The Finger Ring

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

"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?"

"Manner, there's no need for you to ask such details. The most important thing is that the boy is now back on his person again. No matter what the cause," said Grandma inching in her chair.

Grandma looked at Dygta, "What's your next plan? Are you going back to Torquay to perform at the Opera like you did before?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'll be back. I'll leave tomorrow morning, if Madam doesn't mind me staying here all night." Dygta is deeply grateful for the sympathy given by his grandmother, who has filled Manner's shortcomings in that regard.

"I never mind anything you're here for. And all this stuff, it doesn't change anything. You don't have to leave here" Grandma said.

That was all that Grandma said. Rumbles out there keep blaring no stop.

"What do you mean, I came to Cottage Constan and did what you imagined?" Dygta let out a long breath.

"Dygta!"

"Don't look at me like that! I'm no longer a child, saying anything inappropriate or deceiving. I'm just stating what I feel is on your mind right now. That's all."

Dygta then ran through the living room door, and Manner wanted to chase after him but his grandmother quickly grabbed Manner by the arm. The thunder kept roaring.

"Let her," said Grandma. "Let her go for now if you love her."

Manner was frustrated. He felt her blond hair violently.

"Love? What is love?" he said as he looked at the door Dygta had passed to run out.

"That is a belief in the least of people to be trusted," his grandmother said straightforwardly.

"But, grandma. Look at it my way. He lost his memory because of a man who did that to him... And he recovered his memories while in the Constan cottage. Why is it like that, my God! He went there, which we all know he doesn't fit with Constan's socializing attitude, and it's clear that they are full of hostility and suspicion" Manner said in a statement.

"There's something else, Manner. He wanted to know the problem," said Grandma seemingly thinking of something. "You know, I'm old, and I eat a lot of salt acid in this part of the world. But I don't forget how to be a young girl. I was young once, Manner."

"The girls look like cats. They always want to sniff the bouquet that he wants to know to others, especially if the bouquet is in the dark, which is likely to hold something mysterious. Perhaps, Dygta had sniffed something and was bitten by something he sniffed. You understand what Grandma means?" obviously Grandma again.

Grandma glanced at Limin and her glance was rather cunning. "I guess we can conclude that Constan likes to persuade teenagers...,"

"What do you mean that Constan persuaded me? tanya Limin was angry.

"Oh, dear," called Grandma as she looked towards Limin with eyes like an agate that Constan also had, "Only you are a person who likes to be treated that way. But, what about your gaze that seems like it wants to hit me? Whereas in my teenage years, we all hid something for ourselves, to reflect on, and then face it as we should."

"I don't know when I had that intention" said Limin, who blushed his face in embarrassment. "For God's sake, is it just because I went to Cottage Constan?"

"Why? Do you think that Dygta has more appeal against Constan than you've ever been accused of?" ask Grandma to hear Limin's accusation against Constan.

"I'm not here to hear this kind of thing" said Limin turning his body around.

"Not that, Limin! I was so humiliated to think that my granddaughter had done such a lowly act to take advantage of a young girl. I have to take it, because you've confessed to loving Constan. You said you understood him. Constan is a bad boy, but he's never as bad as you think!" Mrs Peters was so fed up with Limin's behavior that she said it with a breath.

Now weary Mrs Peters gathered her knitwork. He walked slowly and left the room with the arrogance he had.

The thunders were rarer, the occasional lightning penetrated into Dygta's room. The rain also lost its initial nagging and began to subside. Dygta heard the rushing water fluttering until only a tiny speck of water could be heard and the quietness of the rain also calmed his heart, but he could not relax either. It was the events of the day, and the sense of exhaustion that made him anxious, not because he wanted to sleep.

Dygta wanted to go for a moment to be able to cast all the shadows about it. Now he remembers who he is. That memory has not made him happy or comfortable, because he has no place or someone to return to. Inevitably, he had to go back where his friends were. There's nothing else.

First of all, he had to return to Torquay, to the inn where his belongings were still there in the hope that he would take his small suitcase and treasure. The savings book he had was in that suitcase. Maybe there's just a little left in there. For Dygta it was more than enough and meant a lot for his survival going forward.

Suddenly Dygta was surprised to find the door of his room opened slowly. "It's me, Dygta" said Peters' grandmother in the room. The breath of the old lady sounded heavy and strange. He headed to the chair near Dygta's bed. He's still panting.

"I don't think you're asleep. Is Manner bothering you ?" tanyanya slow.

"He usually looks at it first. He will not easily believe Limin's incitement about Constan and me" Dygta said, remaining calm despite the confusion.

"Is that just sedition?" ask again in a flat tone.

Dygta's face flushed. He held his knees tightly and remembered Constan's embrace and his rough appearance, covered with a frightening sensation, so that the earth felt as if it had been torn apart. Manner warned himself of that. And right, that's what Dygta felt when he was in Constan's arms.

"How's it?" asked Grandma Constan who looked at him intensely. "Did he do that to you?"

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