Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 72 The feeling of death 1.

In the room of an inn.

''Even just being forgiven, I was able to paint a beautiful face, among the memories that wandered with you.

What's my day?, how else do I do it?

Between the wide expanse without the edge.

My heart and my longing, not following this thought.

I just want you to see me one more time, please,

staring without any wrongs and ugliness.

Just look at my love, and call my name as gently as ever.'' Mumbled a man, framing himself, over a piece of the horizon painting from the window.

The man felt a nervousness pressing down on the heart. An expression of agonizing disobedience, even seizing his composure since yesterday afternoon.

''Eunuch Di, why have I been so unsettled and nervous since yesterday?.'' He said again, with a gaze that was still focused towards the outside of his bedroom window.

''Ampuni this old man His Majesty....'' Answer the loyal servant. He was indeed unable to ease the anxiety of the master.

However, in outline Eunuch Di had his own thoughts and opinions.

The old man, understood what Murongxu was going through. But still, he could do nothing to help her.

''You must be thinking about it.' said Kasim Di's heart.

Of course, that remark he would never escape, from the two valves of his lips.

''As if someone would take my precious thing Di.'' Murong is back.

The man still looked gloomy and unsettled. With such conditions and thoughts, his face increasingly looked stiff and cold, as if there had never stopped, a joy, and happiness over his glory so far.

''This servant thinks, perhaps if you rest enough, you can restore the calmness of your heart and your feelings Your Majesty.'' Answer Kasim Di again. The old man tried to calm Murongxu's worries.

Because only he knew for sure, that in the last few days, the master rarely rested.

Pri, who had once succeeded as the Xili emperor, only focused on staring at the entrance of the inn, and hoped Ziaruo would emerge from there.

In fact, he had also been several times, visiting Yun's residence, and the white pavilion.

However, Murongxu still could not meet the person he so longed for.

"Didn't I just sit here every day and do nothing?.'' Murong lirih replied.

A slow word, which slid flat like a question. However, with the intonation and look of his face, Kasim Di knew clearly, that the man in front of him, did not need an answer.

''It seems like he was deliberately dodging. In fact, after I explained everything, he was still angry, and did not want to see me heeeh....'' Murong let out a breath, and remained silent for a moment.

Murong's eyes stared straight at the twilight horizon, which was dimming in the distance.

Imagine a beautiful figure that now fills the recesses of the heart, as well as most of the space of his mind. ''Or do gods really hate our togetherness?.'' Continued Murong back, with an aura that began to postulate a sad expression.

And of course, again he did not want an answer to his words.

However, suddenly a soft voice came from outside the room.

''Having your own thoughts and views is the right of every noble person. However, if it is related to others, I hope you will have a good and good guess.''

The distinctive voice of a beautiful woman, with a white cloth on her face, was walking closer towards them.

The woman seemed like a beauty that was present among the row of specialties that gave an immortal feel in the mortal world, which was dusty.

However, that was not what made the two men there, happy for his current presence.

And of course, whatever was in mind, as well as the response of the two, could not make the woman, stop her steps from entering the room.

Meanwhile, hearing the voice he missed so much, Murong who was there, displayed the brightness on his aged face, which still showed the charisma and good looks.

''Finally you come, lady, may this be the best day for you both.'' Think old eunuch in heart.

''Is this woman, allowed to enter the noble one?.'' Asked Ziaruo, or Madam Yun, in a soft and calm voice.

Show no doubt, not even a speck of awkwardness on that pretty face.

Although, he knew and understood, every norm of modesty between men and women in this era was, so strange.

''What do you mean?, of course allowed.'' Murongxu replied quickly.

Enthusiastically, the man immediately stood up, and drew closer to Ziaruo.

If only this time, he was in the Cloud Empire, as in his memory flash, perhaps Murong would have embraced that slender body, in his arms, and kissed him, ' he said, as an outburst of longing that has arisen at this time.

Therefore, he simply walked closer to Ziaruo, and looked at him fixedly.

No matter how big the rumble in the chest was now, it was not something that he could express, through the act of real physical contact.

Seeing the woman in good health, and being around her, is the only way, to relieve the current yearning.

In fact he deliberately let his feelings of longing, love, as well as his wild imagination, wander without limitation.

In order for the woman he loved so much, he understood that only he (Mistress Yun or Ziaruo) was the only one for murong to lay hope, and the owner of all the recesses of the heart.

It was just that woman alone, who filled his mind space.

''Come on in and sit down, do you want to eat something, or do you want to order a snack.'' Murongxu said as he pulled up the chair, and wished the woman to sit there.

Murong forgot that this beautiful woman, was the owner of the inn where she was staying now.

Madam Yun was silent for a moment, he looked at Murong with a sad look.

In fact, the bitterness in his heart, was clearly drawn on the look of those brown eyes.

The room became quiet.....

The loyal eunuch, also felt an aura of awkwardness there.

Therefore, eunuch Di decided, that he should immediately move away from the scope of the Murong, or at least maintain a distance, so that the two of them were more free to speak.

''If so, allow this old servant to retreat Your Majesty,.....Lady Yun.'' Said the eunuch man politely, he bowed twice saluting Murongxu and Madam Yun.

The happiness created, on the face of the eunuch he could not cover, a proof of sincerity in his heart and devotion so far.

When he saw, the master was happy at the arrival of Zoaruo, his heart was also humming cheerfully.

Not for himself, but happy for his beloved master.

Eunuch Di immediately went out of there, even though his words had not been answered.

''Hopefully everything will be as you expect Your Majesty.'' he said in his heart, interrupted by a smile and his steps out of the room.

After the eunuch's death, the room was quiet again. They just looked at each other, with a distance that was still a few steps, between the two of them.

Until a moment later, a soft voice broke the silence of the room.

''Are you okay?, eemmhh...sorry I should ask, how are you Your Majesty?.''

Ziaruo opened his voice, he greeted the man, strongly suppressing the feeling of being heartened.

A mixed feeling, and even he himself was still difficult to decrypt what was the proper designation for it.

Love?, anger?, pity, or hate?.

However, what is clear here in this life now, whatever he has in his heart, he is not allowed to be with the man in front of him.

For him, Murongxu in this life, is a long card for suffering, and vice versa.

Ziaruo is a curse, as well as a bad luck in Murongxu's life for now, a manifestation of torture of his heart and mind.

Hearing the question from Ziaruo's lips, Murong smiled bitterly.

''Do I look good?.'' Answer slowly.

Murong walked up to the woman, his burly hand pulling the tip of the shirt on Ziaruo's arm.

''Sit down first, I don't want your little legs to be exhausted by our talk.'' Followed Murong back, with soft and glassy eyes, as an expression of his current feelings.

''Are you still fond of fruit sweets?.'' Ask the man again.

But this time, he quickly opened a small box of wood on the table.

There, in the box a package of dried leaves, tightly wrapped some fruit sweets.

''Look at this sweet although it has been a few days, but it still looks good, so you can eat it.'' He said again, with his hands outstretched forward, handing the sweets over the dried leaves.

Murong continued to say whatever was on his mind.

It was as if it was only now her place, to speak to the woman.

And for some reason, Murongxu felt even more uneasy, when he saw Ziaruo today.

''I should now be happy, for you are willing to meet me, why am I such a bod*h, nervous and anxious no reason.'' Murong again spoke, but this time it was clearly heard in Ziaruo's ear, like a groan.