The Finger Ring

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Dygta got up from his seat and looked at Constan with a less-than-loving look at him, “Tell me whatever is on your mind, Mr Peters!” exciting Dygta, “Forward, just say it!”

“It will make me very happy,” sahut Constan. “I guess you did lose your job, even your memory, and you chose the Peters family to provide everything for you, like food and where you live. If you are in trouble again and there is no solution to your problem, just say so. Don't play us all!”

“But I'm not playing around, Mr. Peters.” Dygta's eyes glazed over. “I wouldn't do such a thing. Trust me.”

“Why? Why should we trust you? Is it because you pretend to lose your memory just as easily as getting something easy, like a Red velvet cake?” Constan's eyes looked scornfully glared at Manner's eyes.

“There is a warning for you, old man, you must be wary of strangers who have dared to enter your home and life.”

“Yes God...! I've never met anyone like you who's in a crisis of trust in others. Of course in you there is something very bitter that makes you like that,” explained Manner. “What happened? What makes you so hurt like that?” ask her cousin again.

Dygta kind of backed away from them all and isolated himself. Behind him, a moon appeared in the sky that illuminated the darkness of the night as a decoration of the sky that shone in between. The porch door was slightly open and besides there was a wide open window, it made Dygta's heart beat even more. If he's fast, he'll be out and gone.

“Do not do that. You don't do that anymore,” warm hand that's been holding his arm ever since. “Don't run away for the second time to enter the darkness out there..”.

“Will I escape, Dr. Peters?” dygta whisper.

“Yes. From the man who made you so scared. I'm sure of it!” manner.

A male? Dygta tried to remember, but he could not find it, only a strange mark on his ring finger. The ring marks on his finger, and he was very afraid to face Constan Peters.

A real fear has nothing to do with him who doesn't like it or doesn't believe it. A fear that made Lygia hold Manner's arm with all her strength like no one wanted to let go of her grip.

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Autumn sun, giving rise to the strong smell of fertile soil in Devon. The light broke through the rose trees and pierced into the ground. The rays that cause warmth also illuminate the body of Dygta who is still bending spoiled on the mattress. For another two or three minutes he was still sleeping, but the light finally woke him up.

His eyes immediately looked out the window and listened to the birds chirping. In addition, there was the sound of horse legs stomping their feet to flap on the cobblestone road right on the street of the yard. A man riding a shiny black horse. Hearing that sound, Dygta slowly jumped from his bed to check who was riding a horse in the morning.

Dygta holding such curtains requires a support force and will soon step back from the window. Constan Peters looked up and saw him. Eyes that are like agate when in the morning sunlight meet with Dygta's eyes and continue to look at Dygta, making Dygta's face cause a reddish hue. Dygta released his grip on the curtains, instantly the curtains he touched made his hand blister. Soon he backed off, breaking eye contact with Constan Peters. Constan Peters disappeared from view.

The second sound of horse racing followed by the sound of Limin, “Constan, you are so handsome!” wooing. “As a typical Indian pull tea advertisement,” then the laughter broke. “Did I remind you of something sweet?”

“Ha ha ha, you're so funny. Not really,” Constan was laughing, “I remembered the soap ad that made every girl especially schoolgirl, with a reddened face.”

“Oh, Constan... You are outrageous!” their voices faintly rang out and finally disappeared completely.

And timidly, like something was ready to jump out of there, he looked at his finger which still had marks that he had worn a ring. It flashed in his mind at this moment the words from Constan that night.

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flash back on

“Cute left hand fingers!” constan. “You chose the Peters family to provide everything for you, such as food and where you live.”

Even in a pinch last night, he imagined that he had been saved by Granny Peters.

“Are you confused, little boy?” ask him to Dygta. “You seem to be ready to go to bed with the pajamas on your body. Let's go in,” take Grandma then.

Constan stared intently at the young girl before him. The gaze implied in his eyes was a look of dislike towards the new person he met.

“Stop insulting a guest, Constan!” said her grandmother who saw the gaze as if she knew what was depicted through Constan's eyes.

“Good, Grandma.” That mocking smile turned into affection. “I can't resist your blow, Grandma. Your punch hurts so much. Remember that time, Grandma hit me and I cried hysterically?”

“Don't you dabble with Grandma, do you understand?!” said Grandma Peters. He smiled towards Dygta. Dygta knew that the old woman would forgive the straight-bodied, towering man. Apparently his grandmother was just joking around to divert Manner's real anger in front of them. Manner's face when it was really grim. Dygta was confused to see Manner that way.

flash back off.

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“I'm sorry. I'll just go!” Dygta looked at Manner and then at his grandmother. “Better I just go.”

“Never dare to step your foot out of this house, little boy!” Immediately the firm words of command came out of the old woman's lips, Grandma Peters. “You're tired and you're too eager to get out of this house. You can stay here. Where will you stay if you get out of this house? Are you going to sleep in a meadow full of swamps?”

Dygta quickly shook his head, then lowered his head. “I mean my words, I can stay in the hospital only.”.

“No, Dygta. It was unnecessary,” Manner said as he held Dygta's arm firmly and led her out of the room.

Under such circumstances, Dygta was unable to fight him. Dygta was taken to enter his room. A long time later, a waitress delivered hot milk into Dygta's room. Dygta saw a glass of warm milk on the nightstand, looking at him with a sad look on his face. The glass was filled with warm milk and drank it immediately. It was sad and wanting to cry again enveloped his heart at this moment. He swallowed the milk and put the glass back on the nightstand. Dygta immediately raised his legs to sleep through his beautiful dreamland.

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