Aksaberyl
Secret Letter
..."All I know is that women and men can't fully meet. If one of them has a feeling and then expresses it then they can no longer be friends."...
...~ Beryl Ara Lavel ~...
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On this rather cold night, under the dim light of a candle, Wasa kissed me. Before I could never imagine something like this happening, he who got out of control and I who did not have time to avoid was so surprised. What's on her mind now I know but I don't think she likes me.
Our lips are still in chains, I don't know how many minutes have passed but this feels so long. Until slowly the kiss from her loosened and made me feel a little relieved. With minimal lighting he stared fixedly at my eyes, I now do not know how my face in front of him.
It's violation!!!
I still noticed his eye movements, the first one just saw me move back to look at my nose and down to my lips again. The first is a mistake and the second is not repeated!
When Wasa was about to kiss me again quickly I was at most right on my face, I don't want it to happen again I won't forgive her I told her it was a violation.
Wasa was surprised by my attitude as she slowly regressed her body, her hands were on my back and cheeks were also released. Now I can't look him in the face, too embarrassed to see him and I'm afraid I'll fall asleep again like that. I'm afraid, afraid I can't help it.
"I'm sorry I got out of control" she said.
I didn't know what to answer but her footsteps were heard away from me and the sound of the door was heard. I saw her body that just went outside the house, she must be ashamed just like me. I quickly got off the dining table, crouched down and covered my face with both hands.
"Must be my face now like a boiled crab.." I said.
"I'm so embarrassed... This is the first time I kissed a real man who was my friend.... Now, how should I behave in front of him?" ask me myself.
The sound of the door opening sounded in my ear, I spontaneously stood up. A glimpse of her who walked towards me, I still did not dare to look at her so my gaze was only towards her feet. Now what does he want to say?
"Beryl.." call her in a soft voice.
"Yes...?" I answered nervously.
"It looks like you're uncomfortable so I'll go home and you'll be fine" she said.
Without waiting for my answer he stepped towards the door but I couldn't let him come home this late and I pulled the tip of his arm.
"Wait.. It's late at night, I'm just afraid you why-why so just stay here first. When the sun is up you can go." I bargain with him, however I remain worried about him.
Wasa turned around to face me, I ventured to look at her just to convince her to stay here for some time.
"I can take good care of myself, you know who I am." joked him.
"You have rest" he said with a thin smile.
Wasa's back on the road, I can't stop her. But I believe that he will be fine especially with him a knight will not hurt him. If he stays here it will be very difficult for him and myself.
"But.." his steps stopped and turned again before me.
"Can I see you?" ask her.
Was it also a burden on his mind? It must have been a mistake and he seems to have known that it was forbidden without my need to say, so give the opportunity once again is okay, right?
I just nodded to her question then smiled faintly at her, got a yes answer from me Wasa rubbed gently on the top of my head and gave me her sweetest smile.
It turned out to be true as well as what my grandmother said to me, dangerous both-and-a-half with men and Wasa is a dangerous man for the health of my heart and mind.
After Wasa's departure, I locked the door and sat staring at the fireplace. I stared pushyly at the fire that was burning the wood, rethinking why I could be in this foreign place. There must be one reason that I have not known until now but if that reason is done whether I can change dimensions again? or am I going to stay in this place?
"What should I do now?" I said confused.
I think the eyes that had been fresh since the incident would remain fresh real now drowsiness me slowly attacked so I chose to go back to sleep and try to forget about the incident earlier.
Rosemary fragrant bush greets my sense of smell, this soothing fragrance comes from where? The dark room that was in front of me happened again, I was dreaming and now what will happen?
Slowly the darkness in front of me faded away changing with a calm feel, my eyes glazed and found a woman sitting in the corner of the room. I watched her from afar, who was that woman?
"Aahhhh shit.why can't I write it right." she said suddenly.
The woman repeatedly crumpled her paper and dumped it back, then wrote it back and found it again. What the hell is he doing? I was curious to try to peek at what he wrote down the paper but unfortunately my hands are translucent, I forgot that this is my dream world.
I shifted towards him, trying to peek behind his shoulder but when I tried to read his writing only writing that I could not understand, what language is this?
I turned to her pretty face, her eyes plump and her eyes furrowed, her eyebrows engraved beautifully, she did not wear excessive makeup so impressed naturally. At first I thought this woman was a stranger but over time I noticed her face was very similar to my grandmother, is this not my grandmother? I don't know for sure because before that I never saw a picture of my grandmother being young.
The woman folded the paper she wrote down and then put it into another paper that had been formed like a letter with a stamp marked with a Harpy Eagle and a bow and arrow of fire that leads up, he stood up and passed me just leaving this room. I was still curious to try to follow her out but the door turned into a wall blocking me, I can not go anywhere out of this room can not let alone wake up from a dream can not.
I waited for her to come back and look through the contents of this room, here is just an ordinary room with a fragrant Rosemary. The room furniture is also impressed simple there are only the necessary items but the most impressed me when I see the collection of arrows and arrows that many are also beautiful. With black and brown domination colors that glint his arrow looks luxurious maybe if in my dimension it must be called an antique.
"The woman must be a great archer" I said in amazement.
I continued to search the contents of this room with curiosity even under the bed I entered but there was nothing else I found other than the arrow. I approached the table where she had written earlier, trying to find a language I could understand but the wind from outside her window swept over some of the neat paper on the table and it fell apart. I tried to quote the papers but it immediately came to my senses that this was only my dreamland so I could not clear it up until my gaze stopped at one of the names written on the scattered paper.
Genio Dear...
That's how it was written, I tried to read the contents but again blocked the language that I did not recognize and under the content of the letter made me surprised.
From Hera, your friend.
It's not a coincidence, is it? these scattered papers, this simple room and that woman was my grandmother?! I didn't expect to be able to dream in Grandma's youth but why is Grandpa Genio's name here? Do they know each other?
When I was surprised by what I just found out I was shocked back by an old woman who entered this room, the look was still the same as before but her face had changed. That old, wrinkled face is really my grandmother!
Grandma walked in with both hands covered in blood, she grasped the broken bow and arrow fragments and sat down to her writing desk regardless of the blood dripping on the floor of her room. I approached her and tried to check on her condition, with a face so sad and tears that my grandmother kept flowing writing letters with a prefix, Dear Genio.
Seeing this sudden change of grandmother make my chest tight, I was not strong. I touched Grandma and asked her what happened but it's useless it's still my dreamland, damn it!
Grandma put the contents of her letter on an envelope that was also exposed to her blood and then branded her using the stamp earlier. She moved again from her seat towards the door of this room but before she actually came out, grandma turned her body and looked at me blankly.
"Goodbye." she said, then the door closed violently.
I was shocked by what happened, this simple room turned into a war arena. The silhouette of a man with his sword, a woman with his horse and another woman with his arrow. Shouts of anger rang out from all directions, pain and crying rang out incessantly until a white light grabbed me and made me wake up from the dream in shock.
I held my chest that was pounding violently, my breathing was congested after waking up from the dream. My eyes felt so glare, I repeatedly blinked my eyes and regulated my breathing. What does that dream mean? I can't think but all I know in the dream was that there was Grandpa Genio's name, maybe I can ask him about it and also my curiosity before him.
"I have to go now!" I said hurry.
I took Wasa's cloak, put on the piece of cloth Olaya gave me and washed my face for a while without changing clothes. Outside the weather was bright so I could leave now, Wasa like her would not stop by my house.
I locked the door of the house and stepped my foot towards the Information Market. During the trip there I was still feeling anxious, the incident of the kidnapping was still in my head. Actually I could have asked Wasa to take me there but Wasa would have balked, but this might have been my last chance to meet Grandpa Genio. After the dream, however, my feelings became unpleasant.
Along the way some kind of bird lined up with tree branches, like watching me walking alone. This morning just like the morning before her, this cool air I will not be able to get when moving dimensions again but still here dangerous, more dangerous before I move dimensions.
Right in the white fog I set my step and went in there, the atmosphere of the market that looks crowded this morning makes my misgivings decrease. People were not paying attention to me, they were busy with their respective affairs until my gaze and footsteps stopped in front of the red pole shop.
"Who? how are they still closed?" ask me to be confused myself.
Unusual hours like that Grandpa Genio brlum open, usual before the others open Grandpa already open first but this is why?
I was confused to find out to the other traders but they just said they didn't know and ignored me, is it possible that Grandpa Genio is inside?
I went to her door, trying to knock on that door. One tap, two taps and the third time when I tap a hand holding my left move, it makes me surprised.
"Who are you?!." asked me to avoid.
A man with half his face covered in robes stood before me, I kept retreating and hit the door that was behind me, who was he?
However the man got closer and closer to making me shudder in fear but a few seconds after that he lowered the cloak that covered half his face and made me shocked in disbelief, Grandpa!!!
"Grandfather.." I said gladly.
"Sstttt." said Grandpa with his right index finger in front of his mouth.
Grandpa pulled my hand into the red shop and locked the door. Grandpa opened the body that covered her and put her on the table, I'm happy to see Grandpa again but why didn't he open the tavern?
"Why is the door in the lock? Grandpa's not selling?" ask me curious.
"That's not important.. Let's sit down first, there's something you want to ask, right?" his words seem to know.
I nodded and obeyed his order to sit down, Grandpa went back and gave me a cup of water to drink.
"Drink." she said.
"Thank you, cake." I removed the piece of cloth that covered half my face and drank the drink that grandfather provided without noticing his face that looked shocked.
"Why is your face like that?" ask Grandpa worried.
"This.." I started to feel my face that was no longer smooth.
"This is what I got when I was kidnapped a few days ago" I replied without seeing Grandpa Genio.
"A kidnaped?! Jesus, Beryl, why???" ask Grandpa.
"Meet me? why should it be night? didn't you know it was dangerous here at night?" ask her in a high voice.
I'm afraid to hear it....
"There's something I want to ask the cake so I can't wait long, before I go home from work there's something I want to ask but grandpa's got a guest so can't." I continued.
"Stupid! you're a fool.." said Grandpa.
"What do you want to ask to harm yourself?" ask her again.
After I got here I was happy but to ask that made me doubt, should I? what if Grandpa doesn't answer? nay! no, I've come so far even martial-brain with conditions that are not fit, I can not hesitate.
"The first time I was kidnapped, my grandfather told me to clean up my grandfather's room. I initially just wanted to clean up without being curious about the contents of the room but a newspaper was scattered just like that and I read it until I found an article about the Lavel family. I read her and it made my chest tight when the head of the Arambel family said Lavel should be killed, did grandfather know about the Lavel family? is it a coincidence that my last name is the same as the one in the paper?" say me with a few questions.
Grandpa who listened was shocked by what I said, his face that looked agitated as well as afraid to make me follow worried. I was afraid, afraid that what I heard later was the truth that I was thinking about right now. I hope Grandpa says it wrong and makes this feeling of tightness escape me.
"Son, I don't want to lie anymore." said Grandpa.
Please don't say it's true....
Ttookk...
Ttookk...
Ttoookkk...
The sound of knocking on the door rang out, Grandpa rushed to that door and opened it. A woman wearing a robe came in and grandfather locked the door again, who is this? She opened the cloak that covered her and looked like a woman I knew.
"I'm sorry I'm late, let's open the tavern " said Olaya, she was unaware of my whereabouts.
"Today we won't open" Grandpa told him.
"Oh again? why cake?" ask the woman.
"Grandfather should explain something to Beryl, let's go home" Grandpa replied as he looked at the confused me.
Olaya also turned her gaze from Grandpa to me, her surprised face immediately approached me who was sitting.
"Beryl.." she said while holding both my hands.
"Let's Olaya we don't have time before they come back" Grandpa told Olaya.
"Son, I'll tell you about it but it's not here so you go first with Olaya, I'll catch up with you." Grandpa continued.
Olaya who understood instantly pulled my hand through the back door, only for a moment did I see grandfather before actually coming out of this tavern in a hurry. Olaya didn't say anything to me, she pulled my hand and helped me to get on her horse. With a single blow his horse ran through the crowded streets.
"Olaya, where are we going?" ask me.
"To my house." she answered.
"Is it far away?" ask me again but he doesn't answer.
The path he took looked foreign before me, we had already exited the market and now the right-hand-looking street was just a vast field of weeds without stopping. The speed of Olaya's horse that was so fast made me afraid of falling from the horse so I tightly hugged her from behind, I closed my eyes because I was so scared when my heart wanted to memorize this street.
Before long I felt Olaya's horse running slowly until it felt like it was on the road, I curiously opened my eyes and saw a beautiful mountain with a large house at the foot of the mountain. Olaya came down with one jump and gave her hand to me as my pedestal came down.
"Thank you." I said to her, who nodded.
"Let's go in" he said assuming my hand.
I followed his steps, his house looks mediocre from the outside but when I passed the fence guarded by two knights I was amazed by him. A large door with blue dominance mosaic stone that looks beautiful, window glass so shiny and clean makes me amazed. Not to mention the building made of the most sturdy stone is also an emblem of Echis Carinatus with a star wrapped around it, wah her family emblem is not playing.
"Your house is so good." praise me.
"This house is still far less than other noble houses" said Olaya.
"No, neither your house nor my friend's house are equally good when compared to my house will lose." I joked to him.
A few servants greeted me and Olaya, they saluted her and offered to help but Olaya just told them to leave and leave us both. He took me to a locked room from the outside and opened it with the key he pulled out under his cloak.
"Please come in" he told me.
A room opened in front of me and the fragrance of Pappermint burst out, Olaya closed the door and sat down on one of the chairs in the room.
"What room is this?" ask me.
"Grandfather's workroom." she replied.
"Waahhh...!!! I think grandfather only has a house that is not much different from where I live turns out to be this luxurious ya." said I who was still amazed.
"Don't you forget that promise?" ask Olaya.
I sat back in front of him and nodded at his question.
"Then tell me now" he said.
I began to tell her what happened to me, without reducing or adding to her I kept the story until it was finished. Olaya listened carefully though occasionally her face looked anxious to hear my story.
"It's so bad that woman!!!" said with annoyance.
"Grandfather's base said the last few days there was a group of people looking for your traits until yesterday" he continued.
"What's? is anyone looking for me? keep grandpa saying what?" ask me to start being scared.
"Grandfather just said no know but they like him do not believe so continue to monitor the market" replied Olaya.
"Grandfather's message told me to go straight in.." I said softly.
Who is the one who is looking for me? are those sellers? or even Chalya's people? Just thinking about it made my head dizzy, this time I was really in danger.
"Ryls... Beryl.." call Olaya, I turned to her with my eyebrows twitched.
"Don't think too much about it." she said trying to calm me down.
"But.." my words were cut off with the sound of the door opening revealing Grandpa Genio's newly arrived.
Seeing Grandpa Genio approaching his desk, Olaya walked towards grandfather. With a mixed spirit, Olaya told her what I had experienced to her grandfather, Grandpa Genio listened carefully. From far away I noticed the change in Grandpa's face, Grandpa's self-esteem looked the same as my grandmother's.
"Olaya, now grandfather knows thank you for telling his son." said Grandpa stroked the top of Olaya's head.
"But can you give us some space first? there's something Grandpa wants to talk to Beryl about." continued Grandfather glanced at me.
With a single nod of Olaya coming out of this room, I will now be ready to hear grandfather's answer. Grandpa Genio stood up from his seat, he was looking for something on the shelves not far from his desk. Several times he checked on different shelves until he stopped on one shelf and remained silent for quite a while. I wanted to get to her and offer her help but her sense was impolite.
Grandpa turned around and walked towards me with a worn box in his hand making me wonder what it was. Grandfather then sat down and fell silent again in front of me, his eyes fixed on the box that was also in front.
"On your question earlier I'll tell you the truth" said grandfather began the conversation.
"True, the lavel is your surname and the newspaper you read is also true you are a member of the Lavel family" said the grandfather.
Degh!!! it turns out that my thoughts for a few days are right, my chest is pounding hearing Grandpa's answer.
"But why did I read in the paper that my family was wiped out?" ask me not to understand.
"I also don't understand why the families that are so affected in this kingdom are being wiped out" replied the grandfather.
"If my family's all wiped out why am I still here?" ask me.
"Initially I thought you were also slaughtered in the atrocity but a few days after the tragic incident I found a box not far from my residence, this is the box." my grandfather pointed to the box in front of me.
"When I opened the contents there was a letter with a blood stain that was still fresh as well as a broken arrow. I never thought that your grandmother would deliberately put this old box around my house, even though she could just come to my house and give it to me. At first I thought like that until I realized something bad had happened to him." continued grandfather with a riled face.
I just kept quiet without reproaching, trying to understand Grandpa Genio's sudden words and trying to calm my startled feelings because what I dreamed of was the same as Grandpa's statement.
"What's the contents of that box of cakes? can I see her?" ask me.
Grandfather immediately opened the worn box, an arrow that had been broken and the paper that had been smeared with blood was seen before me. I spontaneously touched her, noticed the broken stamp and a goosebumping feeling flowed all over my body.
"Grandfather, can you read this letter? I don't understand it at all." I said, even the language my grandmother wrote was the same as the one in my dreams. Only now did I realize that the dream was also a sign that this would happen to me.
"All right." said the grandfather and took the letter out of my hand.
"Dear Genio's....
I'm sorry if I just told you now after a long time of not exchanging greetings. I deliberately sent the broken arrow as a sign that this letter I made but again sorry because the arrow was covered in blood. Everything has happened to me, the politics of the nobles have started to play and now I don't know when my death came. I can't talk much anymore, my time is limited. Please keep the jewel of my heart under your watch, there is no one else I trust and can take care of except yourself. Maybe I don't have a long life but if one day I get a chance to meet you, I'll buy you a tuna sandwich just like you did. One more gem of my heart named Beryl Ara Lavel, you will know only by looking at it once but please tell her to be careful not to tell her identity. Thank you Genio, I hope you're happy.
From your friend, Hera...."
In the blink of tears I shed hearing the contents of the letter, my chest became increasingly tight. I didn't understand what happened to my grandmother until she wrote the letter, and then the dream came to my head again.
Grandpa who saw me crying just came to me, he hugged me who felt he was not strong. I hugged her tightly with increasingly heavy cries, I could feel the sincerity Grandpa gave me.
Grandma, why do I have to come back here? how can I live if my loved ones die in that tragic tragedy? how am I supposed to live in this dangerous place alone, Grandma?
Today the wound in my heart is gaping back....