The Heir's Naughty Twins
100. Outrage and Sadness

"I want to apologize."

"Eros, I told you I—"

"I just wanted to apologize for your injuries." Eros immediately cut in, because Hestia would definitely misunderstand. "I'm not sorry for you to forgive me and then we'll reconcile."

That's what Eros devoured for days. What made Hestia angry at him and no longer want to see him.

Eros' fault. He apologized that they would reconcile and get along, but what he hurt was not their harmony, but a permanent presence in the heart of Hestia.

So he should have apologized for the wound.

"I'm sorry, speaking without knowing anything." Eros felt her chest tight as Hestia was fixated with tears on both of her cheeks.

Eros wants to wipe them out, but he realizes Hestia would rather hear it.

"I want to be close to you, I hope our relationship develops for us to have each other. But my feelings are just pressing on one side, forgetting the other."

"...."

"I consider your memories with Darius to be worn out. That's my feeling. I admit it."

Eros moistened his lips as he continued to spit out honesty.

"I can't understand it, because I didn't experience it. All I think is 'Hestia's just stuck in the past until she doesn't see Darius' changed'."

Hestia staggers. But he persisted to keep hearing.

"Then Wija gave me this." Eros handed over a printed sheet of child violence news that Wija gave. "I read them all one by one. The whole. I still can't understand you, but something in me is starting to come to my senses."

"...."

"You held him alone. You loved Darius as your father, and then you got hurt because of Darius. Almost like the two of them. They miss me, miss me so much, which is why they hurt so much if I let them down, don't live up to their expectations."

Slowly, the tip of Eros' fingers touched Hestia's hand. Pulling him drowning in his arms.

And Hestia did not refuse.

"I'm sorry, I don't appreciate your struggle."

Hestia's cry broke out uncontrollably in her chest.

*

Some time, Sahna just kept quiet.

The two sisters each hold the same ice cream as the ice cream in Sahna's hand, and they eat to ease each other's emotions.

Uncle Bouncer aka their big friend does not allow to sing unless Yuveria has a big smile.

But after a while, it seemed that they were already approachable. So Sahna wrote the sentence on the paper.

...Are you all right? ...

Both are shaken, compact.

...I can't help, but I'll hear if you guys want to talk about something. ...

Unexpectedly, Yuveria actually spoke.

"We regret coming to this country." Yuveria cried again, while continuing to eat her ice cream. "Haha-ue isn't happy being here."

"It turns out it's still a kid."

The three children gasped, startled suddenly Uncle Tamer sat behind them, eavesdropping on everything.

"What does Uncle mean?" Yuveria replied unhappily.

Uncle Patting patted the heads of the two of them. "Stop telling your Mom's dad to be a kid."

"Uncle sucks."

"Yes, yeah. Let's start singing. The audience is gathering to see you."

When Yuveria was about to move on, Yujerian preceded her. "Let me first, Yuve."

"Yuje-nii want to sing?" Yujerian rarely sang. He said let Yuveria alone, while Yujerian played a musical instrument.

He must be so upset he needs an impingement.

"Want what song? There are some social media requests for you." Their Uncle Guards welcomed happily.

Yujerian asks for a guitar.

"You want to play it yourself?"

"Yes, Uncle. It's just an opening anyway. Let Yuve take the peak later."

"All right." Their friend's Uncle Guards began to arrange a place so that Yujerian could sit comfortably surrounded by spectators.

The camera pointed at him, and the tone of the guitar began to sound.

Yuveria raised an eyebrow as she recognized her brother's guitar instrument. He wants to sing that song? Yuveria also likes that song.

"Estariamos juntos todo el tiempo ~"

Sahna heard it.

"Hasta quedarnos sin aliento ~ Y comernos el mundo, vaya ilusos ~ Y volver a casa en ao nuevo ~."

She turned to Yuveria, and the girl moved her head following her brother's singing which made Uncle Guards gawk.

...Yuveria, what song is that? ...

"That's a Spanish song. Haha-ue used to sing it first, so we like it."

Yujerian simply enjoys guitar excerpts as a form of his angry and sad venting.

"Y ahora se que nunca he sido tu princesa ~ Que no es azul la sangre de mis venas ~ Y ahora se que yo me muera ~ Me tumbare sobre la arena ~ Y que me left lejos cuando suba, la marea ~."

At least Yujerian no matter how many people gathered, how many people took the video, how many were amazed at his fluent Spanish accent.

All that was on his mind in Yujerian was Eros, Hestia, and how dissatisfaction filled his heart about their situation.

*

"Mother, look at Yujerian's appearance."

Laura hurried to see what her daughter showed once she heard the name of the granddaughter.

The video's background shows the performance being taken on the outskirts of the highway, but Eros and Hestia's son still looks alluring as if there is magic surrounding him.

"Hestia raised her son well." Laura muttered gloomily. "The only thing Eros gave them was his face."

Astria sat down beside her mother. "I think, Mother, Hestia doesn't like Big Brother."

"What is there to like about this insensitive man?" dumel the middle-aged woman. "He had married Hestia, had also been accepted by his son, but all he did was laze. See now. Yujerian and Yuveria would rather go busking than look at their Oba."

"In hindsight," Astria suddenly turned her head, "why don't you try to persuade Hestia? Let him stay here with us."

The two blinked together, as they both missed the two little angels.

*