"Are you sure you'll bring your dog along?"
Roger piped up after what seemed like an eternity of preparation. He only needed to drive, as Abihirt had just had a blood transfusion and as a doctor... there was no permission for his cousin to travel far. After all, Roger was also invited to join in on the family gathering. It wouldn't be too bad to go on a trip, though Abihirt's decision almost went against his principles when it came to doing activities that simply didn't involve pets. Now it took some effort when Abihirt even put Chicao onto his lap. "Are you sure your wife won't be upset by this decision?" Once again, Roger spoke up after being sure Abihirt wouldn't say anything to the previous question. The man was just busy rubbing the dog's fur or perhaps... in a vague way having a conversation so he wouldn't hear anything. Roger did not despair. He glared for an answer. Abihirt would understand him by saying something. "Barbara will not be anPerhaps something wrong had involved the situation between them. Moreau could hardly believe that Gloriya would ask such a question directly. The woman was so inquisitive, while Moreau's only need was to stare at the pair of mother and son before her in turn. How was Abihirt treated when he became a surrogate father? Perhaps Moreau could describe many peculiarities. Sometimes too kind, or even apathetic to the various things that were part of the man's basic demeanor. She almost subconsciously thinned her lips when she then directly said half-knowledge, though it was not entirely true. "Abi is a little complicated. If there isn't anything important, he won't say much. But, so far so good, Auntie," Moreau said after a moment of considering the answer at the back of her throat. Gloriya seemed satisfied with her answer. She smiled broadly, quickly said goodbye and slowly walked out of the kitchen. Froy followed without saying anything important. Moreau didn't ex
Everyone enjoyed Gloriya's birthday party, but only one revealed no interest in getting involved in any of the scenes. Moreau was surprised to learn that Chicao had been brought all the way to the countryside and was now keeping Abihirt company. The man, dressed in a white collared shirt, was rubbing the dog's fur with rapt attention. Perhaps Abihirt had no significant intention of simply being in the middle of a family gathering. In fact, in moment ago, he had tended to shy away, despite Barbara's occasional attempts at persuasion. Now Moreau's attention was slightly distracted when she noticed her mother taking a step closer with a slice of birthday cake in hand. The woman's smile was wide after plopping down on the sofa, right next to Abihirt, though there was barely an enthusiastic reaction to the woman's arrival. Abihirt gave her a brief look, then went back to the business of brushing the dog's fur. "I haven't seen you touch anything in a while. Have some cake, Dar
Moreau hardly ever thought about how she should behave when they were in the same room together. "Because you know I'm getting married." It made no sense. It would take a lot of effort for Moreau not to be completely ignited into an odd feeling. There would be more often than not a desire to avoid this kind of man's attitude; narcissistic; self-confident. How she regretted ever harboring certain feelings and also longed for their relationship to be okay. Gruffly, Moreau blew air out of her lips, then said, "It's none of my business anymore. Whether you get married or not, I don't care and don't want to know anything about your and Lewi's relationship." "Because you're jealous?" The thought in Froy's mind was unbelievably absurd, prompting Moreau to glare again, this time adding a cynical reaction. "I'm not jealous." She replied calmly, but let Froy gather the rest of the man's will. "I believe that you act
Moreau did not understand what kind of purpose Abihirt had when the man told a false statement. Barbara was not looking for her at all. Instead, it was unfair to make accusations out of thin air. Barbara mentioned that she was only seeking attention by deliberately coming over while the woman was talking about something with Gloriya, to which Roger added between them. However, after all... that was a few hours ago. Gloriya's birthday celebrations had even been finalized with most of her stepfather's family having left the countryside. Only a few remained, who had been involved in making preparations from the start. Like her mother who indirectly became part of the family. "Where are you going this afternoon?" There was a beautiful meadow, but Moreau felt no need to answer Barbara's question explicitly. She just stared at the woman for a while before finally summing up the short statement at the top of her head. "I'd like to take a
"Your father is waiting, Chicao." While kneeling, Moreau did not forget to add a light stroke on the top of Chicao's head. The dog's tongue stuck out. Had she been able to reveal a more specific expression, she might have been able to tell that the well-groomed animal was showing excitement. Every now and then, Moreau took the determined action of glancing at a spot over there. It seemed sudden when her stepfather unexpectedly spoke with someone on the other side of the phone. No idea when. It was good that Abihirt would not pay attention to them. Now there would be some leeway until the man's business was done. Moreau was soon walking fast, half running, letting Chicao catch up with her and they stopped at the edge of the lake. There were no ripples in the water. It was a completely still surface, refracting the remaining shadows of the skyline along with the leaves of the large trees. "We'll stay here, Chicao." Patting the surfac
"Where is the bracelet Abi gave you?" Barbara's question was the most surprising part of Moreau's day as she still faced the need to wash the dishes. Never having realized that the woman would observe the details of her body, to the point of asking questions, she herself did not know when the chain bracelet Abihirt had given her disappeared from civilization. Perhaps it was during times when Moreau was doing heavy work, which always involved hand movements, or perhaps she was too careless to simply keep something on her wrist. Not knowing if the man would be angry if she told him this, because Abihirt didn't seem to have any serious interest in talking, making contact, etc. to anyone he met, even during dinner. Blinking. Moreau tried to remember the last time she realized the bracelet the man had given her was still on her hand. However, no matter how far she tried. It seemed too impossible to find any clues. There was nothing left from all the effort of searching
"Moreau, can I ask you a favor?" Gloriya came in carrying a piece of cloth folded in her arms. The woman looked hurried as she moved her lips again, then said something, "Froy asked me to bring him a dry towel. Can you do this for me?" How could she refuse? Moreau looked at the woman skeptically, but lacked the full courage to lay out what she was sure was not the best part of meeting Froy at a time like this. Similarly, this was no surprise. Froy swimming past nine in the evening was a habit Moreau had always recognized. "Why me, Auntie?" At first, she cautiously asked the question. Gloriya had her own conclusions, it shouldn't be difficult if the woman finally spelled out an answer. A faint smile had emphasized the situation between them, something that made Moreau wait with a sense of tension, but it wouldn't rule for too long when Gloriya moved her lips faintly. "I have to take a call from my friend. Asking your mother for help... I don't thi
"I know you will always have my best interests at heart." Froy's voice was punctuated by a ragged breath. The man's lips were half-open, looking slick under the light. Occasionally, the same wet fingers moved the remaining hair in front of his forehead back. Fortunately, it did not test Moreau's ability to restrain hersf. She was not interested. Completely reluctant to think even a little about their irrelevant business. Froy was far too confident for the man to take her actions as serious business. "I'm here because of your mother," Moreau emphasized, so the man would know and not try to make a futile approach. She intended to leave this place as soon as possible. Leaving behind a conversation that would trap her between complicated choices. "You're in a hurry." Suddenly, Froy said that. It should not have stopped Moreau if the man had not accidentally created another sound. Splashing water. She turned away and sure enough... suddenly a splash landed direct