Aster Veren
Episodes 10

- Arshel

It's time for Aster's school to come home, he should be here any minute. My mind while stretching the muscles of my body that feels stiff because of a day of working in the room.

I breathed my tired breath when I saw my masterpiece that was almost finished along with the knocking sound of the door of my work that collapsed my admiration for the results of my work.

"I just admired my masterpiece ...." I muttered as I glanced lazily towards the door of my work space that slowly opened displaying the figure of Tomi in her ab suit.

"Excuse me young master." His voice slightly bent his body, then re-enforced it.

"What else is needed now?" Ketusku returned to continue my work that had stopped.

"As usual the young master is always busy with all these dresses." He made me look back at him.

"Because I'm a fashion designer." I felt annoyed at his presence. And my thoughts are now on my mother, maybe this man was sent by my mother to take me home forcibly as it had been before.

Mother is really stubborn, when will she give up? But yesterday he came, why is he coming again? And again this morning brother has also come, should mother send Tomi again now? I continue to remember Tomi's arrival yesterday.

"Did mom tell you to take me home again?" I asked full of search.

"No, he just asked me to deliver this invitation letter to the young master." He answered, giving an invitation to my hand.

"Hee ...." My mummy received a letter from Tomi's hand and immediately read the contents of the invitation letter.

"What birthday should you celebrate again this year? Isn't he too old to celebrate his birthday? I guess how old is sister now?" I continue to feel inexhaustible.

"Mrs asked the young master to attend the birthday party–" He said, stopping when he heard the sound of a car entering my yard.

Shortly after I heard Aster's tiny voice shouting "I'm home" I quickly walked out of my study to welcome his return.

"Welcome home." I said along with Hana who had returned to work this morning.

"Sir Hana." Aster immediately ran towards the servant and immediately plunged into his arms.

Asters .... My mind feels deep envy in my heart towards Hana.

"Young master is he the son that you adopted?" Ask Tomi who is standing next to me and takes Aster's figure seriously.

"Yes." Yeah." My answer.

"Hem ... Is he that kid?" He muttered while holding his thin bearded chin.

"Which child?" I asked back to stretch my muscles and noticed Aster who was so close to Hana.

"I remember telling the boy about the boy to the young master a few weeks ago. Does the young master not remember?" Obviously asking back made me immediately glance at him who was looking at me seriously.

"I forgot. If there's nothing more to talk about, you'd better leave now." I said as I walked up to Eric and left Tomi at the door of my study.

"Hows it? Have you investigated it?" I asked Eric who looked tired.

"Yes. Her homeroom teacher said that tomorrow there will be an art show, it looks like Aster won't tell the young master because he doesn't want to trouble the master and he still thinks of himself as a stranger." His answer made me look towards Aster.

"Thank you for your hard work today, you can go get some rest now .. and one more thing, stop calling me stupid young master!" I feel uncomfortable being called young master by my own little friend. Yeah, Eric was my little friend and my private secretary.

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After thinking about many things, I finally ventured to talk to Aster about the truth he needed to know.

And again I don't like it if he keeps thinking of himself as a stranger in this house. He has a strong bond with my family.

I took my breath as deeply as possible before knocking on the door of Aster's room, then exhaled it along with Hana's appearance from behind that door.

"Ah, tu–tuan young." His words look panicked.

"Is Aster asleep?" I asked while scratching my nape which honestly did not feel itchy at all.

"Yes. just now," he answered looking glum, "a–anu if the young master doesn't mind. Will you listen to my story?" The next instant I looked into my eyes seriously made me reflexively frown at my forehead because I was confused.

"I–ini about Aster." His words made my mind jumble, when I had wondered why I should listen to a servant's story.

But when I heard Aster's name, of course, I couldn't resist him from listening to his story. Moreover, the child was indeed very closed, and it made me very curious about his heart.

I want to know what he thinks, what he wants and what makes him unable to open up to me. And right now, I only know that Aster is so close to Hana, so I think maybe he told the waiter a lot.

Well it never hurts to listen to the story first. My inner.

Somehow I felt a little scared by her gaze, it was obvious that she was so worried about Aster. And it made me even more afraid to hear the story. I have decided to hear his story.

"Tu–tuan?" His voice broke my daydream.

"Follow me." I answered while walking towards the family room.

Arriving in the living room, I asked her to make some warm tea for me before she started her story. And the waiter made it for me.

Now I could see him sitting firmly before me with the look of his eyes staring deeply at the teacup before him. Then the next second I heard his breath and his brown bead began to look me in seriousness.

What serious thing is he going to tell me? He said it was about Aster, right? Is the kid sick again? I mean at that time Wanda once said that her lungs had problems, is she now sick again? My mind was wondering again.

"When the young master went to the big lady's house and stayed there for a few days, Miss Aster would often wake up at night and sit alone in the kitchen. His gaze also looked sad, at first I didn't really care about it. But the next night she came to my room and asked me to go with her to bed, maybe because of a nightmare or not used to this house." Clearly start telling stories.

"When she fell asleep, I saw the look on her face that was so worrying. If usually people would sleep with their peaceful faces, Miss Aster would sleep with her restless face instead. And the next second he woke up again with the look of his frightened eyes, perhaps the young master would also understand if he noticed the sleeping miss. What comes to mind is Miss Aster was having a bad dream but ...." The long followings made me unable to ignore what I heard.

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