The Finger Ring
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
“Sixty-five years!” dygta said with a surprised expression. How amazing and sad his life is intertwined in a house that is very long lived until it forms a new family in the house.
“Yes, this place is amazing and really effective for me. With the tower and the area overgrown with towering pine trees. I can also hear the sounds that fir trees make at night. His voice made me reflect for a moment and removed my silence while I was in the room.”
“Let's get out soon and get some sunshine in the fall,” said Mrs Peters.
They left the library room and headed to the back garden. The garden at the back of the courtyard looked natural with a neat arrangement.
Grandma has a special pleasure for the plantation so she always takes care of the plants in the garden for natural medicines. Dygta was engrossed in asking Grandma Peters about medicinal plants.
While recounting the plants, Nenenk recounted Constan's father who had become his favorite, where he placed much hope on Constan's father. But unfortunately Constan's father has disappointed Grandma a lot.
Dygta suddenly chirped, “Did Constan also disappoint you, Mrs Peters?”
“Constan?” the old woman's eyes were wrinkled. “Why are you asking like that about Constan?”
Dygta was puzzled by the question Mrs Peters asked again, why she suddenly wanted to know about Constan.
“Yes, I think you can forgive him for his actions, which are like forgiving a sweet but also naughty child,” said Dygta stuttered a little.
“With his attitude that is only silent?” madam Peters laughed crisply. “Yeah, you're one of those kids who has sharpness in thinking.”
“Am I like that?” tanya Dygta expressed a joke on her pale face.
“Well, it's time to come back, because it's soon to sting our skin,” take Mrs Peters.
They walked the other way back home. They meet Turner, a gardener who is busy dealing with dahlias. Mrs Peters said that when she came as a newlywed back then, Turner, had not been a gardener. Turner was the son of a former gardener.
Mrs Peters also said that she felt older, and a little senile recalling various objects. Many are forgotten by him.
When he met David in the kitchen, he exclaimed, “Take some vases in the library. The place looks chaotic and needs to be neatly arranged and filled with flowers. Take a vase with eik wood motif, which I think is suitable for dahlia.”
David glanced at Dygta who was carrying a bundle of dahlias that Turner had given him earlier. David poked his nose. He doesn't like it. Mrs Peters apparently knew what happened to David's face.
Dygta became clumsy for a moment and hesitated to bring the flower. He wanted to return the flower to where he had found it, to the garden.
Grandma exclaimed, “Oh, let's go in and carry on our plan. Do not be afraid of the servants. Of course they are not happy to assume that people who used to be servants are now leveling up not to be servants anymore. Constans thinks you're a former housekeeper or something. Is that right?” ask Mrs Peters then.
Mrs Peters who had been very friendly with questions that contained suspicions that made Dygta slapped. Dygta lowered his head and his eyes closed.
“I don't know, Mistress. But I knew not to stay here if I was under suspicion. I would prefer to stay in the hospital only.”
“But Manner chose to keep you here!” said the old woman chuckled, then looked at Dygta's pale face. “You're not pretty enough, but she has an interest in you. I know it. Do you like Manner?” ask Grandma later.
“Ya,” says Dygta straightforwardly. “He is very kind heart.”
“Omong empty what is this!” exclaim the old woman. “Omong empty what are you throwing? No man has pure goodness. They are a lot of gimmicks to act reasonably to seem like a good-natured person towards women. If he is kind, because he has a taste for women, then the women will be kind to him too.”
“Oh yes, this also applies to Manner,” he continued.
Dygta remembers Manner when they went to Brinsham, he was so kind. Not as a girlfriend or anyone special, but as a brother. It was hard to relate to what the grandmother had just said.
However Miss Peters stated that Dygta was not very beautiful, only a simple woman, and compared to Llimin, she would only look like a small sparrow next to a canary.
Saturday was nothing special. Mrs Peters said the sky would cry, aka rain. And it was true that all night, the rain kept pouring down the land of Devon.
The rain started to stop Sunday morning. Manner immediately picked up a raincoat, then smiled, gave it to Dygta, and took him for a walk along Devon’s Hire road.
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Granny Peters \= Mistress Peters
Manner \= Peters's Grandson
Constan \= Peters's Grandson
tbc
