《Zjjan Master》sp03 10, Yaume Mea
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Yaume Mea
Raume awakens and he palms to his eyes. What a weird dream?
Realizing that the blanket is a bit girlish, concludes, it isn't his room. Inhaling an aroma due to someone's newly bath, he likes it though. No! He's attracted. He feels the pain on his chest as he raises to sit. His thorax is covered by bandages.
His eyes swing as he sees some bottles of snake skin soak in the water, along with special maggots around above the table. Among of them are medicines, herbs, and for-operating tools.
He just notices; someone is sobbing and sniffling. He examines to where it is. Wearing half of her attire and selecting some upper dress, a lady in front of the opened cabinet is shaken, and sobbing while she's dressing.
A blood flows from his nose hole, and his finger is wiping it though. “Sai Mea?”
Bell rung to her attention she picks a soft sleeveless and she wears it. She turns around, and her cheeks are full of tears yet she smiles at him. She walks heading to her majesty. “What's happened?” She hugs him tightly.
Ouch! he has yelled inside his mind, but he has a pride and dignity.
“My sister, my little sister, my poor sister has traumatized.” She continues humming while she cleans her nose hole with a handkerchief.
“What— how is it possible? But, what's the cause?” The lady sits at the bed. Shaking her head, she hums. “Tell me! She was just fine the other day!” Sai Mea shakes her head. Raume draws her near and he hugs her. His hand runs down through her hair and he caresses her head. She bursts on crying whereas Ruame becomes more worried. However, friction kindles the warmth that both sides have felt. Hearts are racing fast. “If you won’t say any, I'll investigate it myself. My sister is quite fun of that child you know?”
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“That I’m afraid of! If, if I tell you; you, you won’t hate me right?” She hugs him more tightly.
“How could I hate someone, who is always by my side?” He kisses her hair, made her face flushes.
“No, you’re just taking advantage on me.” Her lips are protruding.
“I’ll do a mean thing, if you won’t open to me.”
She smirks. “Go ahead, and take responsibility, I’m fine if it’s you anyway.”
Troubling to his pride, hiss from his nose, he palms to his eye, he can’t find anything to pursue her to admit. “Come on Sai Mea, I won’t hate you, never…”
“Nah, that won’t satisfy me.” She hides her both lips.
“Come, please, I’ll protect you. I’ll assure you. Even my deepest heart has desired to help you. You’re the only friend that I have; so, please…”
“Really?” —makes him scratches his hair.
“Yeah, sure, of course...”
She settles herself at the chair, near the table. She wipes her tears using a handkerchief. She speaks, “It's your sister…”
“What—” Sting of cold embodies his chest. Lying inside his thought every event that had happened about his yesterday, until he passed out. And he can’t unfold any reason that can accuse his sister as the cause. “Explain everything.”
“You won’t be angry right?”
“I know her well.” He smiles at her. “As I've said, you have me.”
“Let me stir some coffee first.”
In the world that everyone thinks
they are right and know what is right
Please, let's learn to communicate

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