My Bodyguard Knows My Secret
• 25 Chapter 25 •
• _Flashback Off ___ •
“I don't really remember that little incident, thank you for telling me this. This is enough to prove that you know my mother well, my mother really likes to make cakes” –
“Since I worked here, I've never seen your mother. Where is he?” – My question
“Ibuku... I'll tell you, but I hope you can accept this reality” – Lyra replied
“What's up? Wh why? What has happened to him?” – My question
“My mother died 2 years ago”
The deg! My heart is beating fast. The figure of the second mother in my life is now gone, my tears are flowing. My breathing is tight, my intention here is also to meet with him. A lot of things have changed from my past, inevitably I have to accept the change. Lyra's little hand held my arm, trying to calm me down. Instead of feeling calm, I was surprised to see the burns on both hands.
“Lyra, what the hell is this?! What has happened to your hand?!” – My question in a panic tone
“Ah, the... When I wanted to take the photo, my hand was hit by a fire burning things. I'm okay, maybe soon I'll get well. Don't worry, just ignore” – Reply Lyra casually
His calm attitude when injured, was still firmly attached to him. I immediately treated the wound as I could with some of the medicine available here. Although he initially refused, I was forced to sit still.
• _ Lyrandra POV ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ •
I felt amused when both of my hands were held by Alvaro's big hands, I just silently watched him. He would occasionally steal a glance at me, checking my state from the look on my face. But I have gotten used to ignoring the pain in my body, there is no point if I complain about my pain.
Both of my hands were treated and wrapped in bandages, but Alvaro still held my hand faithfully. He tried to equalize our hands and measure his hands with mine, Alvaro chuckled and clasped my hands again.
“First, your hand was bigger than mine. But now, instead” – Alvaro said
“Really? Was I taller than you?” - I asked
“Ehm, maybe. But it's the past, now I'm taller than you. You look like a dwarf in my eyes, Hahahaha!” – Ledek Alvaro
We laughed together, he didn't accept a moment in the past if his body was shorter than mine. Alvaro also told me about him who was very diligent in exercising in order to get past my height, I can imagine how the little Alvaro in the past after seeing our childhood photos.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, then the door opened and a head leaned in. A man was observing the state of affairs in this health room and he found the two of us, he rushed in and walked quickly to me. That man is Sister Carel, I was a little surprised when I saw the look of her face looks agitated and her hands holding both of my shoulders.
“Lyra, quickly hide!” – Carel said
“Why, brother? Brother's face looks restless, what's the matter?” – My question
“Lyra?!” – Shout Someone
We were all shocked when we heard the scream, when we saw an old man standing right at the door of the infirmary. Brother Carel pulled my body so I could stand up and told me to hide behind his back. The old man's appearance was very messy, visible from his clothes to his hair. The situation looks chaotic, what has happened to dad? Both father's eyes were reddened, his gaze was as sharp as a knife and filled with anger. Dad walked quickly inside and his gaze could not be separated from me, as soon as my hair stood up and my body trembled.
“Carel, move! I have to talk to Lyra!” – Jerky Dad
“Pak, hold your emotions!” – Serge Carel
“You have no right to obstruct me! Move aside, I can't help it anymore!!” – Jerk Dad
“I won't – “ – Serge Carel
Jem! The sound of a stab from behind Carel's back, he immediately fell on the floor. Blood began to pour from Brother Carel's stomach, my eyes wide open and I covered my mouth with both hands in shock to see it. My father stabbed him, the blood-stained knife he dropped. Then one of his hands pulled my hair, I rebelled for release. Alvaro didn't stay silent, he was trying to get me off my dad.
But the bodyguards immediately kept Alvaro from approaching me, Alvaro tried to get himself off the handle of the bodyguards. Their numbers grew to fill the health room, at the same time my father pulled my hair and dragged me out of it.
There were several bodyguards standing at the end of the room, I shouted for help at them. But they were silent and looked away, as if they had seen nothing. I continued to rebel, until I came before an iron door. I instantly froze and I felt my body tremble, I didn't want to go in there.
“Dad, I beg you! Don't put me in there! Unhand me! Please, not again! What's my fault?!” – My question in high voice
“I'm tired of you, son of a bitch! You tried to kill me, right?! You won't be able to do that, I'll have to teach you a lesson! Quickly log in!” – Jerky Dad
The door opened, my body was pushed inward until I fell. Dad stepped inside and took off his belt, not forgetting he locked the iron door from the inside. He walked up to me, I cower in fear.
My long hair was pulled back violently and my back was whipped with that belt, accompanied by a rough swearing and swearing aimed at me. Of course I was crying hysterically because of the pain of my father's very loud whip, I wasn't strong anymore.
“Based on a bad boy, what did you take earlier, huh?! Mom's photo?! Forget him, you son of a bitch! I'll burn all the photos, just be careful if you look for your mother's photo again!” – Snapped Dad
Dad hates you so much, I don't know the obvious reason why you hate me so much. All I know is that my father told me to forget my mother, and I never even visited my mother's resting place.
Even though I had forgotten memories, I still tried to remember my forgotten past. But when I try to remember, what arises in my memory is only bad memories and very little I can remember beautiful memories. Including the memory of the mother that I can remember through some photos of our togetherness, but all the photos of the memories have been burned by Dad.
“Please stop, it hurts!” – My complaint
Suddenly the sound of a phone ringing from my father's pants pocket, he immediately stopped whipping me and reached into his pants pocket and immediately answered the phone.