Sign of the Zodiac: Cancer
Tempests
The next morning, Damian met his mother before breakfast. Madame Castor just finished getting ready when Damian came to her room.
“Damian, what's wrong with seeing mom so early?” madam Castor asked to welcome her youngest son.
“I want to accompany Mom on a morning walk in the park. Before breakfast,” Damian replied with a smile.
Madam Castor raised both of her eyebrows, puzzled. “Morning-morning?” He asked back.
Damian nodded slowly. “Morning walks are good for digestion, Mother,” says the young man as he stretches out his arm, gestur to offer to escort a Lady.
Mrs Castor finally relented, then welcomed Damian's hand. The two then walked out of the domus to the rose garden in the middle of the building. The garden was like a labyrinth with walls of living plants two meters high. Red roses bloomed along the walls, making a fragrant aroma encircle the place.
When he was a child, Damian got lost in a maze of roses several times. But now, after adulthood, he has memorized the labyrinth floor plan. It can come in and out easily without confusion.
“Is there anything you want to say to Mom?” lady Castor asked as she looked at Damian.
Damian simply smiled and threw his gaze at the roses whose colors were so striking.
“Nothing special, Mother. It's just that I was a little distracted because I heard some waiters talking about our family,” Damian said.
Madam Castor frowned. “The waiters are talking about our family? What exactly are they talking about? And which waitress would dare to do that?”
“Do not law the servants, Mother. They only talk about the facts that happened in our house,” Damian defended the servants.
Damian sighed. “I just don't want to get dad and mom in trouble. People are starting to know about Big Brother's bad habits. What if Arabela suddenly decides to sue big brother because she can't stand it anymore?”
Madam Castor seemed to think for a moment. “I seem to have been too soft on my children,” he said later.
Damian stroked the back of the mother's hand that was holding her arm. “Why was it Mom's fault? It is the brother who has a bad temper. Mom didn't do anything wrong. Precisely because of mother, we can all be successful as now,” entertain the young man while looking at his mother warmly.
Madam Castor smiled at Damian. “You can always cheer Mom.”
After a thirty-minute walk in the park, Damian and Lady Castor returned to the residence. They gather with the whole family for breakfast together at a long table full of tempting dishes.
Until after the main course is finished, the breakfast atmosphere is still conducive. But when the dessert came, Mrs Castor decided to start discussing the behavior of Titus who has been beating his wife lately.
“Titus, I heard that Arabela is sick. It's the second day since your wife didn't eat breakfast together,” said Mrs Castor began directing the conversation.
The Castor family's first child did not ignore his mother's questions and remained focused on enjoying the orange sorbet before him. “Other pain is normal, Mother. Maybe tired,” should be short.
Madam Castor snorted softly. “Your wife doesn't even need to do anything in this house. Why should she be exhausted? Your two children were taken care of by servants,” he said cynically.
Titus finally stopped his activities and put his sorbet spoon on the table. “What do you want to say exactly?” ask the man to start paying attention.
Damian smiled thinly. The tempest has finally begun. He knew his first brother well. Titus Castor never liked to be criticized, even by his own mother. The rebuke of his mother and father would only provoke a prolonged commotion. Damian never did not enjoy this kind of drama.