The Heir's Naughty Twins
93. Two Pairs Brother

Hestia clenched her hands full of emotion. "Should you act like this now?"

"Will? Good. I'm childish. I'm childish because I'm worried about you, I'm childish because I want our family to be whole, I'm childish because I want you to be freer."

"I don't need help or worry!"

"Then I can just shut up even though I want my wife and kids to get together?!"

"Me and you just got married! Just met! Stop talking like I've been a part of your life for a long time!"

Eros hit the wall right beside Hestia, trying to catch her uncontrollably hunting breath.

His eyes were staring at Hestia who was now also exposed by the emotions and uncontrollable feelings within him.

They both secretly knew they were guilty, but one was not called a human if at all times they could follow rationality.

"What did Darius do to you exactly?" Eros murmured low. "What is Darius doing here? Huh huh? Mutilating your sister? Burn you alive? There's nothing he's done! He didn't do what he did just yet so can you stop messing around with the weathered past?!"

A moment after Eros said it, he wished his mouth had been torn five seconds ago.

The expression of Hestia who had been overwhelmed by anger turned blank. Her eyes were glazed over and did not hold back even when her cheeks started to get wet.

Weathered?

Weathered he said?

That pain, that years of suffering, all that suddenly finished it say is weathered?

"You're right." Hestia suddenly muttered ruffally. "It was already rotten. I'm overdoing it."

"Hestia, I mean—"

"I should have thought more of Yujerian and Yuveria. Sure oes. I get it."

Hestia stuck a nail on her own arm involuntarily. Eros was unconscious because his eyes looked at Hestia who looked empty while crying.

"I understand. I was overreacting. It's my fault."

"Hestia, listen. I just wanted to say that—"

"Don't talk to me." The woman continued to hurt her arm as it passed leaving Eros. "From now on don't talk to me."

When Hestia looked down at her flushed arm, she clawed firmly until blood seeped from her skin.

Hestia did not grimace. Just smile, and add to the wound there.

So anyway. That's why Melia likes to hurt herself.

It turned out that this pain was making sane insanity in his mind.

...*...

"What did Aunt read?"

Melia glanced at the book on her seat and turned to look at Hestia's child. Their eyes that sparkled innocently but were full of intelligence could not be hidden.

Though they knew Melia was hostile towards their mother. Why did they ask him to talk?

"Books are for lessons." Melia is not a coward who strangles a child's neck for her brother to suffer. So he sat back down, letting the two children sit next to him.

"Taught book? Why is my grown-up aunt still learning?" ask Yuveria.

"Learning is not just a child's activity."

Yujerian looked at the book in Melia's hands full of calculations. "Auntie likes economic knowledge?"

Melia. "Yes, that's my field, anyway."

How did he know this was a book about economics?

"You know English?" Although the title of the book does not have the word economics, but maybe he concluded from there.

"We speak three languages." Yuveria answered the spirit. "But British Yuve is not as good as Nii."

"So you said you can speak in a british accent?"

"What is else you can?"

Yujerian pointed at the book in Melia's hand. "Haha-ue also has the book. We hear the story often."

It was hard for Melia not to be surprised. "What did Hestia tell you?"

Yuveria rubbed her chin while trying to remember. "Hmmmm, when Germany lost the first world war, Haha-ue said they made a printing money strategy. They make a lot of projects, then make money to finance projects, and Germany grows rapidly in just a few decades."

"About seventeen years later, Germany became a superpower and expanded." Yujerian added. "They cannot make money from the value of gold, because they lost the war with two burdens: recovering post-war damage and paying debts to the winning country. So they make a lot of projects and jobs, then create money with equal value. In the book, Haha-ue says there is a way to quickly grow the economy with a printing money method without inflation."

I think I know my brother is scary. Melia clenched her lips and could not make a sound when two six-year-olds rambled about economic growth on her.

"Why did you learn something so boring?" Melia has a hard time holding back her curiosity.

"Boring?" Yujerian tilted his face. "Why boring? Haha-ue often talks about how to rule the world. Haha-ue said, the ones who do not understand war are the ones who drown."

"Aren't you afraid of war?"

Yuveria laughing. "Auntie is so funny. Why fear war? Haha-ue said, the only war that is scary and most avoided is only physical war. Oh, the weather war is scary too. The most frequent and greatest wars are economic and political wars."

Unknowingly, Melia even laughed a little.

He remembered his childhood with Hestia. They used to discuss economic strategy. If Hestia had been very serious, she even brought a detailed world map and passed on which countries would give her an advantage.

If these two children grew up like Hestia, Melia thought they would both become monsters.

"Yuveria, Yujerian."

Melia flinched when Hestia came to know. For a moment he remembered that they were hostile and he should not sit here, laughing to hear the son of Hestia chattering.

The two children also stiffened. Didn't expect Hestia would come too soon to look for them.

But, Yujerian, Yuveria and Melia were more surprised as Hestia sat down. "What are you guys doing?" he asked, as if nothing had happened.

The three of them could see Hestia's eyes blushing. And Melia glanced at the familiar claw marks on her sister's arms, blushing fresh.

What the hell's going on?

Melia was wary because she knew very well it must have been Hestia's ex hurting herself. But after returning, Melia never saw Hestia have the same inclination as her.

"We heard Aunt's story about her reading book." They both sound. "Haha-ue, can Haha-ue talk about fun again? We want to get to know this Haha-ue country."

"Hmmmm, that's kind of confusing. Who do you want to know?"

"Who does Haha-ue think is the most outstanding in the country?"

Hestia folded her hands and pretended to think. "Sou nee's. If you're talking about who's the most extraordinary, you're thinking about Professor Habibie."

"Habibies?"

"He's the third former president." Unknowingly, Melia answered.

"Yuve remember!" Yuveria raised her hand in spirit. "The one who perfected the airplane!"

"Hundred points."

Hestia forms the light tip of her son's nose before sitting sweetly telling the incredible story enjoyed by them.

...*...

Eros never dreamed of being a beggar.

Not in the least.

Her father and mother raised Eros by mentally never asking but seeking what she needed, making peace on failure and seeing if something should be fought for or let go.

But Hestia forced him to be a beggar. His children forced Eros to be a beggar.

And Eros doesn't even know if he's happy or depressed.

...*...