Young Miss's boyfriend

About Love and Wounds!

"Master," said Carlen objected. He did not understand the things his master asked for.

"Just do what I ask. I'll be back in three months. You can go back to Alaska and tell all the elders who won't live long."

Carlen was just about to speak before Axenio's voice came back. "Don't come back and make me angry. You just need to confirm with the phone,"

"Master-" said Carlen objected. There was a sad tone in his call but he could do nothing. Again, he was alienated for taking care of things his master didn't like.

Axenio moved the back of his hand a few times. Signaling a clear expulsion. Seeing that Carlen could only sigh resignedly. He had no authority that could stand against his master. His master was very difficult to deal with but also sometimes a very generous person. He only knew that his master's heart was dead.

"I will do everything as you ask" Carlen said at the end. He took a deep breath and exhaled softly.

"Make sure you find a woman who is not a hassle. And don't forget, tell my future wife that I'm paralyzed!" axenio's thoughts when he heard the approval of his subordinates.

Carlen closed his eyes once more and cursed inwardly. He could only stop without being able to fight. These things are very troublesome indeed. But he also understood why the elders wanted his master to get married. It was because they were worried that his master would live a lonely and scarred life. Hope the marriage and the little baby can treat the wound in his master's heart.

"Okay, then I'll go."

Carlen stepped out of the big house with a silent feel. Making Axenio again pour Wine in his glass. Then his hand cheerfully pulled the glass in his hand and shook it slowly. When he saw Carlen in his yard, he stood slowly and looked at Carlen from the large glass window before him.

His face froze expressionlessly. His gaze was flat without emotion. Occasionally his hand carried the glass in his hand to his perfectly curved thin lips. Leaving a red color that made her lips tease with perfect good looks. The air around him seemed to be pulled down quickly. Adjusting the coldness of his untouchable heart.

His figure looks perfect. With a slightly tanned skin color that is tempting. Inlaid with two beautiful honey-brown eyes. Then thick, tapered eyebrows. As if it was indeed neatly painted to support his cold face. A high pointed nose, with a thin, seductive lip. Everyone would agree, that this man's good looks are perfect!

But who knows his kindness? He was known as a heartless cruel man. He has no heart and only a dead heart. The abundant wealth and solitude he chose made his grandparents a little worried. Even so, he was not a bad grandson. As hard as he may be with his choice, he will still be a slightly good 'child' in the eyes of his grandparents.

Axenio sighed softly. His eyes are very sharp. Sometimes my eyes can also stare with a dazzled twinkle like sweet honey and full of temptation to taste. But at the same time, the honey can become very toxic with just a light greeting from its thin lips.

"Mom, I just don't want to end up like you" Axenio said slowly. There was a wound in every word he said. It was like a deep wound that continued to hurt even though it had happened several tens of years ago. And those old memories that were stored back to the surface.

Flasbacks.

Twenty-two years ago, when Axenio was just five years old. He saw the quarrel of his father and mother from the wardrobe where he was hiding.

Srakk! Bruk! The woman's body was pushed up and fell down when a thirty-five-year-old man pushed her mercilessly.

"I don't love you! So you can take care of it yourself! I'll take care of my own life with my son and wife."

"Am I not your wife? We've been married for over ten years!"

"Don't brag! You're so boring!"

"You're outrageous! For the sake of women like her, you-"

Plakkkp! A slap landed hot on the woman's cheek. His eyes were watering with wounds in his heart that were extremely deep.

"Don't say anything. We're gonna split up, and I'm gonna divorce you."

"Dear, baby, baby, baby...."

From behind the closet hole, Axenio saw his father and mother who continued to fight. At that time, he did not know what divorce was. All he knew, from that day on, he never saw his father back. And his mother who cried every day. Her usual beautiful day changed overnight. The laughter he used to have with his father and mother never happened again.

The next day, he never saw his mother sane for a second. I don't know what, his mother often hit him for no reason. It creates hatred and deep wounds. Even so, he won't run away. He would still be silent and feel every pain in his body. Every moment his mother felt that his face grew so handsome that it resembled her father. And it carried deep hatred in his mother's heart.

The wounds are getting more and more every day. Growing up with a hatred of his own in his heart. He only knew that all this was because his mother, who loved his father so much, could not accept everything. Also including his presence! Then father? He did not know that his father would not look at him and chose to hug another woman with a little girl who looked very happy. And all of that is also because of love!

Live independently by getting a blow every day. That doesn't matter to him. Seeing his mother who every day mentions his father's name with the aroma of strong drinks, is also not new to him. He sees it every day! Also includes seeing his mother bring many different men every day and alternating! Those things did not freeze his heart. That hatred grew with his own wounds and pain.

No one's trying to complain or talk about it! When his mother deliberately beat him mercilessly. Leaving scars that don't disappear. He just kept quiet and accepted everything. Letting the pain flow through every part of his body. But she couldn't take it when her mother stabbed her own wrist since she said one thing.

"Mother, I love you! I won't leave you even if you kill me with your hands,"

I don't know what she did wrong, after she said that, her mother was hysterical and crying. Stay away from him and never hit him. But days later, she found a good mother figure despite never hugging her and talking to her at all. Always make good food with small notes about love and hurt. Although he was quite relieved but somehow it made his heart even more worried. And who would have guessed, that it was the last thing he could see. Before his mother committed suicide because she felt unable to do it all by leaving a deep wound about love!