2024-11-05 16:16:03The bead opened slowly with the room dark, the moonlight being the only illumination. he hands held his head, which felt dizzy.
he beady eyes wandered, finding Albert the faithful servant asleep in a sitting position.
"I think I'm dehydrated," Arkanza said, his gaze falling to a tablet on the nightstand.
The slender fingers grabbed the rectangular object and began fiddling with a screen, the face detector being the key to unlocking it.
"Face detection huh, hm let's see what we can find here." he muttered.
His gaze began to trace, from the time to the note icon on the front display.
"Other than the name, there's nothing..., hold on. What is this?"
That's the gallery, Arkanza observed the portrait taken along with the date of the photo.
"Why do I feel something is wrong?" he muttered again.
Because the obsolete tablet had been in use for too long, the back end had overheated and crashed.
"Who can use an obsolete object like this, doesn't he love his life?" he muttered again.
A note opened due to the overhead on the electronic device, and that's where his bead was perfectly aligned.
"Diary... Digital... "
Arkanza blinked, he couldnt digest. his chest felt tight, his stomach was in knots, "What the hell is this!?"
Arkanza painstakingly read each sentence, but the images in he brain became more and more real. Until the note directed his to a small book on the nightstand.
"Sunny weather, October 18, writing made with greater pressure until it penetrates the sheet behind it. And...."
his fingers traced each of the words created there, until his bead was seized by a smudge of smudged ink."Like drops of water, leaking?"
The tone of her voice asked to no one in particular, the head snapped up.
"It's a pretty cozy house, how could it leak. That means there's only one source." Arkanza added in a probing tone.
"This boy, he's crying."
he stared for a long time, each sheet beginning to thin until a voice interrupted his activities.
"Young master, are you awake? I overslept..." Albert half-asked.
Hearing this, Arkanza suddenly put his diary and tablet back in its original place, his eyes closed again, calmly Arkanza watched the faint sound of steps from Albert and not long after that the room was lit up with dazzling lights.
"Ughh, who turned on the lights? So dazzling..." Arkanza whispered.
"Ah I'm sorry sir, I thought you were awake!!! Sorry!"
Arkanza was again shocked by the servant's behavior, why was he so stiff and looked scared of him.
"Did my voice frighten you? I was just a little startled, oh yes! How long have I been asleep?" Arkanza said distractedly.
Hearing the master's words, Albert ventured to approach Arkanza's bed.
"Master, I was so worried when you contacted me! Huhuhu! Especially when I arrived, you were with Miss Lilian. I've never seen you that close to a woman before because of that incident-I mean I'm glad you've come to your senses! Huhuhu!"
Arkanza could only sigh resignedly with Albert's explanation, he could clearly remember if the man was so overprotective of his and seemed excessive. But the last sentence made the 30th soul man interested, 'incident? What does that mean?' he thought.
"So what are you feeling now? Do you need to relieve yourself? Do you want to take a shower? Or do you feel pain in any part of your body? Just tell me sir!" Albert added with no less excitement.
Arkanza paused, "Uhm, I want to eat something."
His hand rubbed his stomach which felt so empty, he just remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since he realized he was in the body of the poor young man he was occupying.
Albert looked changed, which made Arkanza raise one eyebrow.
"What's wrong, are we out of food?" Arkanza asked probingly.
Albert shook his head weakly, "Ladies and gentlemen, they've gone home. I mean, they came home just as the news of your collapse at school reached their ears.
He struggled to keep a sly grin from etched on his face, making Arkanza clear her throat.
"So what? It's not that good, I haven't seen them in a long time. Let me greet them and eat together."Bu-but sir!"
Albert looked worried but Arkanza's next step made Albert more surprised as the man who was still so limp almost fell down due to unsteady balance.
"Are you alright? Did I bring food to the room like usual?" Albert said in a worried tone.
his body already being carried by the servant, Arkanza again babbled. 'As usual, huh?' he thought. his face was covered with bangs due to the dizziness that stopped by her head. Making his expression faint for a moment.
"No, All. I miss them, let me eat with them. You please help me prepare myself..."
Arkanza made his voice sound soft and desperate, making Albert feel that the awkwardness of the past few days had disappeared and returned his young master back, making his heart also broken but there was relief there.
"Yes, sir!" he said firmly and sat Arkanza on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, he began sorting out clothes, preparing water and washing Arkanza's body with a wet towel.
Albert himself spent half of his life with Arkanza, giving up all his dreams to fulfill his obligations. Well, at first Albert was not willing, he hated Arkanza. But gradually he understood, if being an Arkanza was also not an easy matter. Learning basic manners and other basics, learning medicine, treatment and defense, and that's just to be a servant of a child who is not wanted by his family.
Albert's family had been serving Arkanza's family for decades, but not all.
Albert painstakingly helped Arkanza prepare, "If you look, they are probably still enjoying the meal. That means there is still time, if not then the kitchen boys must have prepared a meal for the master."
It was just a murmur, but Arkanza understood how seriously Albert took it all.
. Dining Room...Silent, there was only the gentle sound of spoons and forks. With several waiters standing behind, a man in his 50s stared down the aisle with fork and spoon in hand, unaware that the woman on the right side of his seat was also looking at him worriedly.
"Honey, what are you looking at? Is the food not good?" said the woman who was adorned with thin wrinkles on her face, while beside the woman was a young couple.
"He won't come out, I heard she fainted at school. What a nuisance." muttered the young man.
"Keep your voice down, he's still our brother. More so papa's legitimate child," said the woman who was quite good at reading the atmosphere.
The woman, the mother of the two, glanced sarcastically and gave the eye code to stop arguing, her bead looking back at the adult man.
"Honey, don't you eat the food? It'll get cold--"
Her words were interrupted by a faint voice.
"You guys ate without waiting for me? No one even looked in my room, hahaha!"
And Arkanza's voice successfully made his father turn to him.
"Good evening daddy, did I interrupt your dinner?" he said, giving Albert the code to release his grip on his arm.
The man called Daddy sighed, not a sigh to hold back emotions, no. A sigh of relief. A sigh of relief.
"Your mouth is the same as before, like an uneducated person."
And as the man looked down at his food and began to fiddle with his cutlery, Albert stepped forward to pull out a chair to make it easier for Arkanza to sit right beside his father's left.
While the three people in front of him grew more and more cynical, Arkanza just blinked innocently.
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