The Young Master's Servant
Luka

12 Years ago

A 13-year-old boy was standing looking at the window. The dark black-eye bead that looked dejectedly looked at the stars scattered in the sky. Sometimes in his heart he felt envious, because of their large number. But he is only alone. Living in a big and luxurious house, have everything, and respected by the community. Life is like a prince living in a palace. Everyone must have thought, he was so happy to have it all.

The boy was happy, but that was before. Now everything is a memory, his life feels empty, silent, no one knows what he feels. The sweet life he had was contrary to the harsh reality he had received. Inside the palace-like mansion, the owner of the dark black bead only spent time standing staring at the window and drowning in his daydream. Only one person understands him. The butler opened the door, a luxurious room that was pitch-black, he caught the silhouette of a standing boy with the window curtain open.

"Young man, why haven't you slept? You were standing there. Does your leg hurt?"

The dark black bead turned with a sad look, the moonlight increasingly showing its sadness from the window.

"I'm fine aunt. You don't have to worry about me."

"But young master, you can get sick. It's getting late. If you are sick, ladies and gentlemen.."

"Have they not returned?"

Deg

"Haha, just let me be sick. They never cared about me anyway. Now they don't love me."

"Young master, master and mistress are affairs outside the city. They'll be home when things are over."

"Auntie always says that. I know auntie just wants to keep me calm. All this time only auntie cared about me."

"Young master.."

"Leave me, I want to be alone."

The butler bit his lip trying to hold back the tears that were about to flow, he finally closed the door leaving his young master who looked back at the outside world from his small window.

Flashback end

The afternoon turns night, finally Raisa comes home and arrives home. He saw his older brother leaning against his body on the living room sofa. Looks tired, like carrying a load. Raisa also approached him. Unbeknownst to him, he had made his brother's heart beat fast instantly with just a gentle touch patting his left shoulder.

But Steve was silent.

"Sister?"

Why are you approaching me Raisa? Why not just go to your room there

"Sister?"

Raisa looks anxious by furrowing her brows. Steve sighed, so his feelings were calm. Steve turned his head while showing a warm smile to his beloved sister while holding his hand that was still leaning on his shoulder.

"What's Raisa?"

"Sister why? I just called you silent."

"Sorry, I didn't hear. I'm tired, I'm falling asleep here."

"If you're tired, you sleep in your room. If you sleep on the couch, your neck hurts."

"Yes, I'll go to the room. Now you come in, you must be tired."

"Yes brother. Good night brother."

"Good night too."

Raisa smiled, a kiss landed on Steven's forehead. Making her quiet for quite a while while looking at Raisa who was walking up the stairs.

Raisa, it's like this. How I don't love you more. My feelings for you are getting deeper and deeper. I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to put it down anymore.

Seriate