Wolf Child

The holy girl

"then why don't you make your own colors?" said Dirga.

"meaning?"

"i don't really understand the meaning you just said, but if you don't think your life isn't like the Peony flower, why don't you make your own color? whatever the meaning and meaning of your name your life is yours whatever color there will be later it's your right, so just make your own color"

"my life is mine? but I was a slave, a slave who ran away" he cried.

"was being a slave really your wish? after all, now that you have run away, be a yellow Peony to start a new life and believe in yourself because you are also a beautiful white peony, keep moving forward and keep your honor because you are also a red peony, and be the pink peony who will live happily with your marriage someday" Dirga's cerosos is serious.

"can I be a peony of all colors?"

"i told you your life is yours you could be any color" Dirga said seriously.

"so yeah? thank you for your advice, but to be a red and pink peony I can't seem to be"

"why?" dirga asked with plain eyes.

"i can't keep my honor because my chastity has been taken away, and I might get married if it's like this" Peony said bitterly.

"ahhh i-it.."

"i didn't expect that far either, but I'm glad to hear your words, thank you Dirga" Peony said with a sincere smile.

"no need to thank me for just talking"

"father I'm hungry"

"you hungry? then I'll go hunting, you'll be here with Peony?"

"do you really understand the language?" ask Peony curiously.

"let's just say I can telepathize with him"

"ohh yes yes" said Peony mangosteen.

After completing the entrails Dirga returned to travel, but since this morning the girl who was with him was very talkative, as if there was no more burden in his mind.

Dirga thought that maybe the girl was a cheerful girl, but because of the calamity that befell her he turned quiet, but fortunately he was back cheerful now.

"by the way you only know the meaning of peonies or many more flowers?" dirga asked to open the conversation.

"i know quite a lot about flowers because my mother was the one who cultivated flowers"

"oh yeah? did the flower grow on its own?"

"yes, my mother is very skilled in caring for flowers, my house is like a garden from which you know" Peony replied excitedly.

"did you just live alone with your mother?"

"yes, my father's been dead since I was a child and I'm the only child, if you?"

"me? emm I have a brother who's a genius but he's very grumpy"

"ohyah? is that her genius?" tanya Peony enthusiastically.

"yes he's a genius, he can create many potions, he's also very intelligent in learning, and yaaaaa I can say he's a book maniac, he never left the book until my mother was angry" explained Dirga Long.

"how old is your brother?"

"16 years past 3 months"

"uh uh? your brother's my age? then your age?"

"i'm only 13 years old"

"what? you still that young? I thought you were in your 20s" Peony cried in shock.

"is my face that old?"

"emm if you see it actually does not, maybe because of thick eyebrows and the way you speak that seems mature so I think that you are that old, besides, where is a 13-year-old boy who is as close as you are? my height is much higher than mine so I thought you were older"

"is that high, huh? but if you think again my father is high anyway" ucao Dirga.

"if your mother?"

"my mother is small, not much different from you, but she's a monster"

"monster?"

"yes, even though he is small he is very strong, even my father who is big height is subject to him, he is also monter grumpy whenever I make a mistake he will be angry until my ears panasa, he said, and you know he is very fond of touching my eel until it feels like my eel will be split" said Dirga murmured.

"why do you think that?"

"because she has a good child so I guess she is a very good woman😊"

"emmm yahh she was hard and had a spicy mouth but you're right, my mother was a very nice woman, somehow I always imagined a fragrant flower that had white petals when I remember her, although I used to say she was a monster but my mother was a goddess, she was a very good goddess, until the end of her life she only cared about her children"

"to the end of life? don't tell.."

"my mother's been gone since I was 6"

"then your father?"

"he's the same"

"ohh I'm sorry"

"why do you always apologize for everything?" dirga asked not understanding.

"because I accidentally reminded you of your parents' deaths"

"no problem, anyway my memory of those happy memories"

"you said you had a sister but why aren't you together, and where's your brother?" ask Peony curiously.

"my brother is somewhere and the reason we're not together is for both of us"

"i don't understand"

"it's a point that my brother and I walked different paths, but our goals were the same, we were both separated for our own good"

"ohh sou, I'm curious about your brother"

"my brother was smaller than me, his skin was as white as mine but his white was a little paler, he rarely spoke but once spoke his level of spiciness exceeded the spiciness of our mother's mouth, but yes he is like my mother he is actually a good person" he explained.

"what about your father's nature?"

"his face is similar to mine but his skin is darker, he is good at concocting medicine like my brother but his nature is somewhat similar to mine, my father is easy to get along with and he is a very gentle and loving person" Dirga explained.

"so you look like your father and your brother looks like your mother?"

"yup"

"if you?"

"me? emm I don't know much about my father but my mother is gentle, she said very subtly but obviously I'm very different from her, so I think I might look like my father"

The two continued to tell a long story, they shared memories of a childhood that was quite pleasant, very clearly twinkle the eyes of the Peony was very happy, very different when they first met.

"may I ask you something?"

"wasnwhat?"

"why are you a slave?"

"DEGS"

When Peony stopped walking, his feet trembled violently at Dirga's question.

"ahh sorry .. I shouldn't have asked that" Dirga said in a panic as she noticed the change in Peony's expression.

"it's okay, I'm just surprised that you've suddenly asked that" Peony replied bowed.

"you don't have to answer it, forget the question.."

"no papa I will tell you . I actually look a little like my mother, I like flowers like her, two years ago my mother ran out of jasmine flowers and I took the initiative to look for them in the forest, and I took the initiative to find them in the forest, but maybe I was too deep into the woods and accidentally I met a boar, for fear that I ran off without direction and got lost, when I was scared I met some people and they said they were taking me to the village, because I thought they were good people I followed them without any suspicion, but when they entered the village they smothered me and sold me to the slave merchant, I was locked up in a narrow room with some girls there, after a few days someone bought me and I was taken to his house, there .. there I was treated like an animal, he hit me and kicked me when I refused to serve him, though he is a man who already has 3 wives, he also gave me leftover food, he robs me of my chastity and always makes me go long every day, even his children also do the same to me, he said, it felt like I wanted to die every second, but there was nothing I could do but cry, I was just used as a tool to satisfy their passions, I lost my chastity to lose myself and to lose my life, it-it's such a disgusting memory, I'm so disgusting😭" she cried unstoppably.

"are you treated like that for 2 years?" ask Dirga in disbelief.

" ... " The peony simply nodded without answering.

His tears flowed swiftly, all the wounds he had been bruising all this time he just took out and poured out, just like that, bitter and disgusting memories that will always be embedded in his heart and memory until the girl dies later.

"you're wrong Peony, you're not a disgusting girl, every woman in the world deserves respect and respect, for me, whenever you're a holy girl"

.....connect.....