Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Misunderstand

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After the King came out of Armand's room, Ray was already preparing for a scolding. And sure enough, Armand seemed to be in disbelief at what Ray said.

Armand himself was more astonished when he heard Abela looking for him. He never thought it would happen. And what did Ray say? Abela wants to ask her permission to go on a picnic? Simple things like that?

Until Armand realized something, it might not be the real reason Abela wanted to meet him. Armand finally got up from his seat. It made Ray a little surprised, as his superior suddenly stood up.

"Where did Abela go?" armand asked Ray who was still confused.

"If Madam Abela was really having a picnic, maybe on a lake in the woods. To the west of the palace" Ray replied without much thought.

Armand walked out of his room and headed to Abela's room first to make sure that Abela was really not there. Then go to the lake as Ray pointed. I don't know why the corner of his lips curved upwards.

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Meanwhile, Abela could not hide her sense of regret as she exited the corridor where Armand's room was located. He was very upset at the childish reason Armand refused to meet him. What did his assistant say? The king came to see him?

Abela clucked in his memory, how important was Armand to the King so that the most powerful man came alone into his room? Without his bodyguards and assistants?

Abela sighed to try to slightly alleviate the thing that was pressing down on her chest. Anyway, why should he be upset. Or why he had to go to Armand's room. He should have just left a message to the waiter before he left.

"Mother ...." Bastian gulped his saliva as he saw Orlando's eyes glaring at him. "I mean ... Madam's met my dad?" ask bastian at last.

"No, there is a King visiting," Abela replied riled.

"King?" Bastian repeated in a question tone.

"Don't ask me, his assistant said so" Abela said.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to meet you," Orlando said surprisingly.

"I'm surprised you have the same thoughts as me" Abela commented.

Bastian had already opened his mouth to deny the two people's thoughts. But he chose to withdraw everything he was going to say. Bastian only sighed lightly before walking leading the way.

Orlando and Abela followed Bastian in silence. Abela is actually a little confused when Bastian suggests having a picnic in the lake in the forest inside the palace. According to Bastian there is very calm to talk freely without fear of anyone listening.

Sure enough, the lake was besides being calm was also very beautiful. Many lotus leaves are floating on it. Bastian rolled out a blanket over the meadow. Abela picked the daisy before sitting down. The sunlight was not too hot as they sat under the shady tree.

Orlando sat down also next to Abela and stared straight at the lake. The boy is still silent, hasn't started a conversation like their original purpose here.

"You should be there too, so we don't have to talk about it twice" Bastian said in a bored tone.

"So? What will we discuss, if the issue of marriage. Didn't I agree?" said Abela.

Bastian and Orlando exchanged looks. They looked at Abela seriously. Wrinkles visible on their foreheads.

"What you said this morning honestly disturbed us, Madam," said Bastian carefully.

"Which word?" abela asked confusedly.

"About you wanting to die." Orlando spoke this time. Abela was interested in the way Orlando spoke. So he directed his attention to the boy.

"Why ...." Orlando could not continue his words. He looked down and was silent. Look at the mat under his feet.

Abela did not immediately reply, she smiled faintly while looking at the lake. Through the corner of his eye, Abela could also see Bastian wanting to know the reason.

"How did you feel when you lost your mother?" abela asked the two of them.

"It feels sad and angry, right? Feels painful in here ...." Abela pointed at her chest. His voice still sounded calm. The smile had not disappeared from her beautiful face.

"Imagine I felt it a hundred times out of the thousands of years I lived." Abela closed her eyes.

"Of course, the life I'm living isn't entirely bad. There were times I felt my life was fun."

Abela opened her eyes again, her gaze was indeed staring at the lake. But what he saw was a flashback to his life.

"Do you know what makes me happy the most?" ask Abela. Orlando and Bastian did not respond to the question with remarks. They still look at their mother's face.

"That's when Armand ended my life ...." Abela said softly. Like the whirring of the wind passing by in the ears of two young men who still did not release their attention to him.

"I was angry when I was revived. Then I understood I also had to pay for all my evil deeds. Still I feel unfair to your mother." Abela stopped her words. He looked directly at Orlando's blue eyes.

"I guess he'll be back when my job is done. But I don't want you guys to wish on my empty words. The fact that the memory of his body I can already see means he no longer exists ... I'm sorry ...." Abela lowered her gaze. He could not continue to stare into Orlando's already wet-looking eyes.

On the other hand, Bastian was silent and tightened his teeth. He did not want his emotions to show on his face. Bastian looked down at his own feet.

Orlando seemed determined not to shed his tears. He rubbed his eyes rough. She knows, the uni woman is not her mother since they met. But just like the woman said she also wished for her mother to return again. But even so, he must continue this life. Must be stronger than his mother before.

"What ... Nothing fun when you're in my mom's body?" ask Orlando slowly.

Abela and Bastian looked at Orlando. It was a little while before Abela answered.

"Of course there is, this woman has everything I don't have. A kind woman who is liked and respected by many people. Moreover, he was surrounded by people who loved him." Abela was silent again. Slowly the memories of her being newly awakened in Abela's body were seen before her eyes again.

"He has you too. I can at least feel the attention from you guys even though I know it's not for me. For me, who chose to live a lonely life for hundreds of years. I always thought this was a gift ... And I've always regretted that. Like stealing something from someone else."

Abela was honest. He said what was in his heart for the first time. He cares about Orlando and Bastian. Although he always denied and thought that it was just his body's reaction. But the feeling was real and he didn't want to run away. If they choose to trust him. His desire is only one. Sacrifice for them once before he leaves this world.

"You know ... I regret thinking that living a long life is something I want. Long or short is no problem. As long as we appreciate and enjoy it." Abela smiled again.

"I think you're right ...." Bastian. He also smiled at the sky.

"I also agree ...." Orlando said slowly. The thirteen-year-old boy let out a rather long breath.

"My mother ... He must be happy now" Orlando said. Orlando gulped and looked at the bright blue sky.

Orlando doesn't know if he can accept Ghotel or not. But making peace with that witch for her sake isn't bad either. Even though his heart was against that evil intention.

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Behind the tree Armand stood hiding himself. His hands were crossed in front of his chest. He was silent not a bit. He heard everything. And that's enough to make his chest ache. Either because of Abela's loss or because of the woman's story.

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