The Finger Ring
Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Dygta awakens when a gray light in the morning that pierces the entrance window. When he woke up like an unusual atmosphere in the morning that he felt. Like something was hitting the window. Dygta immediately jumped from his bed towards the window. Curtains that still feel moist due to the rain last night.
“You!” said Dygta astonishment looked down and watched Constan's grim-looking face.
Then Constan smiled at a glance. He gave a signal for Dygta to open his window even wider. Dygta trembled slightly to open that window.
“Do you throw pebbles towards the window?”
“Yes, quickly change clothes. I want to talk to you.”
Dygta looked at him speechlessly, astonished that he was there so early. He looked agitated and impatient again. Dygta was suddenly enraged that Constan's courage had come into place in a clandestine manner.
“I don't want to talk to you.” Dygta recalled how it happened last night after he came home from Constan's cottage. “We said goodbye last night. And you better go.”
“Dygta, don't cover your windows.”
“Go from here!”
“You damned woman! I'll offer you a job!”
“Work?” Dygta was still holding onto the shutters a little stunned in confusion.
“What do you mean? What kind of job are you talking about?”
“We can't talk about it like this,” Constan said. “Provides cues like dating Romeo and Juliet. Don't let you wake up the whole house like this.”
“Romeo doesn't moan like you.”
“Could be so she moans too. Have you ever been Romeo's Juliet?” sahut Constan's. “Now, change your clothes and come down here. I offer you a job again. If you're interested.”
Dygta remembered last night the farewell that seemed to be forever, so his appearance now baffled him, let alone offered him a job! Dygta looked at Constan's eyes that seemed to be beaming with laughter. Even if he wanted to get a job from anyone and anything, but he doubted Constan's offer.
“Good. I'll get off.” Dygta finally agreed.
Ten minutes later Dygta was already on the bottom page. The morning light is radiating more and more light to illuminate the earth. There was also the sound of earthy starlings and the sound of brooms sweeping the yard near the stables.
I also heard people talking there. Constan immediately turned to the direction where the voice was in an impatient manner.
“Hi,” greet Dygta.
“Over time women change clothes and it turns out only with the simplest clothes though,” Constan commented.
“You think I just changed my clothes? I have to wash my face too.”
“If you take a shower, you may have to wait all day,” said Constan circas.
“The truth is I don't shower.”
“What? No shower?” constan said he looked at Dygta's face and saw a bruise fall last night. “Who hit you?” tanyanya held Dygta's shoulder. “Your eyes are bruised blue.”
“Don't be here. Nah! Come..,” Constan holds Dygta's hand and his meanriks towards the park.
“Does the storm cause much damage?” ask Dygta. “Night David said that a severe storm caused flooding, and one can see the beach wall in Beinsham broke as a result of it.”
“Are you worried about me?” constan asked who suddenly seemed to be holding back a laugh. Dygta jerked his arm to escape Constan's grip.
“What job did you mention that?”
“Presented being my son in Strom My Heritage.”
Dygta. Stunned and looking at Constan with a long gaze, “Don't joke!”
“You think I'm kidding? This offer is truly. I wanted to say that last night, it's just that I'm thinking now and that I've been thinking really.”
“Because last night you were busy thinking of me as an accomplished little con man!” exclamation Dygta. “Do not disturb me, I will return where I worked first.”
“You will never go back there. You yourself know that..,” Constan's hand reached out to Dygta's arm and brought it closer together. “You're a stupid little girl*. Do you think I don't know about the staging that is often held by art performers like you who are always moving places? Do you think I don't know which stage isn't as good as the stage in the East End?” Constan shook his head. Then he shook Dygta's body until his hair was swaying, while the necklace that eyed the seahorse was glittering, glare. “I tell you not to go back to your old job. You hear?”
Dygta felt fear. Constan felt the same way through Dygta's hand he held. “Now, say something,” he said again.
“I have no experience to play in East En!” dygta Mummings.
“I never considered myself someone who would be able to break into the East End stage. I can never do a role well, unless I have sympathy for the character I play and my face is not classified as very attractive.”
“I know you're not an amazingly beautiful face, but I didn't pick a cast like that. And even if you don't have experience, East End doesn't make the director prejudiced if he accepts you. Anything else?” constan.
“I..,” Dygta. “I don't think we can work together,” Dygta said later.
“Why not?”
“Why not?! Did you forget last night you kind of kicked me out as a con? Do you never regret hurting someone's day?” Dygta looked back at Constan sharply.
“Do you think I will hurt others, if I can regret it?” sahut Constan slowly.
“What a useless talk!” exclamation Dygta.
“Tell me, I don't want to waste time regretting something I couldn't avoid doing.”
“You can say, I'm sorry or apologise,” said Dygta replying with a slightly pale face for keeping her pride what she thought was right on her. If only his heart had been sore since the beginning of Constan's question. “Why haven't you trusted me since the first time? Why are you acting like you don't like me?”
Dygta held his breath, while Constan sighed softly. Dygta felt he had to feel it too. He felt no need to believe, if only he felt dislike for himself. Dygta flicked his hair back which covered his eyes.
“You were pretty good last night at the cottage. When drinking tea together. Why aren't you like that anymore?”
“I myself really don't know!” sahut Constan holding Dygta's chin. “Let's decide about your work immediately. Role for the drama. You need a job and the director will need you, an actress who just in hopes of having a weird face like you. When I got to my cottage again, I thought that you would get wet, then put on my clothes. I realized that you were all we needed to take part in the drama. What do you think?” Constan's view is like seeking approval in Dygta's face. “Do you want to come to London and meet the director, Fenton or not?”
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tbc
