The Prince and The Shepherd

The Roar

The roar of the neighboring motorized vehicles is so noisy, like old machines, product of the Second World War, perhaps. His patience is almost gone. Noisy! noisy....

When the deafening sound disappeared because the owner had left, now it has been replaced by pop music mixed with rock and metal, ouch! gee ...geez this is as bad as the sound glitch before!

Then there's that shrill of the fat widow's voice again! sing ,sing abysmally .. all right! Anwell was whistling to avoid himself being more upset by all that ..what else do you want ..ok ok .sounds of a spouse or cat and dog fighting !? Uh ...

Close both your ears tightly together with your cheeks pressed against the wall as if he wants to hear anything nomore, those who are screaming and yelling all the time so that the eardrums burst! ..uh ..don't! It will be big loss! but damn it !

Kissing the ends of his hair, before tying it back. Once again he saw his own reflection in the mirror, stroking the lines of his freshly shaved sideburns for a moment.

He whistled ... any time has come to go! Finished locking the suitcase, comb the hair again..groom the eyebrows..go back to the hair..tied up..it's longish but , liked it , he knows he is handsome with or without it ..

" Young master, call from madam.." his maid offered the phone receiver .He was frowned after locking the bedroom door. Mama still likes to keep the house phone so she knows who he is friends with. He dragged his steps faster.

" I must go now. l don't have time " flatly he responded ,while giving her amount of money. Take care of yourself and this house during l ' am gone , Limy "

The simple look of confusion blended with obedience of the maid made her just nodding her head even did not understand why Anwell didn't want to answer the phone and suddenly was in a hurry to leave.

" What should l tell madam ? I have told her that you are in "

" Tell her ...just say things as you like.I really don't have time .Bye .Take care "

He hurriedly walked towards the waiting taxi in front of the house gate .

" To the Port ! "

He knocked the mahogany door for the fifth time .Still no answer . He sighed.

sweat dripped down his forehead. how quiet the house was. a turkey walking in the yard with his fat and heavy body. can't turkeys fly? the wings look big and heavy..yes definitely can't

if the animal could be talked to, you could ask it...he went around looking for people who knew he could be asked, ah, there was no one but butterflies fluttering between the shrubs and at the height of the birds flying.soil, and tree branches.a month ago he told Raven that he would come to the small town to reminisce about their childhood as neighbors and cousin.

that time he greeted with warmth and overflowingjoy from an old friend. must miss him, his name is also a childhood friend. but why is it like this? raven must be there and welcome him!

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He unsteadily walked to the dusty and rickety wooden chair in the corner of the terrace with the broken floor. He sat and stared at it all.this house is just about to collapse. shabby and old.

an old pot stands on a table filled with dry and withered red carnation leaves and flowers. for a moment I massage my forehead. why is he so stupid?

That thing should explain everything. Raven has a female friend who she likes very much and loves red carnations so much that she often puts those flowers to make her happy when she visits or she brings them herself.

he once told me, "he liked the flower so much, he called himself a red carnation so I called him that n haahha.. forgot his real name

well, then he didn't replace it with a fresh one since weeks before so where the hell was that guy? Anwell's journey was quite tiring. The warm welcome he imagined was the wasn't there!

He missed that back patting and worry look and a mute or hidden pain on his face whenever Anwell said anything he wanted to say .. mockery,humiliation or whatever.

Could he write a small message on a little piece of paper saying he was there for an hour or so then put it under the pot ?

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He was lazy to do it but Raven must know that he had visited him and felt guilty that he wasn't there for him .

Too late to come back home.Better off staying at an inn, motel for the night .There must be girls there ! At least the receptionist..uh .. hopefully would be a pretty girl !

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Limy widened her mouth seeing him at the doorway .He didn't care , he just let her took his stuff then he fell himself on the sofa faced down ,releasing his tiredness.

Anyway,she won't ever dare to ask him anything even he told her he would have vacation on the moon and at the same day he was home again .Changing vibes and money make ones easy to move here and there!

" Would you like to drink something, young master ? "

Half closed eyes , " Water "

At a second she brought a bottle of cold water .

" Bring me the German newspaper, Limy "

Lazily he took the thing he asked and stopped her leaving the room .

" What did you say to mama yesterday?"

" I told her that you had just gone "

" Good . Did you hear her grumble ?"

" No , Madam said she would call again ..uh ..l mean she asked you to call her back if you back home "

" Any other calls ?"

" There was ...from ...here you are ...l note down the names ...they just want you to know they called ,but no messages ...some of them even did not leave their names "

Anwell smirked, he thought none will leave their complete messages to a maid . They must have thought that maids must be stupid. Actually none knows who were the ones !

But he thought girls were ok to be brainless, as long as they were nice to look at .

The maid thought ," Young age plus money make him reckless " when she saw Anwell walking to and fro before dialing a phone number .

After seeing some ads on the German newspaper, he planned to go seeing a concert there . Why in Germany? In his own state city center there would always be things like that. What the heck ! He just wanted to see in Germany that week, full stop. .

But at the day after,Limy found Anwell didn't go anywhere." He might have changed his mind again , " she thought.No wonder .

Nightmare made Anwell cancelled his plan to go .

The lonely ship was sailing on the moving grey waves of the sea surface.Was he just escaping from a serial killer ? He saw several people helplessly doing nothing to stop the devilish witch with red blood in her entire eyes and so under her skin . Her sharp knife was hungry again !

He sat still at the edge of the bed , it's not entirely about the bad dream ...but why the face of the witch in the dream really looked like

Raven ' s little sister?

O, my .....o ,my ..!!!!!

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