IT MR HURTS. COMMANDER!!
CH 81'S. ALFONSO'S CHAOS

Alfonso came home with lethargic steps.

At midnight at the empress's celebration, she took the first time home.

Alfonso clasped the door handle trembling.

Seeing the atmosphere of the pitch-black house alone had already brought a strange feeling within him.

Slowly, Alfonso opened the door of his house.

Her net was again treated to a pitch-black scene just like before Sophia's presence in her life.

His feeling was empty.

Slowly he moved his foot. His breath still inhaled the scent of Sophia's body left behind.

Alfonso immediately stepped his foot into his room. Only the moonlight became the illumination of Alfonso's house.

Without cleaning himself first, Alfonso immediately rested his body. Trying to close your eyes.

As her eyes closed, Sophia's despairing look returned to her memory.

Alfonso turned his body on the restless mattress.

His breath was heavy.

After a long time, he finally fell asleep.

***

Alfonso frowned at the squinting eyes of the sun that hit his face.

Slowly he turned his body back to the glare.

Slowly his eyes opened.

He saw a bright room. Alfonso turned his body to look at the window. It's been very bright.

He could guess it was almost noon

"Why didn't he wake me up" Alfonso said with a perfectly uncollected consciousness

Alfonso growled to go out of the room to see Sophia

"You don't have.." he said hanging on Sophia's favorite chair, there was no makeup as usual. There are only a few packets of colorful cloth.

Alfonso's consciousness was gathered perfectly.

He remembered that his wife was dead. The empty and empty feeling came back to him.

Feeling thirsty, Alfonso went into the kitchen.

Everything in this house reminded her of Sophia.

This kitchen, where Sophia cooks and hums. It is very sad after the owner left.

"Huh this is only a moment. After that I'll get back to being used to it before his presence" alfonso thought

After quenching his thirst, Alfonso returned to his living room.

He looked at each of these packages.

"Whom this belongs to" thought Alfonso

"Is this a gift from the empress for the extermination of the traitor?" inner Alfonso

Alfonso opened the bright red cloth.

There's a picture of a woman on it. Like a picture of a toddler. Very unsightly.

Alfonso opened it slowly.

He found a very beautiful knitted scarf. Alfonso can imagine this will be very warm in winter.

Netra Alfonso accidentally caught some letters here.

Alfonso clarified the tip of the scarf and there was the name "Aunt Ma"

Alfonso's forehead frowned. He took a look at this scarf

"This is made by Sophia" said Alfonso slowly

Alfonso folded back and put the scarf into his package.

Alfonso's hand took the next parcel and opened it there was a head covering containing the name

"Good philips"

he kept opening the next few packs until the last pack.

There are two coats here but different sizes

Coat with exact same color and model.

Alfonso lifted the mantle that he believed was the size of Sophia's body.

There's no name here.

Alfonso felt the palpable mantle without him noticing.

Then he took another coat.

The black coat had a golden yellow thread embroidery inscribed

"My husband, my love"

Alfonso's eyes condensed.

"Even when I hurt you, you can still make this for me" Alfonso said.

Fuck his prestige.

He just wants to cry right now. Her chest is so tight. Breath faltered.

But the more he cried, the more he lost control.

Alfonso was even confused as to what was with him.

His chest was like a big rock. Head stiffens. It's blank! Very empty. He felt the house was too big.

Alfonso, who never cried, now wept for the second time when he lost his Sophia.

"It's stupid" Alfonso said to himself who could not control his cries.

"He deserved it Alfonso" Alfonso recalled to himself.

Alfonso went to prepare to start his activities

It's not spirit. In the royal kitchen, he was alone. Filips has left him.

His hands stirred the tasteless food.

After eating some tasteless bribes, Alfonso again rushed to his house.

He felt very uninspired today

Alfonso decided to rest himself first.

He entered the house again. Her ears were so faint that she heard a humming from the kitchen.

Not knowing what Alfonso was thinking, he excitedly stepped into the kitchen.

But empty. It's just fantasy.

Alfonso returned to the living room. Sweeping over the view hoping to still find Sophia's body here

But all that came up was his increasingly wild imagination spiraling out of control

he looked at the table, he saw a crying Sophia holding the corner of the table as Alfonso wanted to drag her

Seeing that, Alfonso was surprised to get closer

"Don't.don't be like that.you hurt her.. Don't be pulled like that" Alfonso lirih approached the shadow.

But as he tried to grab Sophia, everything disappeared.

He heard a strong cry from behind.

She saw Sophia crying because Alfonso's leg hit her leg

Alfonso came back in a hurry

"What are you doing!!!! He's hurt!!" snapping Alfonso closer

But everything disappeared again.

He looked at the whole corner of the house. For some reason, in her view Sophia more and more

but on all sides of the house there was only torture that was imagined.

Sophia's crying race filled her ears.

Alfonso approached each shadow quickly like an orang-in-waiting

"Don't hurt him!!!"

Alfonso ran back to the other shadow

"Darling, come here, baby. Don't cry there"

Closer and empty, disappeared again.

Alfonso paced back and forth in his house alone regretting all his decisions.

Until the evening, Alfonso only did that all day.

Like a man who loses his sanity because of his treatment and his own decisions.

Alfonso was tired. He swept back this room. The shadow appeared again.

Alfonso is conscious. It was just his imagination that was getting wilder.

"Sophia" said Alfonso again shed tears.

"Why is it so painful" he rubbed his throat by hitting his chest trying to reduce this tightness.

"It was he who left me, all that. Hector left me, my wife and even my best friend" said Alfonso

He leaned his head on Sophia's chair after moving the parcel to the table.

The events of these few days revolved around his head.

Starting from his debates with the filips, Yang said the influence of the emperor's servants was very bad

Alfonso thought about it again. Every word that came out of the servant's mouth was just a trace of Alfonso's obedience to the rule.

Alfonso shook his head

"No!! this is not how the emperor thought" Alfonso's inner memory considering every decision of the emperor always prioritizes the comfort and happiness of Alfonso first.

Even Alfonso disagreed.

Alfonso's distraught. It's lost direction.

If Philip could not fly if not guided by Alfonso, then Alfonso could not run if not guided by the emperor.

Been her role model all this time.

But when the emperor left, he was confused as if he had lost his way.

So Alfonso turned to trust the emperor's servant who he hoped could lead him

but Alfonso only realized. The old man was just running and thinking about the safety of the kingdom alone.

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