a punishment
Author: Lev Bodgan
last update2024-11-08 15:42:45

If it was only sent to a private forum containing the extended family, then the body reaction shown would not be this severe. "Hi guys, it's me again. Can you see what this person is doing? Wait, are you sure it's a living entity?" said Norman in a very cheerful voice. 

His feet pointed to the young man who was eating his food in silence, in a deep bow. But unfortunately Norman did not stay silent, together with his sister Amber, he continued to disturb Arkanza's peace in enjoying his food. Amber stepped forward and poured a lot of hot sauce into the plate, making Arkanza's food contaminated with the hot sauce. 

"Come on, eat greedily like livestock, hahaha!" said Amber with her hand pushing Arkanza's head to touch his food with her mouth. 

Then Norman continued to record the scene, Arkanza was forced to eat his food. The sound of sobs and nausea echoed until the food was gone without a trace. 

"Good, eat until finished. Don't waste the food that the chef has worked so hard to make, father has paid a lot for them all. Hahaha!" said Norman again. However, it didn't stop there, it turned out that the amount of sauce that Amber put into Arkan's food made Arkan's stomach constipated and without waiting long Arkanza dashed into the toilet to defecate. 

And that's where his half-brother's attitude got worse, Norman blocked Arkanza from closing the toilet door and made Arkanza embarrassed to death. 

"Why close it? Do it quickly, I want to capture this moment so I can see it again later!" Norman ordered and because Arkanza was always treated badly by Norman, Arkanza gave up. 

"Do it quickly, I'm fed up! It smells in here!" said Amber who turned her face away. 

Arkanza sobbed, but Norman scolded him again not to cry. 

And you know, people have diarrhea because sauce makes defecation sound. And that happened when Arkanza was in puberty, Arkanza whose real soul was an adult man felt that what Arkan's half-brother did was disgusting. 

Like someone who had never been to school. 

As if thrown into a flashback, his hands covered his mouth and not long after Arkanza started vomiting the contents of his stomach. All of it. 

'Haven't I never been picky about food before? Why is it like this!?' thought Arkanza in surprise. 

"Sir, young master, forgive me! Are you okay!?" Albert had caught up and rubbed Arkanza's back to ease the nausea. 

Adam caught up with Arkanza and Adam briefly got an image of his late wife, Arkanza's mother. 

"What are you looking at!? Call the doctor!!" said Arkanza's stepmother in panic. 

The woman glanced at Norman and Amber who looked scared with a sharp gaze. 

Arkanza continued to vomit, even after his stomach was empty and lighter, his stomach still felt nauseous. 

"Albert, come with me." said Adam coldly. 

Albert could only stare pitifully at Arkanza who kept vomiting and then followed the big steps of the great master. 

"It's over, All will definitely be targeted by father again." said Amber half whispering. 

"Let it be, it's his own fault. You already know this poor thing can't eat seafood, aren't they always together?" said Norman indifferently. 

"You guys be quiet, we will talk about this in my room," said Maria Sukamta in a soft tone, almost whispering.

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A long leather object greeted the surface of the younger man's back, his body trembled repeatedly holding back the whip on his back. Albert could only wait until his punishment was over, sacrificing his back for the umpteenth time. 

This was the same punishment, which he got when he made a mistake. And again, the ones who did it were his own mother and father. Because Albert's family had devoted themselves to Arkanza's mother's family for a long time, every time Albert made a mistake, he would be returned to his parents to receive punishment. This had been going on even when his father was still serving his late mother Arkanza. 

After Adam invited him to talk in a private room, Albert could only accept the punishment and was sent home for a while. As a form of atonement. 

"Didn't I tell you !? Just as I was able to breathe a sigh of relief, you're causing trouble again ?!" 

The leather material that hit the surface of his back that had been decorated with red traces, Albert only lowered his head and received the whip from his mother. 

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful." His voice was so steady, even though his body was shocked many times by the whip from his mother. 

His swollen eyes could no longer shed tears, as did his mother who cried silently. This was their family tradition, and could not be changed by anyone. The biggest thing that Albert himself hated, but he was helpless. 

"You always say the same thing!" said the adult man again. 

Fortunately, the men in their family were not allowed to play hands, that's why the mother was the one who judged. The strength of the men was only to protect their masters. Even with tears streaming down her face, Manda continued to whip her son's back. 

"Enough, I can't take it anymore!" After the 100th whip according to age, Manda hugged Albert, wiping his pale face that had closed his eyes. 

Manda looked at her husband's back, "Is this necessary? We are the last Sergei, something like this should be abolished--" 

"Precisely because we are the last, Manda! We are responsible for everything." Adiyaksa interrupted firmly. 

His hands were behind his back, linked, even he also objected but if not like that then their family would continue to live in a curse of despair. 

"Have you forgotten my husband!? What happened to Fyodor!?" 

"Fyodor has calmed down there Manda, don't associate this with a dead person." Adiyaksa said coldly. 

Feeling that arguing with her husband would not end peacefully, Manda gave up and chose to take Albert back to her own room, leaving Adiyaksa alone. 

"If only they hadn't lied, Fyodor wouldn't have taken Manda's life. And how could I forget, but tradition must still be carried out." 

Tess.. 

Tears fell to the ground of the special room, Adiyaksa always cried over the departure of her first son due to the actions of the other Bogdan family. 

"Fortunately that child was the last Bogdan, our suffering will end when the last Bogdan disappears." she muttered again. 

Adiyaksa clenched her fists, since long ago their family had served the Bogdan family and often received bad treatment including her eldest son. 

"I'm sorry, Ally. If you had been born a woman, you wouldn't have had a fate as heavy as this." 

to be continued.

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