Taciturn

Early morning. Today the clouds seem overcast and the sun is not as bright as it used to be. Raindrops start to wet the earth and soak everything under the sky. Rioting enthusias ran for shelter, including a growing boy. He ran with books used as umbrellas to protect his head from the raindrops that began to turn into torrential rain. The attendant who followed him pulled up at a gazebo near the river. His four skilled hands quickly moved to dry his master's wet clothes.

"Sir, should I call the palace people to take the carriage? It seems to be raining until tonight," says one of the four who feel the need to change his clothes immediately. But a clutch was obtained from the Lord in our line sitting cross-legged and staring at the river. The four servants looked at one another with puzzled, anxious expressions. But then they sat there in the gazebo, enjoying the rain that was no longer able to absorb it quickly.

It's already begun to enter the wet season. A few days ago the rains came in a row making the ground wet and just yesterday the ground began to dry up. Now the rain is back making soil. Many began to use a hanfu cinkrang over a spring and a boot made by mere leather. This kept their feet dry and would not easily slip on the wet ground. Various coats were worn by the cold ward. In the middle of the summer, temperatures seem to disappear by half the summer, making the body feel cold.

"Sir, let me call the palace people to take the carriage," one of the servants said a second time. Their master's white complexion has grown pale without colour due to cold. But stubbornness keeps the servants in a constant state of anxiety. In the end a servant goes running through the raindrops no matter if his little master gets angry and punishes him. All that matters was that his master immediately received help and warmth.

When the train arrived, the boy was willing to go up without a fight. Probably already feeling weak and cold. All the way he looked down at the tightly wrapped book. Things filled her head and made her look even more intently at the blank, brown-colored book because it had been a long time. An old book. He got it from the library in the cottage where he studied with the other noble children.

"Evil papa," and wiped his eyes as tears welled up almost. Instead of tears, she sobbed and cried aloud. The servants who walked around the train were concerned about their late Lord being very quiet. Fourteen years of indolence quickly disappeared from a changed, silent spirit. Everyone knows the changes, but nothing can be done.

At the front of the residence, the teenager stepped off the train and entered the house without saying a word. Servants cannot forbid and prepare hot water for the master's bath, not wanting their Lord to catch a cold. But the water they prepared was useless on a look back at the master already asleep with a poorly fitted change of clothes. Clearly the master is not able to handle the hanfu well because as long as he is born the servants help him.

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"Incompetent! How could she be sick? Surely you did not take good care of her!" that fierce cry filled the house of the wife of the leader of the nebertcher clan when the servants of the son called out regarding the fever that had befallen the single. Resentment and worry made the woman go wide after hitting the table and glaring at the servant in front of her. The closer she got to her son's house she became more and more anxious as she saw the doctors leave their inspection marks.

"Madam," four maid curtsied to the arrival of the lady of the house. Sure to see the rain on his son's yesterday. The chief physician immediately explained regarding Lou Och condition: "the young master has a high fever, due to yesterday's rain. After resting and drinking herbs I'm sure young master will regain his health."

That explanation was enough to let falesia breathe a sigh of relief. Since childhood Lou Och has been unable to survive the cold. Even the rain makes fever, even with snow. Even so, Falesia knows how stubborn a Lou Och can be. The forbidden always wanted to be violated by his only son, especially lately his relationship with papa was quite awkward.

"Forgive mama, Lou..." she muttered as she watched her little son's body covered in a thick cloth, dispelling the cold. As a mother she understood how devastated Lou Och felt when she saw her father snap and even slap him. Not just a tingle of pain on her cheeks, but also her feelings. Not knowing how deeply the pale teenager was wounded when she could not accept a father's earlier order could be broken.

The "Mama..." of the faint, faint youth in the midst of fainting the Falesia dream. The woman looked intently at her son, who had opened his eyes. Falesia bursed around her son, whose body was so hot, revealing his true fear of losing Lou Och. Lou Och notes a smile as mom treats him so gently. Lou Och loved every touch of the mama. Although the woman was always mean and did not want to spoil her, on several occasions it was her mother who was most wanted for warmth.

The physician comes in upon hearing of the waiter -who has previously stood near Falesia-. With the physician's delight approaching, Falesia withdrew to provide room for him. The physician checked on him, and the other physician also came and quickly gave him a drink made from a mixture of herbal concoctions. The potion is a prescription from the oldest physician passed down in a book. That book provides the guide for today's physicians.

"Master Lou Och needs more rest, your majesty," the healer said and lowered deeply. Falesia nodded to allow the four physicians to leave after giving drugs to his son. Falesia dropped his ass on the futon side of Lou Och.

Lou Och complained that his head was woozy with his mama, making Falesia just blink his son to ask him to rest for the pain to ease. Lou Och squirts his lips together like a baby because mama can't fix her headache. Then, exhausted again the teenager fell asleep to let Falesia sit quietly for a moment looking at his son's face.

Chubby cheeks Lou Och began to disappear at any moment, replaced by tyrs that made his heart grimmer. It makes him very uneasy to see his son thin because of the pressure from his husband. For some time his only son was pressured to make him a seemingly different person. In just one night everything changed. The cheerful, wandering Lou Och turned into the quiet, usual Lou Och, who always sat in the hut reading a book with the teacher.

It was good at first. But the more the thought of Falesia heart becomes ill. That's not something his son likes, although it's an obligation, but it's a punishment for Lou Och. Her husband's chilly attitude only added to the aggravation of Lou Och. The youth abruptly avoided his father even with him.

A mother's heart must feel pain watching her flesh run away. On several occasions she presumed to show mercy to the laird who was none other than her husband.

He begged forgiveness for his mistakes even Lou Och. Hoping for a man she loves to give her peace to another man who steals her heart. He was willing to lower his pride for his son.