Aster Veren

Aster Veren
Episode 173's



- Kalea


After I finished arguing with the woman, I immediately called the maid to clean the broken cup that was scattered on the floor. And I pulled Aster away from his desk.


"What have you actually done?" I asked while cleaning the red liquid that filled his palm.


Silence, no answer.


"Are you aware of what you're doing?" I asked again to try to get him to talk.


Brak!


The sound of the door opening was quite loud, surprising me who was treating Aster's hand.


"Gee!" Father's voice made me look towards his arrival. I see you look panicked and worried, but why look at me? Shouldn't Dad be worried about Aster who's obviously hurt?


"Miss!" Follow the sound of Hans and Mila who just entered the room. I see both of them look panicked, especially when his gaze is fixed on Aster's hand.


"Gosh, what really happened? Miss ...," muttered Mila while covering her mouth with her right hand.


"I'm fine." Aster replied sounding very flat and it pissed me off. How could he say that he was okay? His hand was clearly injured quite badly.


"Hans call the doctor." Father's word got Hans rushing.


"Good."


"Then, Mila. You replaced Lea to clean the wound." Continue Dad.


"Let me!" I do not want my job taken over. I still want to be with Aster anyway.


"The doctor will arrive in ten minutes, sir." Said Hans after he finished calling the doctor that Dad asked for.


"Everything's done, miss, I say retreat first." Said a servant man I asked to clean the shards of the cup earlier.


"Okay, thank you." Aster said before the maid left, "Mila, please replace Lea. I'd like to talk to Lea about something." The next thing surprised me a little.


"No I–"


"Go, I've been waiting for you." His cut made me look at Father for a glimpse. Then with a heavy heart, I also let Mila replace my duty to clean the wound in Aster's hand.


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"What's really wrong with you guys? Dad said Dad's relationship with Aster is fine, but why don't I see your relationship is okay? What exactly happened? Don't you worry about Aster? His hand was hurt, but Dad took me away from Aster. The father I knew was not like this, the father I knew would never let Aster get hurt, Dad would never leave him alone. I will never make Aster number two, even if I'm busy working. When it comes to Aster, Dad will definitely run straight to him. But now? What am I seeing? You guys don't even say hello to each other." I said at length, absolutely unable to hold back my curiosity any further.


I felt a gust of wind blow through my body quite fiercely, staring at Father's red bead that looked empty for a moment. Even Dad seemed to be thinking about something. And I, I want to cry now for not knowing anything about Aster and Dad. I really am a useless fool.


"Hah~ forgive me Lea ...," Dad murmured after sighing deeply.


Pardon you?


"Me, your father is actually–"


"Sorry sir, there's an incoming call from Mr. Arsel "Uncle Rigel's voice stopped my father's hanging speech. Really frustrate me.


... Aster! My mind goes to meet Aster as soon as I go with Uncle Rigel.


"Miss ...," Mila's voice stopped me from entering Dad's study, where Aster was inside.


"I'm fine, don't worry."


"No! Miss is not okay, please stop lying to yourself. I know this is very difficult for miss, no–"


"Stop saying nonsense." Cut Aster shocked me when I heard that cold remark.


"I don't know if this sounds like nonsense or not to you, but I'm really worried about you. I hope that your memory can return soon so that Miss is not underestimated again by your clients. Then, the most important. If the memory of the master returns, the lady will not suffer any more ..," Mila said to me.


What does it mean Father's memory ... what–Daddy lost memory? Since when?


"But Dad didn't forget me, Dad even looked healthy." Continue muttering.


"Sounds like miss is very curious huh? But it's no good eavesdropping on someone else's conversation quietly." Hans's voice surprised me, I saw that he had shown me a faint smile as I turned to him who was standing next to me.


"Hans?" I muttered while rubbing my chest, trying to shake off my surprise.


"If the lady is indeed curious about the matter of the Veren family at this time. Let's ask Miss Dad, I'm sure Mr. Victor can answer all the questions. Especially lately the news about Mr. Ansel's condition has begun to spread." He gave a proposal.


"News about Dad's condition?" My murmur made Hans return to show me a faint smile.


***


- Esther


I took a deep breath when I remembered the incident this morning. It could be that she broke into the Veren residence while I was busy cleaning up my work. And again, he could have tried to incite me to betray Dad.


Is he stupid? My mind while watching my right hand that had been wrapped in bandages, "i am the more foolish."


Why did I get out of control and hurt my own hand? And what made me even more stupid was when I saw Dad running into the study with his panicked expression.


I thought Dad was worried about me, but when he saw his facial water change when he saw Kalea cleaning my hand. I get it, apparently Dad was more worried about Kalea than he was about me.


"I thought how many times I felt this was unfair. Why did God take my memory away from my life? Why isn't the memory of Kalea all that's lost?" I murmured before biting my lower lip with anxiety.


Though I had forgotten my envy for Kalea, but ever since my father's memory of me was gone and I saw my father close again to Kalea. I felt this useless feeling again.


Yeah, it's useless. Because this feeling made me hate Kalea slowly. Whatever he did made me dislike it. Just like when he cleaned my hand this morning, I didn't like his attention to me. I don't like it when he smiles at me, I don't like when he shows me his worry. I don't like everything.


Why ... Why is he always hanging around Dad? Why did he see me like that this morning? Why would he break into Dad's study when I'm out of control?


"And why did that woman provoke my anger?" I continued to mumble recalling the face of Aunt Ellene's niece who was looking for me this morning.


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