Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 4.2

"Ah, I forgot about my dinner." Soon he took a piece of paint and dipped it briefly on warm tea. "What about you? Already eaten?"

"It." With boiled potatoes that quickly satiated rather than cake, continued Urana in the heart.

"Thank God." Take the laugh Count. How amazing he was, his aura of compassion was still felt. Maybe the lack of light in this place supports the radiance of the inner body. "I don't want my granddaughter to be sick."

"So, you'd really like to lose a grandchild?"

"Of course." One more piece the Count ate in a similar manner. "Anyone must want a grandchild. Imagine me who is old, needs a calm and entertainment that can be reconciled. Only with a grandchild can seniors like me enjoy old age."

Right too. Urana nodded in understanding, while her hand stroked the stomach. "I'll take care of him, so you can be happy."

"Ah, thank you. I'll be waiting for her to come." For a moment the Count sipped the black tea solemnly. Delicious sighs came out from his pale mouth and covered in white whiskers. "Have you given Raie dinner?"

"No, sir----I mean Dad," he replied stammeringly. "I'm still confused. What is her favorite food that I can cook?"

"Take anything, Urana," said the Count, he was busy finishing the painting. "Although you only serve warm black tea. Oh, this cake is delicious. Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes. Shall I make it again?"

"certain." The count's bare face emanated lereat gazes full of enthusiasm. "I'll wait for your sweet tomorrow."

Short story.

A set of tea drinking utensils neatly arranged in an iron tray. Urana take this with care. Footsteps with velvet sandals feel sluggish. All for the sake of no tea drops from a glass teapot.

From the way he looked at the warm drink, there was a strange picture in Urana's eyes. There are happy, but there are sides to target. His mind says, if he does not drink tea, he has the right to spend. It'sit's okay. He likes different types of tea.

"Mr Raie?" Urana entered the room carefully. The man remained sitting in his chair while reading some sheets of paper. Urana thought, it must be a letter from another kingdom.

"I ... make tea for your dinner." Although the cup and teapot were neatly stored on the table, Raie still did not move. But, Urana realized her gaze had changed. Not casually enjoying the contents of the letter, but the impression that Raie does not like his presence.

Bodo! Urana chose to stand next to Raie while looking at the letter in her husband's grasp.

Letter containing invitation to visit other regions. Invitation, yes.... Urana knew it was just an invitation for a purpose not far from the affairs of controlling and welfare of the community. But for this body and soul, Urana felt drowned. This leg wanted to disappear immediately, impatiently seeing his body drift like it was drifting at a depth of hundreds of meters. The thought of the spread of his wedding invitation with the land crocodile, like the pressure of water. The more stifling the chest. The more you want to crumble the body as easily as squeezing plastic wrap.

Indeed, he should know all the fears on the way to the guarantee.

Urana's consciousness disappeared, but she still felt her laughter at every touch. His skin touched cold. And the wind blew his face. If the real Urana drowned, he was very grateful. God still loves him.

Plaque!