METAL CHILD BALLad
BLOODY MAPLE

Alexi Nata Praja turned to stare at his beloved painting and suddenly just screamed, "Abraham! How can this painting bleed?"

"Bloody Painting! This painting is bleeding!" Alexi screams hysterically when he realizes his beloved painting has been stained with blood that he has yet to realize where it came from. "Abrahaaam! Where did this blood come from?"

"Young Master, calm down! The bloodstains can be removed later. Now the most important thing is to treat Mudaaa's wounds!" Abraham held onto the injured hand of Alei

"Wounds? So this blood is from my wound?" Alexi Nata Praja looks at his wounds and paintings in turn. "This blood has desecrated him! I'm sorry ..I'm sorry!"

"What do you mean, Young Master?" Abraham really did not understand Alexi's attitude that greatly confused him. "Maybe you were injured from accidentally being scratched by a piece of glass from that frame, Young Master!"

"It's possible, Abraham. And this blood makes the painting corrupted." Alexi said as he spread his favorite painting. "Abrahaaaam, what have I done to the point that my most precious object is a deer?"

"In the meantime I'll take the medicine box." Abraham was about to move from the side of his young master, suddenly his hand had been grabbed by Alexi. "Young Master, what's up? Your wound should be treated right away, right?"

Alexi looked at Abraham with a hard look to decipher. "Abraham, what about my painting? He's been broken and stained with my blood."

Abraham stopped his intention and turned to look at Alexi. "My Young Master, how important is the painting compared to your health? Look at! Your blood is still flowing and Young Master, is it not painful or anxious at all?"

"This painting is more important, Abrahaaaam!" Alexi looked very angry this time. "I've felt nothing with this small scratch and nothing compared to a hundred times the whip from my father!"

Alexi's eyes immediately lit up with overflowing anger. The young man's face was crimson, as he recalled the various tortures from his father. "Given that this painting is broken, my heart aches more than it does with whipping and soaking in a toxic pool before my wounds dry up like last year!"

"Sorry, Young Master!" Abraham immediately knelt down and felt guilty, because it had been the cause of the rise of Alexi's bad memories in the past. "I don't mean to mention that bitter time. This Abraham simply did not want the Young Master to be injured no matter how small the scratch was."

Alexi tried to relieve his anger by breathing a few times, his face that was originally red was gradually changed back to its original color. The young man then called his personal assistant in a weak voice.

"Abraham ...."

"Yes, Young Master." Abraham could feel relieved now. "What should I do?"

"Bring my wound!" alexi said as he looked at the elongated scratch on his palm. "It's just a small insignificant wound, but I don't want to cause any other trouble in this residence. What if Grandpa and Grandma were to panic over this trivial matter?"

"You're right, Young Master. The great masters and madams will be very anxious later."

Alexi sighed in his breath that felt as fluid as uncomfortable. "I just don't want grandparents to see it and be anxious."

"All right, Young Master. You wait a minute!" Abraham got up, he bent his body slightly and immediately went to pick up medical equipment. Although he was only an assistant to his young master, but Abraham also had quite good medicinal skills. It was because he had undergone various kinds of training in the Silver Sanca Sect.

After Abraham's departure, several servants came to clean Alexi's room which was muddled by the frame of his young master's favorite painting. Several times the sound of knocking on the door from outside the room. A man's voice was immediately heard.

"Excuse me, Young Master! We came because we were ordered by Mr. Abraham to clean the Young Master's room!" One of the male servants exclaimed.

"Come in, just open the door!" sahut Alexi with a lazy tone.

"All right, Young Master!"

Two male servants came while carrying cleaning equipment. They were shocked when they saw a lot of blood splattered on the floor. One of the servants turned to his young master who now turned to sit by the window of the room while holding a maple leaf painting on the table.

"Young Master, whose blood is this?" asked the thin-bodied waiter with anxious feelings.

"Ooh! Okay, Young Master!" The waiter continued his work without asking much more questions. They had indeed been very memorized in the attitude of his young master who was not so fond if there were others who wanted to find out about him.

"Oh yeah, don't you make a fuss about this to your grandparents. If they hear and they are surprised and fall ill, then I will punish you severely!" Alexi deliberately threatened two male servants who would definitely just obey him out of fear. Ki Surya Praja's favorite grandson is indeed worried, if the wound will make the anxiety of his grandparents.

Alexi felt a little dizzy from his chaotic thoughts and was still fixed on Zike. The man moved to the top of the bed while covering his wound with a towel.

"What's with him?" Alexi asked in his heart. He was still agitated when he remembered the girl who could not be lost from his memory. The feeling of worry so firmly gripped in the heart as not giving a little gap to stop for a moment from thinking about it. "May she be fine and nothing bad happens to her.

Not long after, the young man came with Segara with medical equipment. For the sake of seeing the hands of his young master covered in blood, Segara almost screamed and immediately approached Alexi. Fortunately, Abraham had told him in advance about the damage to Alexi's painting frame.

"Young Masteraa! You hurt like this?" Segara could not help but panic and immediately grabbed his young master's right hand. His heart ached when he saw the deep wounds on Alexi's palm. "Young Master, how did this happen?"

Alexi simply smiled and said, "It's just a small wound and nothing compared to my father's torture."

"Although that's the case, I'm still very worried. Young Master!"

"Country, can you move? Let me first handle young master's wounds." Abraham asked Segara to move.

"Please, Abraham!" Segara eventually withdrew from before his young master.

"Only a small scratch has made you this sweet." Alexi said as he extended his injured hand. "How about you watch yourself when I get my punishment for my father's punishment?"

"Of course we will plead, that the punishment fall upon us to represent you!" Segara immediately replied.

"You may be willing, but do you think I would also allow such a thing to happen to you?" Alexi of course knows the loyalty of these two men.

"I felt that day was the last day I lived in this world. Maybe dad called it a test as a potential ketus sect. But I consider it a punishment!"

"That's it, too painful to remember." Alexi grimaced with pain as Abraham cleaned his wound.

"Hold a little, Young Master. After this I'll sew the wound." Abraham continued to do his work.

"Be careful, Abraham!" Segara is the one who doesn't like to see Alexi suffer the most.

"Of course." Abraham replied in a calm tone. "Do you think I like to see young master suffer?"

"That's it, don't argue anymore!" Alexi felt dizzy hearing everything again. "Country, you're looking for a way to clean up the bloodstains on the painting!"'

"Well, I'll find a way to get this painting back to being clean again." Segara certainly had to think of finding a way so that the watercolor does not fade due to the washing process.

Segara then walked closer to the maple leaf painting and watched carefully the picture of the leaves strewn with bloodstains decorating it. The man saw the uniqueness that actually made the painting look very attractive to him.

Segara began to think of something about the painting by Zike. "Hmm .. bloody maple."

"Bloody maple?"

...Seriate...