The Villainess Wants To Die
Ch. 8 – Butterfly Effect
"Oh yes, you usually call me 'Mr Gerion', why now call him 'Om Rion'? You really changed ya."
Gerion's words stunned Verra for a moment, he should not do things that make others suspect that he is not Verra but an alien soul that occupies Verra's body.
Eh yes! Kan in Verra's diary who said that loneliness also called him Master, right?! Why did I forget... Well, you're reckless Zara! It was in his heart yet still remained in a calm face.
"I don't remember anything, there's little I can remember but everything is still blurred and dashed. All I remember was it seemed like when Father and Mother died and Om Rion stroked my head with a wry smile, that was all I remembered today." To cover up a big reality, Verra had to lie. For the sake of its survival, this besides is the future world of 2061 AD which most people do not believe in the name of mystical things let alone reincarnation.
"Because only Rion was the only person clear in my memory who had just returned, it was only om who I trusted. I told you earlier, that place was so stifling." Continue Verra. Despite knowing the future, what he does will definitely change a bit the future that 'should have happened' in the novel. In fact, once he entered Verra's body it had already caused the Butterfly Effect. Small but has a big impact. Small changes or actions can have unexpected consequences in the future.
Gerion raised his eyebrows next to, though, the change rather than turning from the old one makes Gerion do not know to be happy because his best friend's child is more mature (according to Gerion alone) or sad because the girl's eyes turned blank like no he had a life after losing his memory.
"Even two years ago when we last met, you blatantly disliked me and even refused to look me in the eye. Miss, I, as your father's best friend, am happy to have a daughter like you."
"like me? What is so special about me?"
Gerion let out a short breath after hearing the question. Child anak. A word of a million meanings, for himself who has been married for a dozen years but has not been blessed with children. It would be worth every second if he could take care of the daughter of his late best friend. Beautiful girl with beautiful pink beads like cherry blossoms in spring, but if seen more deeply then it will be similar to ruby.
"The child is a gift of God, a precious treasure that is entrusted from God to parents who must be cared for properly. That's a blessing, miss. A very big blessing." Gerion's words sounded meaningful in, Verra had no intention to reply to the words of the man who works as a lawyer.
It's better to keep quiet, if you keep saying it's possible Gerion will be offended for talking about 'children'. Moreover, Verra is a 17-year-old High School boy, is not it very very strange to talk about something like this with him. Gerion must have thought what a snot boy seemed to do.
Back to silence again. Gerion's car entered a luxury residential area. Throughout the eye see there is only a house with the same design. Some children are playing there are also mothers who are not far from them are gathering and chatting. Life is still going on, he thinks it makes no difference to his life in the real world.
The car turns in a white house, the design is the same as the others but usually different wall paint only. A man in a hat wearing a T-shirt was seen walking quickly to open the fence.
When getting out of the car, it feels like Verra is breathing again after a long time in an enclosed space. Like a bird flapping its wings again after a long time in a cage. The cold summer air, soon summer will end and change into autumn.
Hu... It felt so good to get out of that stifling place...
"Come in, I'll reintroduce to my beloved wife the most beautiful in the world." Said Gerion praising his own wife, understand the husband bucin acute.
Verra walked in Gerion's footsteps, looking around because this was new to him. Cool atmosphere here.
"Verra, welcome to our home! Aunty's been waiting for you since, you know!" Said a beautiful woman with a bright brown appearance paired with a long soft blond mane. A smile does not come off his lips.
"I'm home, baby!"
Gerion's presence was completely ignored by the wife, the woman just passed her husband and welcomed Verra's blessing. Arabella Kafella is Gerion's wife of 40 years.
"Verra remember auntie? Not because you lost your memory.. Although you don't lose any memory, do you remember aunt. Aunty also once guided you while still learning to walk! Remember no?" Ara said a lot enthusiastically and clasped Verra's hands together. Be happy? Of course, the girl he had always considered his own child and wished he could live with was now in front of him. Although Ara did not know how long Verra would stay, one day was also fine, if more was not a problem, she was happy instead.
"Ara Aunt, huh?" Verra was uncomfortable with the woman in front of her who was looking at her with a sparkling look. He felt like a rare animal that became a spectacle in a zoo stared at by a plain little boy.
"Well! Verra already remembered who I was!"
"Haha..." Verra smiled awkwardly at Ara's words that sounded to praise her with an enthusiastic tone and gaze, making her feel uneasy. "Actually Om Rion had told me about Aunt Ara on the way here" Verra continued with an awkward smile.
"Ohh? Did ya? Then let's join aunty yuk, Aunt already cooked for Verra loh! Cook a lot, especially for you!"
Ara immediately dragged Verra to the dining table without caring for her husband who had just been left alone to see the interaction of the two creatures named woman. It was like cosplay being the wind.
Verra was surprised by the dining table full of various processed foods. Vegetables, meat, fruit, noodles, bread, everything neatly arranged on the table!
"Ara's aunt made all this?" Verra looked up slightly as she turned to get an answer from her question, Verra's body was short.
"Iya~ Special for Verra special guest at this home~!" Answer ara casually.
"Aunty is great at cooking..."
"Yes dong~ Gini-gini was once aunty often really cook at the restaurant parents aunt~ Before the restaurant was as big as it is now."
Ahahaha... Mantabs. Verra's voice in the heart.
"All your cooking is my favorite food, baby." Said Gerion who (feel) is courted by his own wife.
"But aunty does not know Verra's favorite food, aunty already cook aja commonly liked people." Add Ara with her smile. "What is Verra's favorite food? If no one likes Verra, aunty will masakin again!"
"Sit~ Sit~ Yuk eat together." Ara pulled out a chair and let Verra sit down.
Inevitably Verra had to sit on the chair that Ara had pulled, of course with Ara's subtle coercion. Ara sat next to her and took the rice to Verra, then placed the plate in front of Verra. Ara also brought rice for Gerion.
"Thank you dear." Said Gerion who felt happy after being hooked since.
"Yes, my dear husband." Reply Ara with her smile.
The warmth of the family, that is what Zara always dreamed of but to death never felt it. How does a whole family feel? He doesn't know. Now it feels like being part of a family, with Ara and Gerion. His life was like a canvas that was colored by a brush, forming something beautiful on it, all the more alive and colorful.
Eating together took place peacefully, Ara and Gerion were competing to give food on Verra's plate. Happy, warm, overflowing. That was what Verra felt in her little heart.
After eating finished Ara dragged Verra to change clothes with the clothes she had bought earlier. Verra was feeling bad. He is a guest, why is his treatment so special like this. Gerion just smiled and looked at everything from behind his glasses, as if looking at something he wanted.
"What about this one? Oh, or this one! Or is it better this one?" Ara continued to put in front of the body one by one the clothes she bought for Verra.
Ughhhh... It's getting bad. Feeling troublesome to others, his heart felt extremely uneasy.
"Oh, this one suits you. The color contrasts with the color of your skin! Try wearing!" Ara gives a sleeveless dress to Verra. With a hopeful look, it managed to make Verra forced to do so.
A while later after Verra changed her clothes. The amazed look from Ara kept raining down on him. Very pretty!
Honestly, when he reflected on seeing his own reflection, he was amazed by the beauty of an antagonist. Beautiful pink beads and long black hair look shiny under the light. The owner of the original body is very beautiful, making him feel like a living pestle by hitching a ride on other plants. This is not his body, has not been obtained permission from the original owner of the body so it is not often thought that he stole the body of others.
"Well! Verra is so beautiful!" Praise Ara.
Yeah, thanks. I know that Verra is very beautiful, every character in this novel is beautiful and handsome. No defect results. Verra muttered in his heart.
"Then let's look at the room that my aunt has prepared for Verra!"
Ara again dragged Verra, while the one who was dragged just resigned to what the 40-year-old woman did. Wanting to rebel a little because he felt uncomfortable, but it would only make him feel even more uneasy because it was disrespectful.
Ara's hand touched the doorknob for a few seconds, after a fingerprint was detected the door had just opened. Ara entered first and was followed by Verra who walked behind her.
Ordinary bedrooms with no special items, ivory-white painted walls, large beds with light green sheets and grass, a large wardrobe, study tables, and, a long sofa and a single sofa and a table, that's all. This room was indeed a little smaller than his old room in the Atkinson mansion, deserted but would also be alive if occupied.
"I'm sorry it's still empty like this, aunt doesn't know what Verra likes. If you want, tonight or tomorrow we go shopping for Verra. Stuff like dolls or other trinkets to fill this room, Verra wants?" Ara's words sounded very sincere with her sweet smile.
Gerion and Ara had already done many things that made her feel troublesome to others, Verra was very grateful about all of this. How does he repay all the good they have done for him? Ah, not for him but for the real body owner.
"This seems to be enough, aunt. I think I got a lot of nicotine, right?" Verra.
"No, no bother! Precisely aunty happy there is Verra in this house, aunty will have a conversation when om again work." Ara sincerely wants Verra to stay here. Child anak. Ara wants a baby, every day always thinking about it, with Verra maybe Ara no longer thinks negative things why she and her husband have not been blessed with children.
Verra smiled, I don't know what to reply. It was possible that he could reply with a prayer for Ara and Gerion. May they soon be blessed with a baby.
Eh?
Verra saw thin black smoke billowing in the air carried by the wind currents. Like fire. If the leaves burn, the smoke is not that black.
"Is there anything that burns?" Verra asked while pointing at what she saw, something that was out there.
"Look at yuk." Ara did not panic at all, but Verra thought there was a fire out there.
Both of them walked to the balcony. When she saw what was out there, Verra was surprised not to play. Gerion stood not far from the flames that devoured something called a large barrel. A box similar to a suitcase. Then Gerion threw a small bag at the fire. It made him even more shocked! Knock on a bag that contains Verra's important objects, a diary, some make-up, a cell phone, and a wallet. In the wallet there is also a student card and identity card. If it is burned, it means that Verra even makes the card again. Duh, a little complicated to make it.
"Of! WHY ARE MY THINGS BURNED?! IN THAT BAG WERE VERRA'S IMPORTANT ITEMS!!" Pekik Verra from the second floor balcony.
"That's for Verra's good, too." It was not Gerion who answered, Gerion did not even turn his head at all, the one who answered him was Ara.
"What do you mean?!"
"Om Rion once told you, right? Atkinson's dangerous, they keep an eye on Verra every second."
Whahuh? Hearing Ara's answer made Verra sculpt on the spot. That's not the answer he wanted, but why the answer didn't make sense. What reason?