The Lost Prince
CHAPTER 205 ENJOYING THE NIGHT AT GARDU JAGA
Wilson turned his head at once facing slowly in front of Sheila. And how surprised he was that Sheila was looking at him. Maybe more precisely looking at him.
Fortunately, he didn't talk or act like a no-no. If that happens, of course, he will be ashamed.
Sheila, as soon as Wilson faced her, quickly went in the other direction. His face of course immediately reddened like a tomato because it was caught wet. Ah shame!
Not lost his shock, Wilson who saw the beautiful face of Sheila who turned red again surprised. But this time was shocked worried, afraid that something would happen to the beautiful girl.
"Miss why?" ask Wilson directly. It was obvious the worry from his tone. "Is Miss cold?"
"Oh no, it's okay, Brother Wilson," Sheila quickly tried to contain her embarrassment. He said without looking at Wilson.
"But Miss's face was flushed so," still Wilson discussed the girl's red face. "Maybe there's something I can help you with?"
"No need, sister," said Sheila still berkilah still dare not look. "I'm okay."
Wilson's breath still looked at Sheila's tomato face. But he no longer wanted to ask anything despite being curious.
After that Wilson tried to relax himself who was still a bit awkward by circulating his gaze around him. Not long ago he realized that it turned out that this guardhouse was located in one corner of the area of Chairman Anthoniel's headquarters.
Sheila, meanwhile, felt Wilson still stood up, boldly taking the initiative to offer the young man a seat. Surely while looking at him.
"Sister Wilson, isn't he tired of standing still? Sit in the substation here!"
Wilson, who was busy observing the dark surroundings, immediately looked back at Sheila. But he just fell silent, not immediately fulfilling Sheila's request. He even asked in a hoot.
"Can I sit there?"
"Yes, sister, you can" said Sheila in a slightly embellished speech. "We're gonna watch tonight."
"Will you leave me?" continued. "So Brother Wilson is very hearty then."
While saying the sentence, Sheila's tone and voice style turned sulky, but sulked spoiled.
Hearing Sheila's style of speech made Wilson immediately smile knotty. I wonder what made the young man smile?
While Sheila clearly did not see that charming smile because she was still glaring in the other direction.
Shortly thereafter, Wilson sat in the guardhouse to the right of Sheila, almost one fathom away.
Wilson looked a little awkward. Just imagine the two of them in this guardhouse, no one else. Even mosquitoes do not accompany you. Wilson's heart was pounding.
Meanwhile, for a while the guardhouse was wrapped in silence, silenced by silence. Because the conversation between them was stalled, smothered by awkwardness.
"It's been a while since we met. Miss how's the news?"
Finally Wilson tore the silence, breaking the silence by asking.
"Yes yes, it seems like it's been 10 days," Sheila responded well but it's still a bit awkward. "I'm good, Brother. You're how you doin."
"I'm fine too, Miss Sheila, still under the protection of the Celestial Master" Wilson said, still awkward and polite.
After that the atmosphere went back to silence. But before long Wilson said again pitched a question that seemed just to ask, just want to find the topic of conversation.
"Are women allowed to patrol this base too, Miss Sheila?"
"Yes right, sister," Sheila said beginning to respond with enthusiasm, trying not to be awkward. "Women are allowed to patrol, even have schedules."
"If it's like we are?" asked Wilson as if he had found the topic. "I mean the male and female members. What can?"
"Actually there is no mixed schedule" Sheila said. "Males are men, women are women. "But if it happens it is not forbidden. It's just that you can't be frequent."
"But you take it easy, sister," Sheila said quickly as if to calm Wilson's feelings. "In this month, there's only mixed patrol tonight."
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Back the atmosphere was swallowed by silence as if the topic of conversation had been lost carried away by the cold night breeze. Soon, Wilson's voice sounded.
"Engf... Miss Sheila...."
Not even Wilson finished his words Sheila cut him off quickly. His tone was clearly pampered.
"Sister Wilson, can you just call my name without having to include it as 'miss'?"
"I'm afraid I'm being disrespectful, Miss Sheila," Wilson said in a condolent tone, more precisely polite.
"Aren't you going to get along with me?" Sheila starts fishing to reveal feelings for each other. He also stared at Wilson.
"Therefore, speaking of me-you alone are reluctant," he continued, "calling my name you must include it as 'miss'...."
"Or... because you're afraid your lover will get angry when we get familiar? That's why you're keeping your distance from me."
"Ti. not so, Miss.., uh She... Sheila.., "wilson was nervous that Sheila was attacking him so hard she stuttered so.
Seeing Wilson's funny behavior, Sheila almost laughed. But trying to be detained, still put up a frowning attitude. But the snarl looks adorable.
"Not so how, Brother Wilson?" Sheila continues to press.
"I.., uh I." Wilson still seemed nervous.
"Speak clearly, Brother! I don't understand," Sheila was still desperately trying to hold back her laughter.
"I don't know if there's a girl who's upset if I get close to you" Wilson said. "But I don't really have a boyfriend yet."
"Booking?!" Sheila put up a mimic as if in disbelief.
"I heard, I've even seen it myself, too," continued Sheila who seemed to tease Wilson, "if the girls of Centauri Palace were average beauties. Nothing attracts your heart, do you keep making lovers?"
"Oh, I don't know" Wilson said after turning to the multimillion-starred sky. "Obviously I don't have a boyfriend...."
"How are you?" ask Wilson without looking. "Do you have a lover? Or maybe no one's mad we're both here."
Wilson had heard from Andro that Sheila had no boyfriend. But he wanted to hear directly from Sheila about the truth.
"I don't have a boyfriend, either" Sheila was honest and didn't want to play Wilson.
For the sake of hearing Sheila's confession just now Wilson turned his head and looked at Sheila, looking at her beautiful face fixedly as if to make sure that Sheila was not lying.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" sheila blushed embarrassedly at Wilson so.
Wilson immediately smiled at Sheila's question just now. Add a smile when returning to see the red hue on Sheila's delicate white cheeks.
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After a while of enjoying Sheila's pretty face, Wilson's gaze shifted to looking up at the stars, just as Sheila was currently doing.
"You haven't answered my question, sister," Sheila said, turning her head and glancing at Wilson for a moment. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's okay, just want to see you," said Wilson clearly berkilah without turning his head let alone glancing. "Can we no longer?"
"Sister this is weird. Yes it's okay," Sheila was more relaxed talking. "Just I feel weird all of a sudden you look at me like that...."
"Surely you want to say something, right?" continued. "You just don't want to be honest. Aye, right?"
"What do I say to you?" wilson asked in a teasing tone with a smile.
"Ih, you know what brother. Cook ask me...."
The young couple continued to talk casually. Sometimes joking around with each other which of course invites a loose laugh.
They no longer care about the late nights. No matter what the cold that pierced the marrow. No matter what the environment around it is so dark.
Tonight seems to be just the two of them.
The pair of young people continued to talk as if they were not afraid of running out of topics. The longer they talk to each other the more created a beautiful tangle of intimacy.
Until finally they tell each other about their life experiences and their identities.
So from their conversation it is known that Wilson turned out to be from the ordinary community and from childhood his parents did not exist. While his brother did not have.
He has only lived a single life since childhood. Living as a vagrant who works anything to get food. Until finally he was 'kidnapped' by the Red Cloak Army.
At first he thought he was kidnapped. He later saved his life from misery. Be trained to be used as a tough army as he has achieved now.
Wilson also briefly describes life at Centaurus Headquarters which has now been moved to the Sunscreen Country of Gharib, and adjacent to Centauri Palace.
He also told me globally about the people who were at Centaurus Headquarters who were all men. While the Centauri Palace is exclusively inhabited by women.
Also tell about other things both about Centaurus Headquarters and Centauri Palace as asked by Sheila.
As for when Sheila asked about the Grand Queen of Aurellia, Wilson only informed her that she was the Queen of the Chaotic Sunscreen Kingdom who ruled over Centauri Palace and Centaurus Headquarters.
Also ruling over the Kingdom of Bentala outside the Kingdom of the Chaotic Sunshine Country.
As for the personal matters of Queen Aurellia Wilson did not reply. He suggested asking Prince Brian about it. Because Prince Brian is Queen Aurellia's half-sister.
Now it's Sheila's turn to tell me about her true self.
She was the daughter of one of the palace officials. More precisely one of the commanders of the military forces.
But her father has been killed as a result of fighting a rebel group led by Princess Rayna Cathrine who is now in power in the Kingdom of Amerta.
His mother was also killed in the bloody incident.
Only he and Jarrel, his real brother are still alive. It was saved by Chief Anthoniel, his father's younger brother.
His wife and first son were killed in the bloody incident. Only his daughter he managed to save who was 2 years old on it.
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The pair of young people were still talking as if they wanted to spend the night staying up late.
Until one day Sheila asked the unexpected by Wilson.
"Sister Wilson, did you see a shooting star?"
Wilson did not immediately answer the question, but instead looked at Sheila for a moment.
"Why are you suddenly asking about it?" Wilson asked back.
"Jawab, brother, yes or no!" sheila said sulking spoiled.
"Yes, I had a chance to see," Wilson confessed as well. "Why indeed?"
"Who do you think of when you see a shooting star?" sheila continued to urge.
At this moment he was already smiling again, a smile that contained a lot of meaning.
"How are you? Did you see a shooting star?" instead of answering, Wilson asked.
He was obviously hesitant to be frank. More precisely feeling ashamed.
"I also had a chance to see a shooting star" Sheila said with a carefree smile while looking at the stars.
"Who were you thinking at the time?" wilson asked curiously, hoping Sheila would answer him immediately.
"It is, but it is a secret" Sheila said, making Wilson curious. "You yourself will not answer."
"Yes, I'm also a secret then" Wilson said with a smile.
"Huh, follow along?"
Back the pair of young men dissolved in a casual chat full of mild jokes.
But as far as their conversation goes, none of them have expressed their feelings if they actually like each other.
No one dared to shoot each other between each of them.
But they are getting closer. As it seems that they have been officially as lovers, even though they have not stated each other frankly.
Meanwhile the night continued to crawl slowly but surely. The dark atmosphere is increasingly wrapped by the cold that wants to freeze the bones.
While thick fog shawls lazily in the air. Sometimes moving slowly is blown by the night wind which also carries a cold aroma.
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