My Guardian Angel (The Dust of Love)
Chapter 92's. The Story About Me

Lady Nastya Lucca was so shocked she fainted. The two most plausible reasons were that if Glacio Lucca was still alive then Madam Nastya's son was the same age as her. Maybe they have too much resemblance that Madam Nastya can't stem the emotional shock.

Or second, Miss Nastya Lucca may be her real mother. Lucia realized early when Mrs Nastya visited and the fact that Mrs Nastya's son who died from certain diseases was Lucia's grandson based on Glacio's history of illness.

Why did Archilles believe this?

Archilles has no further word. He just strangely felt he had Mr. Maurizio Lucca and Mrs Nastya Lucca in him. Something inside that he cannot explain.

How can the atmosphere of home silence, the smell of the bedroom, the sound of both people give the illusion as if he had been here at a time. His subconscious seemed to give an admission that he had a specific detailed memory of this bedroom when he had never visited this place at all let alone entered the bedroom of strangers. It is directly connected to this environment.

Not just a sensation of deja Vu, there is something more binding than that. Which even during his time in the world of crime there was never one phase that was as familiar as this.

The voice of Martha Via was ringing in her head.

"Do you know where your name comes from?"

"Yes from a legend."

His mother's bedtime story is most often told about the legend of Achilles, a demigod warrior in Ancient Greece. From there his name was taken.

Archilles, hero of the Trojan War. Greatest and most famous of all Greek warriors. Achilles was born from the marriage of Nereid - one of the sea angels named Thetis and a Myrmidons king named King Peleus. Martha Via made him love the story of Achilles son of Peleus.

It is said that Thetis, his mother, loved Achilles very much and protected him from the prophecy that Achilles would be killed sometime during the war. His father sent a young Achilles to a centaur named Khiron on Mount Pelion to be trained to be tough and invincible.

"Are you ., Archilles is not just any name. Archilles is a word that has the meaning of the name Prince?"

"People will laugh at me, Martha. My name, Archilles means prince, but I went hoarse to our neighbor's farm after school."

He was too small to understand and Martha Via would be sad to hear his answer. Hugging her and caressing her head full of love and affection, give her a lot of strength and support until she feels like she will be fine in the world as long as she has Martha Via. Because Martha will protect him, including from Raul Lucca's kicks and belts.

"You, my prince, Archilles Lucca. I love you and I love you with all my heart. I will take care of you with all my soul."

Before Martha Via dies just leave a message, take care of your sister. Whatever happens take care of your sister! Take care of your sister with your life! There's nothing else.

The mind of Archilles leapt everywhere. He can't think clearly.

Perhaps .., he was a prince to Martha Via who treated him as if he were the king's son.

Or maybe it is Glacio Lucca by human error a living system, the exchange of fate. Something without intentionality. That means, Lucia's right Archilles Lucca son Martha Via has died and is now with her mother. Ten years ago he was with Martha Via.

His daydream evaporated with the arrival of Mr. Maurizio Lucca accompanied by a family doctor. Archilles shifted to the end of the bed, trying to understand why Mr. Maurizio wanted him in the room when Mrs Nastya Lucca's eyes opened.

"Nastya's exhausted, Maurizio. Is there a situation that makes him unhappy? Depressed?"

The doctor talks while measuring blood pressure and checking for others. Looks like they're pretty close.

"Yes, Davi. This week, our situation is very difficult." When speaking Mr. Maurizio looked at the Archilles clearly wanting to say this was closely related to him. And it seems that Archilles understood the grief of Maurizio Lucca.

"Em, leave him in bed for a few days and please create a conducive environment. Moreover, keep Nastya from the conditions that make it stressful."

After the departure of the doctor, Mr. Maurizio in front of him, stroked his wife's face. Swiping his wife's eyebrows using thumbs and tucking the back of the hand. The subtlety of Mr. Maurizio Lucca's character reaches the Archilles.

"Nastya, Honey. Everything's gonna be fine. I promise you."

Men are very loving, very gentle in contrast to Raul Lucca, often treat Martha Via arbitrarily including having an affair with a widow on the edge of housing. Oh my God, why is Archilles still unable to hate Raul Lucca?

There was no conversation while Archilles was floating at the foot of the bed.

"Archilles .., my son sit down!" said Mr. Maurizio nodding slowly. Archilles Lucca held his breath.

According to clumsily sitting on the side of the bed without knowing what to do.

"I'm sorry we surprised you."

"Mr Maurizio .., I don't mean to cause Mrs Nastya to be hurt."

"Not at all, no. This will be the beginning of my happiness and that of your mother, Archilles. I'm speechless, but I believe in you you believe in what I believe now that we have each other in this place because you are our son."

Archilles Lucca was glued for some time quite shaken. He only came because of the conditions of Lady Salsa Diomanta in order to marry the idol, Miss Arumi Chavez who has a social status much higher than him. There was no thought that he turned out to be the biological son of Maurizio and Lady Nastya. Between believe and not. He stood up straight when Madam Nastya woke up.

"Master? Where is he?"

"Mrs ..., are you okay? If you don't want to see me, I can go!"

"No! No!" the bell of Nastya Lucca soon woke up held tightly by Mr. Maurizio. "You won't think about going anywhere after this, honey. I'll die in front of you if it happens again."

"Mrs ...."

"Can I be closer to you?"

"Alright," the Archilles nodded like a robot.

"How was your childhood?"

"Good."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Tell me!"

"Everything, dear," said Mrs Nastya, she did not stop looking at him. Without blinking. It was as if one blink would keep them apart. And Madam Nastya after hating misfortune in the past will start cursing if it loses again.

"I'm the most recalcitrant in the neighborhood we live in. My mother, Martha Via is very stoic against me." Archilles smiled slightly.

"Did this woman ..., your mother ..., treat you well?"

Archilles Lucca raised her face, uncomfortable at the question but Lady Nastya waited for a hopeful answer and began to tear up.

"Martha Via everything to me. But my mother died giving birth to Zefanya, Madam. I'm 14 years old. I then took Zefanya away to our grandparents' house."

"What about Mr. Raul Lucca."

Archilles inhaled air, filling it into his lungs which were squeezed by the weight of every memory of Raul Lucca.

"We always don't fit in. That's because, my mischief made him receive a lot of criticism and protest."

Nastya Lucca wiped the tears with a handkerchief while Mr. Maurizio patted the back of his wife's hand soothingly. Lord Maurizio is perfect to emulate as Zefanya argues.

"Is your life good?"

"Yes, Madam. Exceptionally well. I work on our wealthy neighbor's vegetable farm. Every January in winter we harvest cabbage and cabbage. I cut grass in the neighbor's yard for pocket money even though I never went to the school cafeteria for snacks because my mom was good at making me snacks."

Archilles thought that was all he could tell about his childhood. He can't possibly make it up.

Lady Nastya Lucca can't hide anymore crying. The rails stretched and shrunk by the sadness. Wipe your face with a handkerchief.

"I don't think harvesting plants in winter is a good life" she lamented on her husband's chest. "I think .., Glacio Lucca would just sip a drink in a warm room with the best winter sweater while reading a book. We'll be together in front of the fireplace and my husband will let my son just be there for warmth."

"Nastya .., don't do this. You're gonna get hurt."

"My heart hurts," he lamented. "It hurts, Sir."

"I know, but he's here now."

"If Salsa hadn't asked for our help, I would never have known my son was alive, sir. It's all my fault, I should have found out from the start. I shut down all the memories after my baby's death because of the endless sorrow. Ending a story that should have even just begun."

"Nastya ..., let's fix this?" Mr. Maurizio persuaded his dying wife to grieve.

"Tell Salsa I don't need my son's toothbrush, I recognize him without tests. I recognized his eyes, his nose and his face."

Archilles Lucca is soon lost.

"Are you in school?" Nastya's eyes flushed almost completely. Looks tired but doesn't want to rest.

"Yes, Madam. I went to college and I graduated best in Economics. My grandparents paid for my school. Now I teach high school in a small town."

The Archilles inadvertently hooked both hands in search of serenity for himself. He can't possibly tell me about his complicated life with Raul Lucca. Or he's a former paid criminal. Madame Nastya looked very, very hurt at whatever she was going to say at this moment. Archilles' life was essentially filled with misfortune and sadness, he tried to be tough for his sister.

"Why your hands, son?" The eyes of Lady Nastya very quickly caught the defect that now bothers Archilles because his hands also always cause sadness to Arumi Chavez.

Oh yes, he will return to prison and pluck out ten fingers from the three demons who have cheated him.

Breathe freely, eat full and enjoy your snoring. I will come as the worst nightmare for you.

"Em, this ..., not intentional. Just an accident because of my negligence, Madam." The Archilles pulled his hand slowly and hid it in a bag of pants.

The woman, Nastya Lucca, returned in the arms of Mr. Maurizio. Hold your own heart and wail a kind of death until Archilles goes awry.

"Maustin ...."

"Sir, what have we done?" Wailed to her husband.

"Nastya .., don't complicate things and burden yourself."

"Maurizio, I think, lives as a good person only then our lives will always be blessed. How could? How can ..., you can't recognize your own baby?"

"Maustin ...."

"I was pregnant with her for nine months and suffered pain during her birth. Now, after seeing him I see us, sir. My husband asked me, what kind of baby do I pray for his arrival? I answered him, a handsome baby boy like Maurizio Lucca, who when he looked at me, I was with my husband." The woman complained long. "How can my instincts die? Oh, my God."

Archilles Lucca has a deep bond with Martha Via. Maybe because Martha suckled him and raised him. But now she believes the woman who looked at her carrying a million nelangsa, continues to wallow in tears with feelings of great unhappiness, loss and helplessness with her husband is the Mother who gave birth to her.

Grenny's right, here's his real home.

When Madam Nastya's hand grasped it, she saw the knuckles and it was very familiar. Easily recognized especially the caresses to him.

"You'll send Salsa an invitation to thank her.

"No, Nastya. We'll visit Diomanta's Mansion with the kids on Sunday."

This is another veil. Since when did Miss Salsa know the truth about her?

Archilles was curious about many things.

What will happen after this?

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I shorten the Chapter so it's easy to update. So maybe I'm up two chapters every day instead.