Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
My kid?

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Bastian is stunned when Abela calls him her son in front of Calix. He looked at Calix's back who was coming out of the room. Then his eyes moved towards Abela. Abela gestured for the servant in her room to come out. Leave them both.

"How's mom doing?" bastian asked, Bastian was sitting in the chair Calix had occupied earlier.

"I've gotten a little better" Abela replied.

"It doesn't look like it, mom's face looks very pale" Bastian said, sounding worried.

"You didn't sound like this" Abela said, raising her eyebrows.

"It wouldn't be a good thing if we showed too much of what's important in our lives, Mother."

"You're being too careful, maybe this is the last bad thing that happens to me" Abela replied.

"You're right, maybe ...." Bastian stopped what he was going to say.

"How's Orlando?" ask Abela. His eyes looked out the window, remembering the boy made his heart ache. Maybe the memory of this body is reacting.

"He's fine. Don't worry" replied Bastian.

"He just needs time" Bastian said.

"What about you?" Abela turned her head to look at the dark-haired boy.

"I'm fine too. For now." Bastian shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

Silence suddenly enveloped the two of them. No one's talking. They were both immersed in their own thoughts.

Bastian looked at Abela who had turned her face again. The strands of hair behind his head shone in the sunlight that entered through the window.

"She's a very nice woman. At least different from my other two stepmothers" Bastian said suddenly.

Abela who heard that swallowed her saliva bitterly. There was a strange bitter taste that was felt at the base of his throat. Slowly a bitter smile erupted on his pale face.

What Abela expected, Bastian would not consider her the same as this woman. Abela took a short breath. Why should he think so. Why should he be disappointed.

"You don't blame me?" abela asked, not turning her gaze to the window. His tone sounded calm. But inside him he knows, if he's not okay.

"You came without your wishes, how could I possibly blame you. Besides, I knew you weren't mom since we first met." Bastian smiled faintly.

"And you don't hate me?" ask Abela again. I don't know what answer he wants to hear.

"Hate the one who is ready to welcome the slash of a knife from a fake servant?" Bastian stared out the window as well. Thin smile on his handsome face.

"You really didn't want to live at the time" Bastian said. Haven't taken a look out of the afternoon sky outside the window.

"You're right, I don't want to live and desperate to leave this world again." Abela looked at Bastian's expression through the corner of her eye. His blue eyes caught the young man's faint smile.

"Thus ... May I know who you are?" ask Bastian slowly.

"I'm Arabela, people know me better by the name of Ghotel."

Bastian widened his eyes. Bastian could not hide his surprise. Slowly, he turned his head towards Abela. His mouth opened and then closed again. Like he was confused about what he was going to say.

"Yes ... Your father killed me two years ago" said Abela, a smile that had not left her pretty face.

"Oh ... I didn't expect that," Bastian's comment was a little flat. But from her facial water, Abela could see if Bastian was interested in that reality.

"Did you know?" bastian asked, and then he felt stupid. How could his father not know.

"He's the first person I told you about, you're the second person. I didn't know I was given the chance to tell Orlando. I doubt his response. What would happen if he found out in his mother's body was the one who made his father dead." Abela said long.

"I don't know what Orlando would do if he knew" Bastian said. He swallowed a little nervously.

"What did you do first when you found out?" ask Bastian again. Somehow he remembered the quarrel between Armand and Abela that he had heard behind his mother's room first.

"He almost killed me" said Abela flatly. Hardly have emotions.

"At that time, right? When you were kidnapped?" ask Bastian.

"You're right" Abela said. "But I think that's a natural reaction. The man ... Armand I mean ... Losing a precious woman to him."

"I'm sure you're right" replied Bastian.

Bastian fell silent, making Abela turn to him. Seeing the young man's expression still looked as calm as the Bastian he knew.

"What about you? You sure you're okay?" ask Abela again.

"I'm sad, of course. I don't know ..." replied Bastian.

"You know ... I lost my birth mother since I was born. Only that woman made a good impression on me more than any other woman my father introduced me to. Of course, I respect him and want to give the same as he gave me." Bastian doesn't know why he has to spill his heart on people he doesn't know.

"But I think my sadness is only that. Compared to Orlando or dad, this feeling was nothing. So, I think I'm the only one who's probably the quickest to come to terms with this situation" Bastian said.

Abela was a little stunned to hear that. Abela remembers the moment of her and Bastian. As they chatted over tea and others. Abela then realized that at that time, Bastian already knew that he was not Abela.

But the boy slowly told him all the things. Always on his side about anything. Bastian was the first person to make her comfortable living as Abela.

"Thank you" Abela said at last.

"I didn't do anything" replied Bastian. But he smiled, the young man looked at Abela's face. Her brown eyes were soft in Abela's eyes.

"Why look at you like you are now, it makes me a little calm" Abela said. Abela leaned her back and took a little rest. His eyes closed, Abela felt calm after the tension that had occurred lately

"Yes ...." Bastian murmured, "You can count on me" he said again.

Abela laughed softly hearing that. Not because the current situation is funny. But he just felt foreign. Centuries of being a strong man. He didn't expect anyone else to say that to him.

"You sure about that?" ask Abela.

"Yes ... Don't you believe it?" Bastian closed his eyes as he smiled.

"No, it's just .... " Abela did not find the right words to express what she felt.

"You have to trust me. Anyway ... I'm your son, right" said Bastian, making Abela quickly open her eyes again.

Abela looked at the smiling face of Bastian, the wind blowing from the slightly open window flying her hair. The sky was redder that afternoon. The beautiful scenery did not make Abela turn her face away.

Slowly Bastian's eyes opened revealing his dark net color. The blue color still staring at him. At that close enough distance, they stared. It's like exchanging heads. Then they gave each other a faint smile.

For the first time in a long time. Arabela wants to bond again. With this boy who calls her mother.

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