The Finger Ring
Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Dygta walks along the path in Samoing Manner, listening to Manner's story telling the Peters family, telling him about the park that the public always go through as a shortcut to the public road.
“What is the reason you stopped practicing in Harley Street, London?” asked Dygta who suddenly wanted to know.
“Because I am interested in learning more about the disease that is very difficult to cure. You know what that is? One of them is rheumatic disease,” replied Manner.
“Rematic?”
Manner nodded his head in justification. He began to explain that many of his patients used to have had attacks or suffered from the disease and were treated in various ways other than taking certain medications to be able to relieve therapy in just a very short time. Therefore, he is now studying in more detail about rheumatism and he hopes to make a discovery in the form of a powerful drug to relieve the disease suffered by sufferers.
“Wow! That's a really great thing to do, Doctor!” exclamation Dygta. “And this proves that I was right about you!” said again.
“Right about me?” manner was confused.
“Yes, you have a kind nature,” Dygta said while grinning with wide lips.
Dygta realized that Manner was observing that the shoes he was wearing at the moment were wet from being exposed to the puddles they were passing through while walking.
Manner said, “That's exactly the way you do right now. Walking in a puddle and letting your feet stay wet, it can cause you to get rheumatism.”
As they continued down the slightly drizzling path, the water splashed towards Dygta and hit the bottom of his shirt behind his raincoat, Dygta let out a crisp laugh of excitement.
“I love to play water! Maybe I was the incarnation of a water-loving duck when I saw water. Ahaha...” he said happy with a cheerful tone.
Dygta ran away from Manner. His cut black hair swayed to and fro like flapping wings. His raincoat sleeves were waving.
Manner laughed at Dygta's childlike behavior when he encountered water. He widened his steps following Dygta across the wet grass as it was being drenched in rainwater.
When Manner had reached the end of the field, Dygta was already standing by the church gate.
“What a beautiful voice. Dr. Peters?” his murmur heard the faint-sounding praises in his ears inside the church. Dygta smelled something he thought was new to him. He had never walked along the Devon’s Hire road on a Sunday morning before. He also heard the church bells ringing. Throughout his memory he also never knew of any life in the luxurious Peters family like that.
“You know,” Dygta said with a vibrating voice. “I can't constantly hang myself to your hospitality and kindness, Doctor.”
“Call me, Manner. I told you, call me Manner,” with a smile on the man's sweet lips, touching his finger on Dygta's lower lip.
“The kind of heart you say is a part of the sunshine that shines on everyone, and it is a value that has been born in me,” he explained.
“You are good, Doctor,” said Dygta again warmed. Suddenly Dygta still thought about what Manner's cousin had said to him.
“Have you never thought that I had done something like tricking you into getting everything from you?”
“I know it's not true. And please forget Constan!” manner said quickly.
“Their cousin likes the woman,” Dygta said remembering Constan's somber look at Limin who wore an open shirt on his shoulder that revealed his smooth white skin on Friday afternoon. How the two of them sang together accompanied by piano keys and close to each other in the family room.
“Limin is beautiful. The body he has is the body goal of all women. And every time I was in one room with him, I felt like a ugly duckling, with my hair tangled.” Dygta quickly grabbed her hair.
Manner quickly turned his gaze toward Dygta, then his laughter exploded, bursting open.
“That child is ugly, ahaha. promise me you won't turn into a goose,” still with his laughter heard in the ears.
Dygta smiled, shy. The swan? Dygta thought as he put his hand in his raincoat pocket and looked towards the puddle. The splash of water was recorded in the sunlight, and he began to think about what Mrs Peters had said yesterday. The hazel-green eyes also met the sight of the Manner netra.
“You're not like that, Dygta. You have good eyes that I've seen in my entire life,” Manner said, which can make Dygta's heart churn out when he hears it.
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It was a Friday, all afternoon Dygta was in the back garden and was sweeping the dry leaves that were strewn there. He helped Turner sweep the garden yard. As the day grew darker, Dygta rushed to store brooms and bins inside the storage shed.
“I will go inside, Mr. Turner,” cried Dygta as he observed the already clean road after he swept the area.
Turner nodded his head at the sign he allowed Dygta into the house. Turner accepts Dygta's presence in the Peters family as should be the new one in the family. Turner also kept and cared for the flowers in the Peters family garden area as his job. Dygta also studied various flowers and how to care for flowers, even hearing many stories about the Peters family.
He learns that Manner's grandmother was close to Peters's family before marriage. Grandmother married a cousin of the Peters family who was her own family.
Turner said that marriage was carried out with a very common custom so that the family's wealth did not escape or fall into the hands of others who were not family or descendants of the family itself. He also said whether the marriage was really based on love, or not, but life at the time seemed happy. He said again that Manner Peters being a doctor does not see how rich and does not want to be someone who is rich.
“But Mrs Peters really likes Mr Constan,” Dygta chirps.
“Oh, that's Mrs Peters,” Mr Turner confirmed.
“Good. Good night, Mr. Turner,” Dygta suddenly ran into the house.
Dygta leapt up the stairs and headed to the living room. When he opened the curtains as he entered the room, there was a new smell of very pungent coffee and cigarette smoke. Dygta was shocked to hear Limin's voice there.
“What's wrong with you, Dygta? Why is it like that? If you're scared, just go in!” limin said astonished at Dygta's behavior.
When he came in, he saw Constan behind his back. Constan looked at Dygta's frightened face, then he smiled and released his gaze to Dygta.
“Nah, look! What I brought to visit you,” Constan pointed to the carpet that was there and he sat quietly like a kitten, a Banker, a very graceful and dashing beast.
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tbc
