Cry, Or Better Yet Beg
chapter 32.Happy Day

Mrs Etman welcomes her guests with a table full of delicious dishes and lavishly decorated with exquisite decorations. Leyla, and Dr. Etman and Kyle, fascinated by the warm hospitality bestowed by the House Mistress, something beyond their expectations.

“Thank you for the invitation Bu Etman.”

Leyla delivered the greeting she had trained dozens of times throughout the day and politely handed over the gift she had prepared: the: bouquets of roses and pickled peaches are beautifully packaged in beautiful jars.

"Thank you."

Madam Etman happily accepted the gift. As the******* swept over her, Leyla's face shone and Kyle's lips twitched like a grin. Mistress Etman's eyes turned icy cold as she watched her son, but she swiftly arranged her expression like a Mother full of tenderness.

Dr. Etman alluded that they would get married after the college enrollment announcement was released. However, since Kyle and Leyla were both accepted, it could be said that their marriage had been officially confirmed.

'My son is with a girl like that.'

Madame Etman slowly clenched her hands under the table. He was disappointed, but he stopped voicing his disapproval. She clearly knew what kind of person her son and husband were. His stubborn opposition in the end only backfired for him.

“Eat a lot, Leyla.” Bu Etman's expression softened after taking a deep breath. “I specially prepare food to your taste.” He looked at Leyla with a more pleasant face.

Leyla blinked her eyes in surprise and smiled back at Madam Etman, even though she felt a strange anger appear on her beautiful face.

'******, you must have seduced my son with that face and smile.'

Ms. Etman immediately took a glass of water from the table. He could feel a drop of cold water flowing down his throat.

“Thank you very much, Bu.” Dimples appeared on Leyla's cheeks as she said, expressing her sincere gratitude.

'Leyla is a good girl, a very good girl. '

Mrs Etman acknowledged that fact. And for that reason, above all, why he never wanted Leyla to be his daughter-in-law.

It would probably be much better if he became a troublesome child. That way, he could hate her for the right reasons instead of hating her because she was poor.. At least, she would not be ashamed of herself for being such a bad mother.

But now, now,

He hated everything about Leyla Lewellin.

He hated everything: his kindness, his intelligence, and his poverty.

“Leyla, did you know? Lorentz, professor at Ratz University is a poultry biologist?”

Dr. Etman suddenly changed the topic after witnessing his wife's unpleasant expression.

“After you sign in, be sure to take Dr class. Lorentzs. It would be very beneficial for you if you can get lessons directly from an expert like him.”

“Darling, you speak as if Leyla has entered college.”

Madam Etman, who had been secretly watching Leyla for some time, reacted with an unexpected answer. Dr. Etman and Kyle were both paying attention to him. Their expressions are confused.

“There is no way he failed, dear.”

“True, Mom, there's no way Leyla failed.”

They were ready to argue with him with identical facial expressions and speech tones. Both her husband and son were like peas every time they looked at Leyla.

Ms. Etman was forced to swallow back the words stuck in her throat. “…..That's right.... Leyla is a smart girl.” He curled the corners of his lips upwards with a hint of coercion.

Sitting before her, Leyla felt a little embarrassed and slightly blushed at her praise.

Whenever Leyla's past story in Lovita appears, Bill Remmer always keeps his mouth shut. Everyone at the Arvis residence knows about Leyla: she lost her parents overnight and traveled to Berg after moving from one relative's home to another.

And Linda Etman hates this truth Leyla Lewellin so much. A child without a proper relative to care for and care for. A boy who travels across the border, and is repeatedly expelled. He almost goosebumps whenever he thinks about how bad his foundation is to start a family.

'Wouldn't he get something too big?'

Even if Leyla came from a mediocre family, she would still hinder the girl from being able to be with her son. Linda Etman believes: a girl who grows up without a good background will not be a good partner. Moreover, seeing a 'thin' girl like her who was so eager to study in college, it was annoying to see her.

Despite her lower income, seeing how Leyla has lofty ambitions that are beyond her reach, and given her poor circumstances makes Linda Etman call her a greedy person. He thought for sure: Kyle would never be able to live happily if such a child became his wife.

'That's why I had to stop him.'

Ms. Etman tightened her grip under the table.

He had to stop this marriage at all costs.

Leyla Lewellin's acceptance letter to the university arrives in the mail from the same postman who had delivered little Leyla to Arvis in the past.

Bill Remmer, who received the letter while Leyla was out in the woods, stood still for a long time.

"Trs. Remember?”

The Postman glanced at him with a worried face after Bill gave no response after congratulating him. His carefree expression just a moment ago, suddenly turned bright red.

“Are you okay, Mr Remmer?”

“...Well, there's nothing to fuss about.” Bill rubbed his eyes with his rough hands. “I just thought for a moment.”

He raised his voice as he spoke. His eyes sparkle. The postman, who knew the gardener Arvis as 'The grumpy with a soft middle', nodded slowly, pretending not to notice the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“Peach, congratulations. I am very happy to know that Leyla will be a student at the best university in the Empire.”

After congratulating Bill for the second time, the postman departed from the cottage.

Bill slid back onto the porch holding the acceptance letter and sat in his chair. He reread the letter many times and gently stroked the typed letter with his finger. After taking a deep breath, his face gradually returned to normal, which was turning red with pity. That's when Leyla came back.

"Uncle!"

Leyla waved her hand in the air while running as she watched Bill sitting on the porch. His old leather bag draped on his shoulder swung slightly in rhythm with his running steps.

Bill chuckled while hissing softly. It was a tool bag he gave her when she first arrived in Arvis during the summer. Leyla had some nicer bags than those, but still, she relied on those old, worn-out bags every time she took a walk in the woods.

“When will you throw away that garbage bag?”

Bill began to ask Leyla who was sitting next to him.

“Disposing?” He barked. "Why?! It can still be used.”

“Now, please throw that bag in the trash! That ugly thing can bring bad luck to you!”

“I'll use it much longer.” Leyla giggled softly as her finger played the tattered leather bag strap. “I feel a little hollow without it.”

'Well, I know that sounds like stupid talk. But….'

He muttered. Without saying a word, Bill quietly extended the letter before his eyes.

“Uncle, what is this?”

“You will know when you read it.”

Leyla blinked her eyes as she looked at the letter with her eyes glaring. Bill thought that he would cheer happily, but Leyla's face became calmer as she continued to read the acceptance letter.

“... Leyla?”

Bill spoke first, and he did so with a slight trepidation after he saw his overly silent reaction. It was then that Leyla raised her head and turned to face the man. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

'It's good if you're jolly like a little girl at a time like this.'

Bill scratched the back of his neck due to his silence, which was mature enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Leyla momentarily grinned at him, who stood still for a moment.

Suddenly, he hugged her tightly.

“Hey, it's stuffy!”

Contrary to his harsh words, Bill gently patted his back.

"Thank you." Leyla raised her head and whispered in a soft tone. “Thank you very much, Uncle.”

Every time Leyla glanced at him, Leyla's eyes glazed over and her lips smiled widely.

“This is all thanks to you.”

“You said something unreasonable.”

Bill inhaled some air and started counting in his head. He pondered over the tasks he had to do one by one before sunset, but the heat in his eyes showed no signs of abating.

Now Bill is convinced: 'This little boy must have brought his tear bag from Lovita.'

“You are the one who studied hard and got a passing grade in the exam. What have I done, huh?”

"NO. No, Uncle.” Leyla shook her head and reached out to hold Bill's hand. His little hand had trouble holding his hand.

"I…"

She stuttered. The hand he held flowed a warm feeling similar to the warmth he felt after sipping a glass of vodka.

“Uncle, if it wasn't for you, I would have..”.

On this happy day, Leyla looked like she was about to cry. Bill didn't like it, and he was most afraid to see the woman's sobbing face. She did not want to witness Leyla's tears, even though they were tears of happiness.

His love for this child far outweighs all the love and attention he has given to the flowers and trees he has planted throughout his life. Bill is confused to find out he loves this child more than his precious flowers and trees.

It happened naturally before he realized it and he happily accepted that fact.

“How about we go to Capital together next weekend?” ask Bill in a cheerful tone after coughing a little to calm his emotions.

"We're both?" Leyla's pupils dilated. “Go to Ratz?” that confused him.

“I've had to pay your school fees since you were accepted into college. Anyway, I haven't taken you anywhere, so let's take a walk around the capital.”

"really?" Leyla's teary face shone with excitement. “Uncle, are you serious? We're going on vacation together?”

“What holiday?” He's kidding. “I will only pay your tuition.”

“Ah, whatever it is. The most important thing is we go together.”

A gush of regret was still visible in his eyes as he looked towards Leyla, who was camping happily at the moment.

He wanted to take her for a walk to a nearby place, show her something interesting, and buy something nice to eat.

Butwhy?

Bill asked himself while wailing. Why did all these thoughts just pop into his mind now? When was the day he had to let go of her, his arm was getting closer?

“A lot of money, even though you two are getting married, I'm still worried about letting you go together with Kyle carrying that kind of money, so I can't help it, but.....”.

The blabbering Bill finally laughed out loud. Leyla threw herself once again into his embrace.

“See, Leyla.” Bill gave her a sweet smile. " Am I right?" She gently brushed her hair with her fingers. “Didn't you say you'd be a good adult?”

In the end, he couldn't express it in words, and Bill didn't know what to say either, so he simply stroked Leyla's head again, again and again.

Bill Remmer needs to count more than ever to endure his ugly cries.