CHAPTER 4

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"What is it brother Christopher?" He asked his older brother when out of the blue asked a favor.  Knowing this brute, he don't asks help. That's how high his pride is. 

"Buy me a milk," his brother  arogantly said declared. 

"Brother, when did you drink milk?" He asked in astonishment here. 

His  brother favorite is coffee. Too addicted to coffee,  that  even at noon he was still brewing coffee.

 "Idiot! Not for me. It's for your nephew!" He hissed angrily. 

'Very hot-headed.'

 Why did this idiot become his brother? 

 When he heard that it was for his nephew who was over a year old, he immediately smiled. "Alright! My purchase," Clinton even held out her palm in front of her older brother while grinning.

 "F*ck you!" His brother cursed wiith him. 

He, on the other hand, is happy because  his brother  looks so irritated. 

It's thier way of bonding, teasing each other. "It's your fault. You're so busy and you forgot about your child's milk," he blamed him. 

 But he knew his brother was really busy because of the Donovan Shipping line that their father had passed to his brother since his older brother Christopher got married. 

"Yeah! I know, You know Astrid is still sick," His brother  muttered sadly while his appearance was very troubled. Astrid is his wife. 

"She'll be fine too,"  Clinton answered seriously and patted his older brother on the back before leaving their house and look for the nearest place to buy milk for his nephew. 

His nephew may be hungry, but his fat cheek is unfortunate. 

From the milk section where he was standing, his eye caught Hera. But maybe he was just mimicking so he kept reading the levels of milks so he would know which ones were good and nutritious for the one -year -old child. 

But he couldn't help but look up at where he had seen the student he had tried to remove from his system.

 The woman who caused him why her head hurts now because of the hang over. He wanted to make sure that it was his student so, carrying a large carton of milk, he immediately approached her. 

"Hera Lopez," he called.

 Hera  obviously seemed stunned. Before slowly facing him. "S-ir Clinton," She softly muttered almost a whisper. 

He couldn't help but sneer when it seemed like another part of his body had come to life. 

'F*ck this little innocent girl!' She's making him insane. 

"What are you doing here?" The young man asked the girl who was biting her lip for some unknown reason and was nervous in the young man's presence. 

She did not know why her heart rate was twice as fast. She felt like she was going to run out of breath.

 "Normal, grocery shopping," Hera flatly replied. 

The he almost facepalm. 'She's here buying grocery becuase this is fucking a grocery store!' The professor almost cursed himself. From the headache, now he is also becoming stupid because of the woman in front of him. 

Because he was a little embarrassed, he looked for a way or something to change the  topic. 

"WHY is there only one bag in your push cart?" The young man immediately asked Hera. 

Hera looked at the push cart, it contained only a bag of lollipops. 

Hera was just pissed because she didn't know anything about such things. She  didn’t really know what she was going to pick up. "Eh! I don't know which one I'm going to pick up from." She said honestly. 

The  professor just stared at him dumfoundedly.  Hera looks very serious. 

"Let me help you," Sir Clinton casually offered. 

Hera's  face immediately lit up because of what  her professor  said. 

"Really Sir? I'm not bothering you?" The girl asked cheerfully.

 "Ofcourse not," Immediately the young man answered seriously, forgetting his nephew's milk. 

"Don't do that, it's not fresh anymore," Sir said immediately seriously when she picked up a bag of oranges. 

Hera just smiles because the professor knows a lot about shopping for such things. He was almost the one who put the groceries in her push cart. 

She was just putting  a bunch of candy that they were passing by. That's why the professor returned it immediately to the place where she took it because he said it was too sweet and not good for health. 

The two continued shopping when the girl suddenly stopped so the young man also stopped walking. Hera doesn't know how she will feel after she feels that her baby bra has been hooked. It came loose because it didn't fit her anymore. 

"Why?" The young man immediately asked. 

Hera  looked at her chest and because her t-shirt was fited, she could clearly see her slightly raised bra. She  could no longer cover up what she was facing that she did not know was growing. 

The baby bra she was wearing was bought for her by her dad last year. The professor,  on the other hand, followed where the girl was looking, immediately shocked by what he saw. 

"Uhm, Ca-n you- hook back m-y babybra, Sir?" Stuttering, Hera asked for a favor. 

He does not know what to do. The young man seemed to regret what Hera said.  How can this girl disappear from my system? The young man asked himself a troubled question.

 "Sir, please,"  Hera pleaded again as if asking for a little favor. 

Her eyes are so innocent it seems unaware of all that is going on around. And because he might not be able to control himself and what he could do to the girl because of what he saw he immediately pulled her to the part where there were not many people. 

Then he turned her around and narrowed his eyes at the hook of her bra.  He frowned sharply, not only did the bra unhook but tbe  bra itself  was really damaged.

'Who said that her boobs are the size of a child?' Clinton spatted. 

 Hera may be a minor but he knows that her body shape will pass by the age of twenty. She is  not just tall she is stood up to his chest but she has a very nice body, that any man would be arouse, and would want to possess the maiden.

 "S-ir!" Hera didn't know if it was a shout or what. 

She didn't know what to call her  feelings when the professor  seemed to be just a statue while his hands remained clasped to her. 

"Is it okay?" Hera, asked politely again so that she could get away from the young man. Because it was as if something warmed her  the moment his hand touched her skin.

 "You should bought a new one because the hook of your bra is broken," 

Hera was even slightly surprised by the coldness of his professor's voice. She didn't know if it was anger or what. Suddenly, the tone of his speech seemed to change.  Lately, even though his voice was serious, she knew that she seemed to have gotten a little closer to him.  But it's always like that, every time they get a little closer, they suddenly  will only change his behavior as if he doesn't want to talk to her anymore.

 "Wear this," It is simple and cold command to her by the professor. 

Hera looked at the jacket he was wearing earlier. So the professor  just wear a simple white t-shirt now.  His body is so wide that it looks like it can crush you. That is also one of the reasons why she feels nervous every time he approaches her. 

She immediately accepted what he offered to her. After she put it on she looked at the professor. He just stared at her  as he stood still.

 This again, these again are the kinds of stares that are debilitating to her. She didn't know but she seemed to have done something wrong to him again. 

She  was slightly backward, frightened by his appearance.

 "I should leave," he muttered while still looking at her.  His eyes have no emotion. Then he  walked away. 

Hera stared at the receding bulk and noticed that he was carrying a cardboard box.  If she's not mistaken it's a milk carton. 

'Who is that for?' Ah! maybe for him.  Alas, in the darkness of his gaze, even though he drunk all of the milk,  the young man's appearance will not be able to shine. Oops! my bad. Am i being judgmental? 

Hera walked over to the counter because she had nothing more to buy. Then she hailed a taxi to go home. Crossing the road home she suddenly had a headache. Shee wanted to shout because she was in so much pain but because she was just inside the taxi, she hit it by biting her lip. Her vision is starting to blur.

 What she did not expect was that as she approached the disease ,so many vague scenarios successively entered her brain.  

It was so vague that she could not see them well. 

"Didn't I tell you not to come out!" The lady shouted at the child. 

"You are so stubborn that you can now taste severe punishment," The lady added while her yes glazed over, she  hurriedly picked up the belt. 

"M-mommy .... h-u-w*-aahh!" The four -year -old kid, shouted as the lady hit her hard with the belt.

"You are not my  child!" The lady creamed as it successively unleashed its powerful blows of the belt on the four-year-old girl. 

"Pl-e-ase ... mommy -st-op," The child could hardly express her pleas properly because every time she uttered a word, the belt hit her hard. 

"Stoooop!" 

The driver immediately turned his back because of the loud shouting of herpassenger.

 "Ma'am, are you all right?" The driver  asked a worried question. Because he could clearly see the fear in her passenger eyes. 

Hera's heart kept pounding until she reached their house. She was unable to answer the driver earlier for fear she felt that until now was still not gone. Her heart ached and she seemed to be hurt by the sudden entry of that worry into her memory. She doesn't know where they came from. Is she that girl ?. 

The many questions in her mind as she was forced to get to her room because of the soldering she was feeling. 

"BABY are you ok?" Her father asked worriedly as they ate dinner.

 The girl lowered her spoon slightly before shaking her head to her  father. 

The truth of the matter is that she has no appetite. She insists eating just because her dad doesn't like it when she's not eating. 

She wanted to tell what had happened to her before but  she overcome by fear. If that is really what happened in her past, she would prefer not to know it completely. But she also knew that  she would not be able to keep quiet until she  knew everything that had happened to her  before she went into a coma.

 She felt something was missing from her. "I'm fine, Pa," Instead she replied. 

She  didn't usually lie to her father but she didn't want it to bother her anymore. 

But her father was still not silent. "You know you can tell me everything," 

"Later, Pa. I have many questions for you," She replied to her father before looking up at him. At the same time she looked up he was enveloping his father's great fear.

 "D-do you remember—" Her father didn't finish speaking. 

He  swallowed as if afraid of any possible answer to it. Her father  hands also trembled slightly. 

Hera shook her head at her father even though she could not understand why he reacted like that. 

He held his father's hand "Dad, I don't remember anything yet. And whatever happened when I was young, I don't want to remember," Her expression was soft, she said to her father. 

His father shook his head. "I know the time will come when you will remember everything because that's part of your personality. It's only lost a little bit, but your doctor says you'll remember everything too. If it was just me, I don't want you to remember that childhood memories of you,  I don't want you to remember that child.! I just want you to be happy and have no fear of the past. How could I wish you won't remember your childhood memory," Her father cried while still shaking. 

Was it that hard she went through when she was young?  Why did her father seem offended at the thought that she remembered everything?

 Hera had a lot of questions but she couldn't ask her father. His tears were enough for her to say that even if she asked her father, he would not answer. Besides, she  didn't want to hurt his father. If by refraining from remembering everything, his father would be reassured that  she would not ask his father what had happened and what kind of child she was when  she was young. 

"Papa, take a break," She smiled at his father. 

He shook his head while smiling. "I'm going to wash the dishes" 

"I'll do it, Pa," Hera said happily to his father.

 "No, baby. In this house you are the princess, means no households chores for you," The father replied then that she had already begun to shrink. 

The dauggter on the other hand, blushed at what hid father had said. "Papa! I don't know what to do because you don't want to help me. Do you know that my other classmates laugh at me because I don't know anything at all," She said with crossed arms.

 Her ather blinked. "Did you just yelled at your old man?" He  question her child, that  was unbelievable. 

"No!" Hera's answer was angry. Her father babysits her so much that she doesn't know much. 

"Now you are angry with your old man." Her father look so sad that he even pouted his lips. 

Hera immediately felt guilty. "Because, dad,  you're babysitting me too much," 

"Because you are my baby princess," replied the father. 

"And you are the King," she laughed at his father.

 "All right, I'll let you wash the dishes now," Father agreed. 

Hera immediately jumped for joy and hugged her father tightlyg.

 "G'night my King," said Hera . 

The father just ruffled his daughter's hair before kissing him on the forehead. "G'night my baby Princess," 

While washing the dishesz  the girl thought 'In this house her father said she is the Princess and he is the king, but king should have his Queen. 

Where is the Queen?