The Finger Ring
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
After lunch, Manner kept his promise to Dygta, bringing Dygta to Brinsham to buy a new piece that matched the size of his legs. However, it turns out that Manner bought him not only shoes, but also other necessities so that when he returned from Brisham, his car was full of paper bag groceries.
“That much stuff corresponds to what your cousin meant last night, Dr. Peters. You shouldn't have insisted on buying all this for me. I don't want to wear it,” Dygta said.
“Already. Don't think about it. I hope you will willingly wear all this,” replies Manner smiling towards Dygta who looks worried on his face.
“Dygta, don't you feel bad about the stuff. That's nothing, okay?” manner persuaded Dygta.
“However you can't constantly wear just one outfit. And that one pack is either you're going to wear it until the time isn't clear.” Manner again.
“It is not clear until when?” Dygta's face wondered. “But you said I will remember with myself.. and will soon remember everything again.”.
“Indeed you will remember everything in time, dear. That will of course happen,” Manner assured Dygta. “But if you prove to be just a stick in this world and no one recognizes you, I will place myself as your guardian. As is now.” Manner's face was soft as he said that, while his hands were driving the steering wheel of the car they were driving. “The most important thing now is to stop your fear. You must be a good girl. Things will be in order in time.”
“But you said last night that I was probably engaged or married,” Dygta's hand seemed nervous. It was as if he was groping in the dark. “Dr. Peters, I don't want to hear the fact that I'm married, Doctor. I don't want to!”
“Call me Manner.” In a bit of confusion Manner stopped his car and turned to look at Dygta.
“Listen to me, little boy, you've been a few days in the Peters family home and no one has reported the disappearance of someone in a family to the police station. I guess there won't be anyone who will report the loss of her fiance or husband due to their own negligence.” Manner pulled the corner of his lips slightly upwards which gave rise to a faint smile.
“A husband would be better off reporting the loss of his wife than the loss of a book in his library or package for himself. In that case, they can ignore it. But not in the shit of fiancee and wife. If a husband loses his wife will definitely report it to the police,” tell Manner.
“But what if we're in a fight?” ask Dygta then. “In such circumstances, maybe he does not want to be dizzy to look for myself.”
“Do you feel that you have a husband, Dygta?” ask Manner again. There was a smile that was different from his current lips than an overnight smile. Manner found it very funny that the pale skinny girl next to him had a husband.
“Suami?” dygta asked repeating it, with a slight recall.
His gaze was distorted to look at Manner, looking for the truth that was in Manner's mind. He continued to trace the eyes that radiated to each other, only found an empty and dark place. Dygta hopes he will find an answer to make himself remember and say ‘iya’.
Manner caught something this girl beside him was thinking about, then shook her head.
“Don't squeeze too much of your energy into remembering it, Dygta,” Manner said.
“Don't torture your mind against your still tired memories to think. Let your brain rest and wake up at the right time. And it will definitely happen, okay,” Manner said softly.
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When they got home, Limin had already returned from his vacation to the cottage. He was sitting sweetly on the front porch of the house. Constan looked at them with a contrived face. They put out a lot of paper grocery bags. As Dygta walked past Constan and Limin, Constan seemed to shout, “Hi, Dygta. How was your day?”
The screams made by Constan made Dygta's face flushed red and he looked at Constan's face mocking him. “Oh, I am not..,” Dygta could not continue his words and shouted because his foot stumbled in front of the house.
He fell down along with the paper bag he was carrying and caused the paper bag to become messy on the floor. Dygta endured the embarrassment, wanting to die alone it felt. Unexpectedly, Constan came to help her.
Manner's voice rang out behind them. “Just let go of him, Cons! Stop that torturing attitude. I'm getting tired of seeing your weird behavior.”
“Really?” constan said like indifference. “Do I have to let him lie on a dirty floor, which is full of dust?” ask again.
“Better in dust than in your grasp!” manner. Although Dygta was astonished at Manner's words, he probably insisted last night that his cousin had no malicious intent in the face of Dygta.
Constan immediately released the grip of his hand that touched Dygta's waist and joined Limin, who was laughing bees looking at the scene from a rattan chair. When Dygta and Manner entered the house, Limin began talking to Constan.
“You are indeed a bit rude, Constan.”
“I will collect all the names of insults thrown against me,” Constan said slowly. “Night Manner called me the damned brash. Am I like that, Limin?”
“Of course, you are like that, Constan,” said Limin while pulling his lips. “For I will not be here with you if you do not act insolent.”
“Limin!” Constan looked at Limin's face and his two eyebrows shriveled. “Do you really mean to say it for me?”
Constan finds Limin's eyes beaming with a mischievous look, and his cheeks blushing red. Even if Limin intended to say that, he would not be strong and resistant to Constan's ignorant attitude. The cynical radiance that came out from the man's face.
“False consciousness, sickens me. Maybe I have to admit that you're actually interesting,” explains Limin.
“Too many dangerous statements in a sentence, you are a beautiful and attractive woman. As for me, the brash, damned, are you not afraid of that?” ask Constan.
“Fear?” Limin laughed crisply on his stool. He laughed as he picked up the cup and tasted the drink. “I am very happy without any fear. Wasn't I just alone with you when we visited your desolate and secluded cottage?”
“You are a very honest man, Limin. And you're fun,” said Constan laughed as he looked at Limin's face. “You also insulted him as you pleased too. Did you think I'd do it in my secluded cottage?”
“I guess you'll let your lips touch mine,” said Limin shamelessly. “Why don't you do that?”
“Why didn't I do it?” Constan laughed in an enigmatic style.
“I don't think about that, my Limin. Do you think in my mind only about wanting to persuade women?” constan.
“Well, you already have a rather dubious reputation. Isn't that right, Constan?” Limin said that immediately in the hope that he received much more attention from Constan, even Limin expects more than just admiration alone.
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tbc
happy reading yes, gaes :)
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