The Heir's Naughty Twins
101. It's Already A Soul Pain

"You made peace with Hestia?"

Melia did not feel she had to answer her mother's questions. Prefer to focus on documents on the table, accompanied by the sound of classical music from speakers in the corner of the room.

"Melia, are you at peace with Hestia?" repeated Tamara, accompanied by a stifled growl.

"...."

"Melia!"

Melia had to raise her face. "If so, what would you do?"

"You forgot what he did to you? You just let it go?" angry Tamara again.

But Melia was silent.

"You told Mama that Hestia would be tormented forever, but what? Her two children go out to have fun on the side of the road, while she may be drunk with Wija or who's there!"

The sound of table shaking was heard. Tamara stood in front of her work desk, staring intently at Melia.

"Mama did not accept. Until you die, Mama doesn't want you to make peace!"

Silent.

But a second later, Melia laughed out loud.

The girl covered her face, intrigued by something that only she understood.

"Melia! You think Mama's kidding?!"

"No." Melia's expression instantly froze. "I know Mama's serious."

"Then listen to Mama!"

"Sorry." Melia chuckled again. "It's just so funny."

Melia's hand grabbed the laptop on her desk, slamming it on the floor until Tamara gasped in shock.

Of course, Melia smiled very happily.

"Did Mama understand how my heart was pounding hearing the sound of something breaking? Like this." Melia took her drink glass, broke it again. "Like this! Like this! Like this!"

His cheeks meet like a man in love. One by one he grabbed them, smashed them all to the floor and laughed.

Again, again, again. Melia smashed the room while laughing.

Can Tamara understand? When Melia heard the sound of the broken object, it felt much more delicious than when Melia made love to two mighty men.

Melia's feathers goosebumps. His body was amused and he was aroused. Does Tamara understand something like that?

"Mama never understood anything. Because all Mama did was hide behind me while blaming Hestia."

Melia passed to her couch.

"I have every right to be angry with Hestia. I've beaten him until his cranium is cracked. I'm already satisfied. What else am I supposed to do?"

Tamara clenched her hands. "Do you think Mama's not hurt?"

"Did Mama ever do anything?"

"Mama held him because of you!"

"Mama held him back for fear of being beaten like me!" Melia threw the vase in front of her, making Tamara once again gasp.

It's not that Melia doesn't know that her mother is also traumatized by Melia's condition. Her mother always cried for Melia and loved Melia very much.

But, that doesn't change anything.

Crying doesn't change anything in Melia's life.

Melia opened the drawer under her couch, removing the pot of marijuana she always consumed at times like this.

"I love Mama, Mama knows that. But don't ever think I can't hurt Mama. Quiescent. Shut up like you always do."

Melia sipped her wack without a sound, because in the end she who was silent, heard the sound of Tamara's cry.

*

Hestia returned to Darius' residence at about nine p.m. After finishing the bath, Hestia asked the waiter to prepare a fruit snack for her.

Hestia's feet stepped towards Melia's room, entering her room, finding her sister sitting on her lap again.

"Melia." Hestia closed the door, not trying to harass them. "I heard that Yujerian and Yuveria were getting offers to practice music with the famous musician."

Unasked, Melia broke away from the man who was holding her. "I think yes. They're lobbying me to persuade you and Eros to have your two kids perform under their agency, but when I asked your two kids, they said no."

"So that's it." Hestia dropped down on Melia's bed, resting herself. "There's something they're hiding."

"Your son?"

"Yes. I don't know what to do. They said they didn't want to see Eros." Hestia lay sideways, looking at her sister who was smoking marijuana again. "Hey, Melia."

"Hm?"

"Let's go."

"Go?"

"Yes." Yeah." Hestia closed her eyes. "Let's go together. I'll talk to Papa for your wedding soon. After that, let's go."

Melia silence.

"You don't want to?"

"You want to run again when you come back?" melia's reply was calm.

Hestia smiled wryly. Closing his eyes with his arms so as not to be found out that he was grim.

"My feeling has been messed up since I came," he said. "Nothing has changed, anyway. If we go, it means escape, staying here means hoping things are impossible."

Well, maybe Hestia's right. Melia thought about it. Leans comfortably on the man, who will never speak unless Melia tells him to speak.

"Have you and Eros failed?"

Hestia thinning lips. "She apologized well," he replied hoarsely. Kentara was crying.

"Then? You seem to be asking me to leave him too."

"...."

"You're afraid of being lulled." Melia guessed it because Hestia was silent. And Melia was pretty sure that the guess was correct. "You're afraid to believe in Eros because of Papa."

"...."

"I don't want to."

Obviously Hestia flinched. Precisely Hestia thought Melia would gladly accept it. "Why?"

"Will your brain turn sane if you leave this house?" Melia smiled cynically. "You came back because you kept thinking about this place, right? Then it's the same."

Their eyes meet.

"You and I will forever be insane." Melia smiled broadly with marijuana between her lips, directing her hand to caress the man's hair. "We're both already mentally ill."

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