on the coast.

Dygta got out of his room, went downstairs to join him at the dinner table. This ritual is usually done by the Peters family to establish a family with breakfast together.

Dygta sat on the bench right next to Limin who has also been there since. Manner was spotted and prepared to enjoy his breakfast. Mrs Peters is rarely seen in the dining room together. He used to enjoy breakfast in the room.

There was no sound of babbling from their lips except the sound of chewing and the clinking of plates, forks and knives. They all enjoyed breakfast that morning.

Limin finished his breakfast, then left to return to work in the library. And so is Manner.

As if nothing happened last night. Are they not worried about me? Or is it not time to ask my questions? Dygta.

Dygta didn't bother with that either. He went into the library where there was already a Limin sitting, busying his ring fingers on an old typewriter.. He glanced at the girl who had just entered the room to join him. He looked at Dygta's face very closely. Dygta was sitting not far from Limin because he was reading a book there.

"Where were you last night?" tanya Limin suddenly stood close to Dygta. Dygta raised his head to look at Limin.

"I, I am trapped by the rain" Dygta said, looking back at Limin.

"Whose jacket are you wearing? You think I didn't know you were wearing a man's jacket?! And I'm sure it belongs to Constan! Right so?" ask her with a hint of hatred appearing.

Dygta, who was lazy to follow Limin's behavior, only nodded his head to signal he agreed.

Limin's long fingernails clutching Dygta's face, "You little cat that settles into his cottagen... And it's hours! How dare you!"

It was as if the atmosphere out there had become pitch-black signaling a storm was coming this afternoon. Dygta could not escape the grip of his finger Limin.

"We just drank tea together, and it didn't take hours, Limin. You don't have to look at me with that look!"

"I want to kill you! Why do you dare sneak in there? Why would you dare to do that?" his voice echoed loudly in the room and it penetrated out. Suddenly the door opened and Manner stood there with a hardened look on his jaw.

"What's Limin?" manner looked at Limin and then at Dygta. Then he asked again, "Where were you last night, Dygta?"

"You should probably ask that?" said Limin, his eyes blazing. He was like he was going to pounce on Dygta, but unfortunately Manner came too soon and held him.

"What are you talking about?" ask him on Limin.

"He who pretended to be sweet, disguised as a shabby cat who lost his master and needed to be dear, spent time with Constan. He spent time in the Constan cottages all day. Ask him, keep asking him!" answer the fiery Limin.

Manner heard Limin's harsh words, directly accusing Dygta of being a no-no, he disliked them. "I don't think that's possible. Dygta explained slowly," asking him to look at Dygta.

Sounding a firm tone that came out of Manner's words, Dygta became unusually nervous and inevitably obeyed the words. It was unexpected that Miss Peters was listening to that. He also told them to gather in the family room fireplace.

"I saw him sneaking into the house like a burrow" Limin said directly. "She spent her time yesterday at the Constan cottage, and you'll know she's always looking for a way out of this residence when you're not home."

"That's right" said Dygta.

"And what happened?" ask Manner.

Dygta held his breath at the question, then he looked at Manner's visibly angry face. This was the first time he had seen Manner so angry, and if he smiled it was very similar to Constan.

"We had tea together. He's very friendly" Dygta said slowly.

"Kneaky? Constan? I can't believe that. You don't fit in with him" said Manner sharply.

"Maybe because we talked too much about the stage drama."

"Oh my God, what do you know about the stage play?"

It stuck Dygta's throat, recalling past events. Dygta took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly. Trying to calm down to answer.

"I know about that a little bit, Manner," Dygta said. "At least about the drama. I want to tell you that's where my memory comes back from. I remembered that I had been living myself in the world of drama."

Explanation is like a bomb exploding. It's like blowing up the whole city of London right now. To his surprise, Limin fizzed. Until the wood in the fireplace rings and lights the fire again. Grandma's chair moved, creaking forward closer, her eyes peeking behind her glasses.

"You're an actress?" manner said with a loud tone.

"Yes" said Dygta. He thought back to himself because of Constan. Manner really didn't like that.

"Is that so? Alright. Then you have to tell us all about it" Manner demanded an explanation.

Dygta's hand trembled, he stuffed his hand into the pocket of the coat he was wearing this afternoon. His attitude is very alert to face attacks from the enemy. Dygta started telling me everything.

"So that ring in your day, that ring when you were staging a play?" ask Manner.

"Yes, Manner." Dygta recalled that when he came into the room, Manner treated himself kindly and was full of concern.

"We assume that. . . . Who? The downline? Thinking or wanting to assume that you left the drama staging group, because of the incident in the dressing room, so that she didn't feel the need to report your disappearance to the police?"

"Yes, that's the way it is" Dygta said, biting her lip. "Two don't want the rest of the group to know about it, especially that I resisted her wishes. I guess, when I didn't show up, he immediately told the others that I was out of the group."

Manner pondered and said, "Of course, you'll recall everything just as ironically as it was at the cottage Constan. I mean because of her attitude like that towards your amnesia."

Manner observes Dygta suddenly becoming curious as to what is between the two of them. "And at the peak of his condition, it usually comes to mind again if the scene that caused the inner difficulties is repeated. Tell Dygta, is Constan trying to do the same as you told him with Downline?"

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