Leaving the dungeon, Yen brought Asem home.
The eyeballs appear to have no scratches, but will remain diagonally indelible from forehead to ear.
Faces aren't the only ones with scratches.
If we arrange for a woman doctor and reluctantly steal a look at how the wounds left everywhere are treated, we can imagine what treatment Asem was receiving from Khalifa and Sahel's men who fled.
"Throw it away, you bitch. You just have to be dead."
A strangely good acquaintance Nazil threw up watching the treatment.
"You're too bad for your taste, aren't you? Sure, she's beautiful, but she could be anywhere."
"Right."
"Where do we need to surround the woman stared at by the Sahel?"
"Really."
Nazil put a rough head on the unboiled reply.
Nazil laughed lightly at it as he finally returned, leaving, and Yen shrugged.
"It's me. You sold her to a slave trader."
Fit, and Nazil's leg stops. I laughed because it said it was so unexpected on the face I saw this one.
"I didn't mean to sell it. I used to meet him when I was in Cardina. I'm an aristocratic bastard, and I've helped this girl, who was only a child, escape - have pity on her condition."
"So?"
"I care about what I helped and entrust this guy to the worst of people - and then I forgot her face and even what happened to her."
Asem, who scammed Vaza's blood muscles, was about to be killed in the royal palace. Without knowing the circumstances, Yen, who pitied his daughter, who was chased and trembled, rescued her at once and gave it as it was to the (...) God (...) Officer (...) of the Son (...) Testimony (...) Good (...) Ki (...) Nana (...) Country (...) Religion (...) Society (...).
It is now easy to imagine what a young girlfriend was caught in.
"Here's what I did. Besides, I owe you for saving my life. You'll be out as soon as you recover, but I'll keep you here until then."
"You're gonna fall asleep. - You can bet."
Yen laughed.
Lift your hair up with your usual habits, realize it's solidified because of the creepy blood, and put your fingers away from your hair.
"Be careful. Nazil, I'm sorry. You worried about me because of you, and I'm blocking your favor?
"Know or die on your own next"
You're angry, I laughed bitterly and followed Nazil's back with my eyes.
I thought I heard a slight voice from the bed, so I went back to my bedroom, but Asem seems to have just said a few words. Replace the handkerchief dipped in water and place it over your forehead so that it does not touch the wound.
Assuming the injury is better and even formally owned by Yen, Asem would be furious.
But if I missed Asem, I might buy some brutal Sahel rage at random.
I don't really want to die.
That was strange and Yen crouched under the bed and kept his back.
Look at the ceiling of the room in an empty mood.
Cancer rooms are sad for one person, but I feel darkness more closely at night when there are signs of others.
Nothing. I have nothing.
I have no power, no talent. I have never had faith or anything else, faith has remained halfway and I have lived the day without ambition or anything else. No family, no friends, no lovers, everything I loved is far away.
Now he's just living for no reason, but still dying seems horrible.
"Should I pick you up?
I remember a letter from Kiri, and in my heart I said yes, I returned it.
A cheerful voice floated in the back of his brain but quickly blurred. I'm sure this will no longer be Kiri's true voice to be missed. I forgot. Already, everything.
"I wonder what Kiri and Shen are up to. And Sui."
Crush with a weak voice, but no answer.
Yen put his jaw on his raised knee as he listened to the bird rattle far away somewhere.
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Asem woke up after three days.
When I explain the situation, yes, I return it in a darker voice.
From then on, I look out blurry through the window of the room I gave upstairs when the sun was up. I thought you might even jump, but you're not going to die because you wake up exactly in the morning, eat, and occasionally sing in a thin voice.
I left all her care to the old lady downstairs without her face matching too much - a month went by in no time.
Yen was supposed to hold his head, an arrow tip that he thought would not even look like he was going to fall asleep.
The old lady, who was doing all the chores, fell ill, packed her things and returned to her son's house.
I thought someone else was working for me, but the young woman I arranged wanted to get close to Yen, so I paid the January wage and kicked her out in a few days.
Or hiring a man.
I sighed as I explored the signs of Asem pulling upstairs.
I don't have any expectations, but for now, Yen visited Asem's room upstairs.
"You want me to do my chores? You're not stupid."
"Nice attitude, for free rice or something."
I haven't had a decent face-to-face ASEM in January and a half. I'm still thin but my blood color was getting better. Hair that was cut as short as a boy is not as stretched and painful either.
Hung, and Asem turned that way.
"Nothing. I don't like it with you. It's not worth feeding the slaves? This, incompetent"
"- I remember how to hear your mouth."
"If you don't like it, why don't you hit me? Go ahead. I'm used to it, so I don't do anything."
It really strikes me with blue eyes. Yen grabbed his fist and stuck out what he had brought to Asem.
I told you to hit me. I pretended not to see Asem tremble on my shoulder with Vikri, and - pressed the pan.
"Do it. I can handle it. Make your own rice. The ingredients are in the kitchen!
"What? You?
"Can you eat your rice?" I'll eat outside!
I groaned as I told him goodbye and ran into the tavern to stir up the liquor.
I wonder what you're doing stupid. Come on, let's push that woman somewhere - and the guys I know sat at the same table laughing at me when I thought she was depressed. Not close, but two of my colleagues.
"Hey, don't you think your wife got away with it?"
"The wife?"
"Khalifa's slave woman, she used to be familiar with you."
When I opened my mouth to chase him away, wondering if he wanted to come and sell the fight - the men slowly poured alcohol on me amicably to the left and right.
"You said if she was going to die, she'd die with you, too, right? He cried to Sahel."
"Huh!?
"As I was, I didn't care what kind of woman conned me into saying no. I thought you were a fake bastard, but if that's the reason, tell me!
"Huh? Yes, no"
"There 'll be fights, but get along. Go home and apologize to him. Well, drink first."
"So, who told you such a story..."
What's going on and we're talking about that? And as he was making his eyes black and white, the men replied with a laugh of Niyaniya.
"It's up to you, Mr. Isfan! You said that beautiful love stories are something you can hear whenever you want. Ha... pure love..."
He grabbed the cup and Yen nearly peeled off his white eyes.
What does a man like the culprit of his current relationship with Asem say!
My coworkers love to pour alcohol when I'm shuddering.
Speaking of which, all western humans liked love stories - Yen looked up to the ceiling remembering.
A Westerner who grows up hearing the love of a man and a woman in a bedtime story, but in fact a few wealthy men monopolize young and beautiful women, so rare love stories are more exciting than they need to be, both men and women -.
By the way, a lot of Westerners are emotional, emotional, nostalgic, and, finally, they don't listen to people very much -
When I said it was a misunderstanding, I was bashed in the back again.
Ouch.
I'm not listening extra because I'm drunk.
On the contrary, they seem to be wives and beloved. They familiarize themselves with the newlyweds' hearts and minds with translations and let them listen with their hands around their shoulders.
Yen laughed vainly as he asked me to give him a break.
"So when you attacked the Khalifa bastard, you weren't riding weird."
"I thought I was still on the inside."
……
Yen solidified for a moment. Yes, did you see it? Not only to the chair fans, but also to those under them.
"It's really stupid."
I feel like I heard the squeaking voice of the chair fan and it makes me look real.
You're a really unprepared one. I reflected and looked at my colleagues on the left and right.
Let's leave the thankful misunderstandings intact. Isfan's remarks about Asem and Yen are probably simply favorable. to shelter Yen, who is suspected of loyalty.
"- - If you didn't seem ready for me, I'm sorry..."
To apologize frankly, the men pour booze again, looking at each other as if surprised.
Because of my mind, I have a softer gaze than I've ever been directed at. I wonder what? and feeling strangely uncomfortable, he said, "Hey! Yen!" Nazil changed his blood and came into the tavern.
"Hey!! You messed with this place!! Come back to the house ASAP!!!
"What's going on, Nazil?
Rarely in a hurry for a man who is always calm and sedentary. I get up when they tell me to come.
Two of his colleagues sent him out because the liquor bill was fine, and he went out to Chase and Yen asked Nazil, who was going ahead.
"What happened?
"What is it? - That woman."
"Did something happen to Asem?
- I didn't even jump, and Nazil turned blue! Summon.
"It's not burning!! Your house!!
"- - Huh!?
Oh, my God. That's it, and Yen gave a barbaric voice on the go this time -.
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The situation in the house wasn't any worse than I thought.
I was surprised that a small fire came out of the kitchen and a neighbor sprayed a large amount of water from the well and got nothing. It wasn't a big deal, but when I thought the conditioner was wiped out, I snapped my jaw to see if Nazil was in his jaw.
There are people sitting in someone's prepared chair, wrapped in cloth and getting smaller.
Asem.
I looked up at this one for a moment with an angry face when I noticed Yen, and I leaned down.
"The fire originated with that woman. I don't want to be set on fire after I save you. - That's why I told you to throw it away."
Yen approached Asem as he heard Nazil's shuddering voice on his back. Every time I get close, Asem pulls the cloth in and rounds my back. I noticed my fingers trembling as opposed to my regrettably chewed lips, and Yen walked in front of her...
"What, if you have something to say..."
"Assem"
My shoulders tremble.
I crouched in to reassure him and looked up at Asem.
Do you have any burns?
"... have?
Asem opened his eyes wide and found that Nazil shouted, but ignored.
For some reason a good looking after colleague for his bad mouth looked at the two staring at him and said, "That's ridiculous, dude!," he looked up into the sky and punched his hands.
The residents gathered around the perimeter were called "Disband! ♪ And scatter it, try it! ♪ and throw up and go back. I'm sorry, and when I speak to him on the back, he waves his hand flickering without even looking back, and he goes back.
Yen let Asem stand, walked into the house and watched the misery.
Let Asem sit for now. Yen wrapped his sleeve around.
Ask the silent assem again, properly furnished.
"Burns, no"
Asem shook his head as he sifted as he got smaller.
"What's wrong with your throat? If you smoked, you'd better call a doctor."
"No!... no, no, no, no, no, no."
Asem lifted up his face and leaned down again with a lump.
"I'm sorry...... I wasn't thinking of starting a fire. I know you won't believe me, but I didn't mean to."
They apologize in a voice that seems to disappear. Asem continued with a thin voice as Yen remained silent without knowing what to say.
"I was going to start a fire... but I don't know. I've never started a fire."
Asem tries to hug herself, and he repeats, "I'm sorry for being so small."
Yen crouched in and wet the tears that floated in Asem's eyes.
You touched the wound, you shook your shoulder frighteningly, so I ask quietly.
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay..."
Asem was in the rear palace of Khalifa's parents and children as female slaves from her childhood.
It is courtesy, art and housework that we learn in the rear palace.
"Something, at least, I tried to make - but I didn't know how to start a fire. When I tried to make the fire stronger, I burned into the cloth... sorry. It's your house..."
Yen's words, which pushed him that he would be able to do as much as chores, must have been a directive for ASEM to follow. There's no way she's ever done a chore or anything that a downstairs person does.
You know, there's no way she can do what everyone can do with a woman these days - even though it wasn't herself who drove her to that situation. It's normal if you think about it a little bit, but I can't always think about it.
Yen cleared the kitchen.
When I cleaned out the inside of Kamado, I was going to manage to start a fire. I asked Asem, who was lighting the fire quickly and raising the pan to make himself smaller. In as flat a voice as you can. Don't scare me.
"You..."
"... what?
Somehow we interact with each other in a whisper.
"What, you want some?
"Huh."
"I'll make something. You were hungry. I can only make something simple, too."
Asem looked up at Yen and said in a crying voice.
"Of meat."
"Yeah."
"I want some meaty, warm, soup"
"Okay."
"... of Cardina, tastes good"
"Fine."
I'll pretend not to look at the assem that's going to get smaller with my nose ringing when I guzzle, and I'll put a cum in front of my eyes telling you to cook and eat easily.
A spoon made of wood sniffed a bite and said it was in my mouth. Asem was small and delicious.
"How can you cook?"
"... I've been working for the church for a while."
When I talk about Ethica and Kiri, does Asem? And groan.
Faces without makeup look much younger than their age. I'm done eating the assem, do you have a replacement? When asked, she sifted again and shook her head.
"You're in trouble, I know."
"-"
"I also know that a scratchy, busty slave woman on her face is bothered to sit there without doing any chores. Naturally."
"What?"
"My daughter, who was here to work, said before this. Master Yen said he was in trouble. The lord told me that he couldn't throw me away because people would like me. I know... but"
Asem moaned her lips.
I can't do anything.
"Assem"
"If you're a daughter of your age, you can cook as well as sew. I don't know if it's a conversation between women, and I can't even draw water..."
But, and Asem got up from the chair, and then he knelt in front of Yen.
Rub your head against the floor.
"Hey, what?"
"Please. Prince, don't be mad at me."
in tongueless Cardinian, she said. I was in Cardina until my early teens, or somewhere the tone is young.
"It hurts, I don't like it. I don't like being hungry either. I don't even like to be scared. I don't like it when a nasty man does something scary. I don't want to die...... I can't do anything, please. Don't kill me. Besides, there's nowhere else to go. Don't kick me out."
……
"I can't do anything, but I'll do anything. You can treat it like an object. Anything... Anything, I will."
Silence, for decades - visit. Yen had a crying assem.
He wipes his messed up crying face with a cloth, hugs him, and strokes his back okay. Still embraced Asem, who was still crying without a voice.
She and I are the same.
A child who is crying because of a sense of helplessness.
"Fine. I can't do anything."
"... eh"
"If it's my big mess of bad rice, I'll make it every day. I'll clean it too. I'm actually good at sewing."
"... then, I don't need..."
I shrug tears falling flabby, and I laugh, yeah.
Mouth it on your forehead so that you can forgive me, and lick your tears with your mouth straight to your eyes. I said, relieved even though Asem's body wasn't stiffened.
"You don't have to do anything. - Nothing."
……
"But sometimes is fine. Will you sing?"
"I can't believe the song! For nothing -!!"
"Your voice is beautiful. Sounds like music in heaven...... Occasionally, if you feel like it. Don't sing to me. But please forgive me for staying on your side and asking..."
Asem cries softly.
She shook her head like a child who did no.
"I'm sorry. I've always regretted abandoning you, little one. I'm really, really sorry."
Wow, Asem cries down.
Embracing that little head, Yen repeated Asem's name over and over again.
Touch your hair so that you can fool yourself, and soothe each other's fingers in the darkness of the night by exploring the top and bottom of the cloth.
Foreheads, eyebrows, eyelids, nosebumps. Make sure of its shape, many times, my fingers. To remember the shape......
The finger that touched his jaw following the trace of tears flowing leads him straight to his throat to ascertain the sound of his heart.
Keep your ears shut to make sure your heartbeat gets faster.
And then...
The sad cry of the child gradually points with another meaning, eventually losing meaning again, zeroing into the pompous and unfilled gap.
The moon is high.
The shadows shake slowly.
Eventually all the movement stopped, just each other's heartbeat and breathing - hear me.
That moment.
They were, indeed, happy.
"Just stay asleep."
"It's okay, wake up... about cleaning, I think I will. The food."
"Please don't. I'll teach you how to start a fire."
"... yeah, you're waiting. Tonight, come on, are you coming home?
"Wherever possible. Run."
You're an idiot, and Yen insisted that Asem meant it like a crying laugh.
The morning after the light fire. Until then, he exchanges a conversation as sweet as a lie and a light mouthful, and Yen goes out to say goodbye.
Drop Asem off until he can't see his back.
He slammed his head firmly against the pillars, fingering the yet soft lip finish of a man who was hard everywhere.
- I'm glad.
I'm glad Yen was nice.
He consoled me without kicking Asem out. I'm glad you told me I could stay on your side.
I'm glad I don't have to go anywhere anymore.
Immersed in the aftertaste, a neighbor visited and handed a bunch of paper to Asem.
The good-looking neighbor said she was glad she made up with her husband, so Asem responded, hanging on, yeah. Receive a bunch of paper and thank me - I realize I have a letter.
"What is this?
"It's a letter your husband's looking forward to. from my sister in Cardina."
"... oh. I heard. I'm sure I'd be very happy to see it. Thank you. Um, I'm sorry for being so sweet."
"What?
"I wonder if you could start a fire on Kamado. I can't start a fire properly."
The good neighbor helped me start a fire and even taught me an easy dish.
Asem closes the door to the house, carefully closing the key as she sings her nose, looking upbeat at the whirlpool of fire and pan. Before Yen returns, Ki (...) Chi (...) Ng (...) and (...) Ng (...) and (...) Yi (...) Kai (...) Ng (...). (...) The name of the sender of the letter is Kiri.
I look at that obnoxious letter and laugh.
Yen talked to me. I remember the clergyman and his adopted daughter, who lived like a family.
The girl's name is Kiri.
Like my sister - like my family, the girl Yen cares about.
Look at that gentle sentence packed with thoughts - when you remember the content.
Asem ripped it all at once.
Then, bring all the pieces of paper to the fire.
Asem cried as she watched the rising white ashes dance through the blades.
"... I'm not lost. Never, ever, ever be unhappy again. Hey, Kiri. I'm sorry. No matter how important you are to Yen, I won't give it to you. That guy's mind doesn't do it any more. Because you're not here - I'll take it all. No body, no mind, no future. All of it. All of it... at all..."
The sound of puffiness and explosion slowly engraves time.
Asem had a thin voice and played his hometown song for a long time.
It's an old song.
A song where the goddess cries in love with her husband who abandoned herself. Curse song.
If I were to lose you, I should have broken the world.
The goddess is alone, crying.
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"No, I'm not! Father, move this pawn here!
"Shit, you lost"
Pointed out by an unspeakable voice, Yen put his head on. Between Yen and the little one there is a board made of wood and a pawn imitating a knight or tank. It's a popular board game in the West.
White skin on golden hair, then a child with empty hair looked up to his father skillfully. Not that Yen is particularly vulnerable, but the kid liked this play and rarely beat a decent opponent.
"Eh heh."
"Oh, my God. I don't suppose I'll be dealing with him anymore. Nazil, you want to go to your uncle's house?
"Yeah!!
When I lift my son, who brightened his expression, and rub his beard against his soft cheeks, the child rips off and rejoices.
Close your eyes to the gentle fragrance characteristic of a toddler, then get up in a good mood to go, bang behind your back! And when he was slapped on the desk, his father and son shook their shoulders with fright.
"At night like this! It would be rude to go to someone else's mansion!
"... Mother!
"... assem. Even if it's someone else, it's Nazil... it's okay."
"Yen! Whose role is it to teach a child courtesy?
Father and son shriveled in the sword screen of Asem, who laid up the sword.
"That's my job. I have no choice. Tomorrow, Aslan."
"Yeah......"
I smiled, narrowing my eyes to my soggy, look-alike husband and son. Asem just had to know.
Behind that, an elderly nanny is holding a brunette infant and laughing. You reacted to your father's voice, and he panicked when he realized that he started crying, heh... Yen approached his daughter. My daughter's eyes were as green as a mixture of gold and she was still a toddler but a beautiful baby. Yen gently touches her daughter's little finger and lurks her voice.
"Did I wake you? I was in a good mood to sleep."
"It's your fault, isn't it? Sir."
"Sorry, ma'am."
"Hehe. I will tell Nazir that I will ask her tomorrow, so please go to bed tonight. I'd also like to welcome back this gift I received. Don't forget to take it, okay? No matter how close you get to me, Master Nazir is the next housekeeper, so don't be rude."
"Okay. I know."
Yen mumbled at the forehead as Asem laughed.
The wound that Isfan used to wear on her still remains convulsive, but I think even that wound is loving.
Wife, son and daughter.
With so much happiness in both hands, the youth softened - smiled.