
Bella's been home since.
Some jars of jam and a pie pan, so Marco gave him to take home.
Marco wanted to give him some fresh apples, but Bella refused, and still suggested that Marco sell them.
It's dark outside at night, and Marco will check inside his farm shed.
The duke who had been entrusted by Marco to herd all the cattle into his stable again, seemed excited when Marco came while carrying a piece of Pai for him.
"It's your part! Waita minute! Once I'm done checking things out, I'll give you dinner" Marco said.
The Duke ate the cake, as Marco went around in the barn, and closed the doors of every pet of his pet.
Adding food to the cowshed, as well as into the sheep pens, so that in the morning, Marco does not need to be busy with their food anymore.
"Come, Duke! Come with me!" marco said after he finished checking everything in the warehouse.
Marco then gave Duke food and water at his house, and saw Duke eating it until his meal was gone.
After he finished eating his food, Duke ungoverned back to walk towards the farm shed, and Marco walked up to him.
Tonight, Marco did not need to close the door of the barn, because all the guardrails had been repaired, so Duke could also freely roam there.
Marco did not taste to eat anymore, because his stomach was full because of the pie he ate earlier, and chose to take a bath and just rest in his room.
***
The next morning, after Marco did all the work he had to do, he went into the forest to change his shape.
On the way, Marco thought of those who camped that day.
Are they still there?
Or have you come out of the forest, because of the incident that one of his friends experienced?
Marco looked in all directions, and made sure he was completely safe, and when he was sure, Marco again changed his body shape into an eagle.
The eagle has many advantages, and it is indeed the right choice for Marco, to imitate it at every opportunity.
Without worrying about predators, Marco can freely fly, as if he were a king in space.
Marco flew towards the waterfall, keeping his height from attracting too much attention, if the people who were camping at that time were still there.
Apparently, the young people did not feel deterred by the incident that happened to one of their friends.
Those guys, they're still camping there.
As if nothing had ever happened, the happy laughing voice of those few people, could still be heard by Marco from a height.
Marco did not want to linger to see their movements down there, and chose to fly even higher, until it penetrated the clouds.
Marco stayed there, until he was satisfied, before he returned to low flight, monitored his landing area, and finally set foot in his usual place.
Quite satisfying, without the slightest disturbance.
Marco would try to meet Martha's sister, and without returning home, Marco would simply stop by to buy two loaves of sandwiches, on the way to the monastery, to prop up his hungry stomach.
Two magnificent old buildings, visible from a distance, on an uphill road.
The towering trees, standing tall, all the way to the monastery and orphanage, seemed to be a huge living fence, hiding everything in the interior of the Pine forest.
The orphanage building looks very different, when compared to the monastery.
The number of windows that adorn the front wall of the orphanage, looks contrasted with the monastery building that does not look there is a single window there.
At medium speed, Marco's car passed through a giant open iron gate.
As Marco knew it, the path he was walking along, was the only way to access, and enter, and exit the monastery, and the orphanage.
Marco parked his car, on one side of the building's front yard.
The car can be carried further to the front of the monastery or orphanage, but Marco did prefer to park it there.
In addition to the many trees that can make his car protected from the sun, Marco can also walk while looking at the orphanage children, who play in the grassy field.
Marco immediately walked towards the monastery, then met some sisters who were in front of the monastery.
"Excuse me, Sister! Good afternoon!" greet Marco, nodding his head slowly.
"Good day! Is there anything we can help you with?" ask one of the sisters.
"I want to visit Sister Martha!" marco replied, without much ado.
"You know, if Sister Martha can't be visited by anyone?" ask the nurse.
"I already know! But I need his help. And the longer I wait, the more I might get involved in life and death" Marco said.
"Although you can meet her, Sister Martha won't be able to help much. Until now, sister Martha is still unconscious" the nurse said.
"I'm sorry, Sister! I was just hoping for a bit, just in case I could see him for a while. At the very least, I can say thank you, and say goodbye before I go home." this time Marco did not want to give up.
At least, Marco can meet with Sister Martha.
Mana knows, when Marco saw his face, there was something Marco could remember.
For most people, it is impossible, if Marco who met Sister Martha when he was a baby, then when he saw her now, Marco can remember something.
But, when compared to his weirdness and ability that could change form, it did not become an impossible thing anymore.
In fact, there is no impossible word for Marco.
And Marco was determined to stay in front of the convent, as long as he was not allowed in, to meet Sister Martha.
"This time, I've come so many times without being able to meet Sister Martha, and just go home. Please give me, even if it's only one chance, to see him...!" marco insisted.
Without saying anything, one of the sisters, who appeared to be young, walked into the monastery.
Marco remained standing in front of the monastery, waiting for an opportunity for him to be allowed to enter.
When the nurse returned, she was with a nun who looked aged, and Marco remembered her face.
Marco went to the monastery several times, and met with Mary, who would not allow Marco to enter.
"Marcos... You're not giving up at all?" sister Maria asked, shaking her head.
"No nurse. Please just this once, give me a chance!" said Marco.
This time, Sister Maria did not immediately tell Marco to go home as usual, instead looking to take a deep breath, as if thinking about something.