The Finger Ring
Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
“Well, you already have a rather dubious reputation. Isn't that right, Constan?” Limin said that right now in the hope that he received far greater attention from Constan, even Limin expected more than just admiration.
Actually Limin doubted Constan, could the man be loyal and gentle? But that way, it's okay for Limin that most importantly he wants Constan to be with him.
“Are you really going to stay at that cottage? Your friend is just an owl and there is no water channel,” he asked unsure.
“Farrow ghost? Just snapped with a twig stepped on, and about the water, I will collect rainwater at night and when it rains,” Constan laughs at Limin's statement on his cottage. “And of course I will stay there.”
“Who will take care of you? Will Mrs Woods be willing to come to that place?” ask Limin again.
“No, Limin. I'm not going to ask Woodsy to come here. I'll cook my own cooking. You just calm down. Even if I can't do it, of course I will find a waiter to cook me and help clean up my entire cottage,” Constan explained.
“I intend to make that place as my media place to win myself,” he continued.
Limin stared at his fingers, then looked towards the cup that contained the warm tea. “Why don't you just stay here, in the Peters family? I really don't understand what you're thinking, Constan.”
“Hehe, you don't need to understand. Because my mind is different. You know, a family and relatives are better off living in separate houses, and they rarely meet. And did you know that I'm actually a loner?” sahut Constan's.
“Is that true?” limin's eyes immediately looked at Constan mockingly. “You are one of the famous London public idols and you know it. You also like people who like to give you compliments. I think that includes the form of love you feel for yourself, Cons,”. Limin turned his gaze towards the front.
Constan turned his face to Limin and approached him. He leaned over and held onto Limin's face.
“You know? That's not true. I love my dog so much!” After Constan said that he immediately released his hand which touched Limin's face and turned into the house.
A quiet weekend getaway. Constan left the Peters residence on Saturday morning to head to his cottage. He went to his cottage to arrange all the furniture he brought from London. When Dygta came down for breakfast, he no longer saw Constan. Dygta continued his activities after finishing breakfast to go to the library and read books there.
About eleven o'clock.
When David, the butler of the household, brought him coffee. He paused for Mrs Peters to enter first. Dygta was sitting in a chair reading a book of legend. Dygta was surprised when people were caught looking to see Grandma appear with her domestic assistant who was holding a tray containing a cup of coffee. David immediately stepped up and placed a coffee tray near Dygta.
Dygtra directs his hand to pick up a cup of coffee that is still hot and the distinctive aroma of coffee is tempting. He immediately tasted it and offered Mrs Peters coffee. Mrs Peters just looked at Dygta.
“I don't drink coffee,” said Mrs Peters flat. “Because I can't drink bitter coffee without sugar and cream. I have diabetes,” he explained again.
“Really?” dygta asked sympathetically to the old man before him. At that moment Dygta remembered Manner's saying that his grandmother had to diet from various foods.
“Well, don't worry about it in your heart,” he said again in a flat tone. “Diabetes is a comfortable complaint, because there is a doctor in this house. Well, finish your coffee soon and we'll go to the garden. You'll look healthier by getting out of this room. So that your face does not look pale too. The pallor on your face will decrease when you come out of this dark, old-fashioned room.”
“Good. I would love to know we will go to the garden,” Dygta said quickly with a sumringah radiating on the look on his face.
The tall trees and flower buds were seen from the library window where they were at the moment, but he did not want to go to the garden alone. He was afraid of breaking or disturbing something unexpected, although Manner always said he could go anywhere in the house or take a walk in the garden. Dygta knew that Manner was in charge of the house, but his servants made Dygta feel bad, as he always looked at him questioningly.
“Are you used to us now, Dygta?” ask Grandma. Grandma stood close to Manner's desk and looked at the silk handkerchief to wipe the ink and commented to Dygta.
“Try to see this!” exclaim Grandma Peters. “What are you going to do with that man? I know he doesn't have to count the money, but there's no need to always wipe the ink with a silk handkerchief. Or use Burslem bowl as ashtray!”
Dygta was shocked to see what the old woman was showing, and on the blue bowl there was a cigarette butt that had a Limin lipstick on.
“Since childhood it has always been like this,” Grandma continued to Dygta and threw ash and cigarette butts into the trash and then she immediately cleaned with a dirty silk handkerchief, scrap wiping ink.
“He never had an appreciation in the Peters family for good things. I'm worried about what will happen to these things if I don't exist anymore so that no one can watch over them. It's a pity that Constan wasn't my older son, because Peters left behind a fortune this good. It will be safer in his hands. He really appreciates the meaning of a porcelain or a good object such as a glass for example. Manner did not know that to serve the food using a bowl where to eat animals, or drink with a special glass to gargle. I imagine all the beautiful things in the Peters family will be sacrificed to Manner for his research into science. He can do that kind of thing.”
Grandma took a deep breath, and returned the Burslem bowl back to where it was. “I've lived in this Peters family for a long time. It's been years, little girl,” he told Dygta. “I came here as a seventeen-year-old newlywed, and grew up in this house over sixty-five years.”
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