Neglectful

Days passed. The song of birds out there sounded so refreshing to the ears. For Falesia morning is the most beautiful time to enjoy life. Looking for some real enjoyment. However, this morning is different. His son still looked feverish until this morning.

"Papa."

"Papa."

The stir made Falesia weep. At a time like this she wishes he would return to his old ways, to spoil Lou och and give her a little brotherly affection. Letting the task lie dormant for a while only to hold the ailing brat.

But she was even sent out of her room last night by Austin. The man recklessly said he would marry a younger woman from Falesia, if Falesia continued to interfere with his life. Even a dog doesn't chase away its mate in the middle of a barking. Austin straight.

"Honey, mama's here," says the soft Falesia. He stroked Lou Och tanned mane, providing a warm and safe taste for his son. Before long the honey eyes blinked open. The look of sayu makes alesia feel even sadder. Couldn't the gods take it away from him, he was so tormented to see his son sick.

"Mom, where's dad?" Lou Och asked in her clammy voice. He missed her dad all night. Usually when she was sick, papa would carry her around the palace and sing her a song. A song that sounded nice and made him feel calm. Drowsiness always came when her father started singing the song.

"He at work honey, I will be there shortly after I finish," replied Falesia understanding. He could not have hurt his son by telling him that his father had not cared for the pain Lou Och had suffered. Lou Och seemed saddened to hear that her father was still busy working, "now Lou Och must eat, dear," persuaded Falesia.

The attendant came walking down on his knees with half a stoop handing him a tray of breakfast for the son of the kingdom. Lou Och quickly shook his head on a tray with a bowl of viscous fluid in his hand. That would be the cure and Lou Och wouldn't take the cure. The other servants gave a bowl of porridge to their queen.

The elegant woman commented on a smile as her son veered off the breakfast that had already been in his hand. She then began to stir the porridge in her hands, making it seem more mixed. Lou och turned his back on the mom. He doesn't like to eat raw foods like that, his taste is meat or chicken.

"Lou Och knows why sick people are always given porridge to eat?" said Falesia let his son slowly turn his head back to him. He no longer bribed porridge to Lou Och. Her hands were still busy stirring the porridge, letting her son make a sound.

"Why, Mama?" Lou Och asked the mother. Falesia smiled pleased that the son had completely followed his plan. She raised her face to look at her son's sweet face who always made her want to pinch those cheeks.

"Because when the porridge enters the body, they blend in with the source of the disease. Then lock them up and string them together by tying them together. You know how sticky rice can be, it makes the illness never move. Once it wedges, you have to remove it. How? How? By taking medicine. The drug can spread the disease out of the body," explains falesia. Lou Och mopped in doubt on Falesia explanation. Is that what it is?

"Mama's lying?" Lou Och asked.

"Lou Och would just have to learn more to get the lay of the land. Now that Lou Och wants to get well by eating porridge and taking medicine or not going to get well?" Falesia makes his son seem to think before answering. Falesia noted his smile the wider the time Lou Och nodded fractured. Immediately she spooned her son with a spoon of porridge, not letting him change his mind.

Lou Och ate the porridge that mama fed him. He couldn't resist the bribe because his mama looked at him like she was going to shoot him in the head. So, he eats because he has to and then he eats it down to the last bite. The real danger is after eating porridge, taking medicine. That purple fluid clearly gave her heart a beating.

"Can Lou och not drink it, ma?" Lou och's great-grandson felt afraid to drink the liquid. The teen frowned when she answered a resignation. Hesitantly his hand stretched out to take over a cup of herbal drink and then swung it into his mouth.

Her eyes were tightly shut as the solution began to flow down her throat. Each passing through the purple solution turned into a bitter taste that dulled the sense of taste. Her face had already shown the unsavory taste of the medicus. Falesia was able to stroke only her son's gentle mane. Trying to give you comfort and misery.

"Drink this, dear," falesia orders a cup of water. Lou och picked it up without dragging around. Gulped down the drinking water of his tawdry tried to wash his bitter mouth. Falesia put down the drinking cup Lou och and then let the two of the servants retire.

"Rest, Lou och will get well soon," says falesia, which leads Lou och back to bed. The teenager lies down and looks down at his mama. He was saddened to see her face worn out, no doubt because she was ill.

"Can Lou Och not drink it, ma?" Lou Och great-grandson felt afraid to drink the liquid. The teen frowned when she answered a resignation. Hesitantly his hand stretched out to take over a cup of herbal drink and then swung it into his mouth.

Her eyes were tightly shut as the solution began to flow down her throat. Each passing through the purple solution turned into a bitter taste that dulled the sense of taste. Her face had already shown the unsavory taste of the medicus. Falesia was able to stroke only her son's gentle mane. Trying to give you comfort and misery.

"Drink this, dear," Falesia orders a cup of water. Lou Och picked it up without dragging around. Gulped down the drinking water of his tawdry tried to wash his bitter mouth. Falesia put down the drinking cup Lou Och and then let the two of the servants retire.

"Rest, Lou och will get well soon," says Falesia, which leads Lou Och back to bed. The teenager lies down and looks down at his mama. He was saddened to see her face worn out, no doubt because she was ill.

"Mother lay down beside Lou Och," Lou Och pleaded, and unseat her body, giving the woman room to lie down. Falesia nodded and rose onto the cot, lying face his son and stroking Lou Och on the cheek. The youth closes his eyes as mother's thumb touches her cheek and taps it gently, feeling comfort in each touch.

No drowsiness soon overtook them both. Falesia fell asleep the first time, and soon Lou Och fell asleep. Letting his body be taken over by his consciousness and his mind began wandering around in dreams.

Without them knowing it, a man stood still staring at the two of them from outside the room. Looking at his wife and son sharing warmth on the futon. He reviewed a smile and then turned away to his workshop in the building next to his son's. He deliberately constructed the building in which the son resides close to his place of work, in order to watch him from his office window. The teenager, however, remained on the prowl and was unable to catch it in his vision.

He sat in his study, reselecting grappling with the piles of reports from various areas in his clan. He began to read the scrolls one by one and began to finish them without any difficulty. The only problem was his mind remaining fixed on his memory of his son's face. His long, beady face turned into a thin set of panda eyesbags.

It cannot bear to see his son in such pain, yet the insistence of the oldest in the clan makes him unable to indulge him for long. He must immediately ask him to study and study. The future of nebertcher is in the hands of the son. If he turns 15 he doesn't have enough knowledge, then he won't be considered an heir to power.

There are ministers out there who are nailing their sons sitting in front of a teacher to gain great knowledge. They raced to present their sons to the best in front of the people. They targeted the voice of the people to support their son so that he could sit on the throne.

It is not he who craves power. But once the Nebertcher fell into the hands of not one blood, the first rule of the predecessors was broken. Austin did not want his predecessors to punish him for his sins that had not educated his son to be a leader. He would not accept the mortal sin until it was exhausted.