Tales from the Former Universe

2. The First Day

Royyega had all her bags prepared for the first day of the very gloomy school in town, while Walbode sat on the couch awaiting her readiness as he watched news updates of technology on the TV, calling most "hogwash."

As Royyega walked out of her room, fragile for her dear life.

"You are ready," Walbode said. "The direction, you still remember not?"

"I know where I must go, Grandpa Walbode," Royyega said. "A tracker, you intend to put on me now."

"No—rather, I left a word with the teacher to immediately report me of any absence," Walbode keenly unveiled.

"Inquire benignly and properly if I may, but certain, are you of some school in town to be that contentious with a report," Royyega wondered.

"Dear Royyega, trust, I really hope from you," Walbode prodded. "Seek delight and interest, I sincerely expect from you," he said. "Please, Royyega. Because absence, someday I will be in effect, for one day, you'll need to be your own, your great own. Understood?"

She blatantly responded, "Fine," as she left numbly to comply to reduce her grandfather's excessive worries about her.

Meanwhile, in Merginesia, a country in the Atlantic, Hwillfyrd just signed his future with his lawyers and his building inspector, for the very opening of his business, Yeastyotic.

"Do you Hwillfyrd, accept the completion of this newly built business establishment: Yeastyotic, to recognize and comply with standards and safety requirements, for the betterment of the city of Gordo?" the building inspector stated.

Recent undergraduate Hwillfyrd did not hesitate nor initiate with a breath, to express his eagerness for the future, "Yes."

The blue ribbon was then cut with the ceremonial scissors, and his very first and few employees congratulated and celebrated the opening of Yeastyotic, in spite that Hwillfyrd had expected any of his family to attend, all but one that he was at least not.

Lepille was compassionately tidying Hwillfyrd's room with smiles and pride for him, despite that she wasn't able to see it.

Doiana knocked on the door.

"Dinner is ready; company, I'd love to have," she said.

"Be there soon," Lepille said.

After making sure of having Hwillfyrd's room filled with brightness and the love of his mother, she then joined Doiana for the family dinner in the mansion, as the busy men were still in the city attending to their work commitments.

"Apologies, stock of coffee, we seemed to run out. Would you like Tea instead, Madame Lepille?"

Lepille devotedly stated, "I am fine with anything this family shares."

As she was served sour Merginesian tea, and had lunch early.

"10 years, I am glad you have been with this family," Doiana expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, Mrs. Doiana," Lepille thanked.

After that, Doiana spoke what she intended to say, "You are a great and compassionate, woman, madame. From that... a great mother, I sincerely know you would make of Hwillfyrd."

"Thank you, Mrs. Doiana. A kind and sturdy housewoman, you have been building the family and me," she thanked. "But... uncertain, I am of my son seeing it that way."

"I know he will," Doiana said. "Our Gouver married you for a reason," "And a great one, I now understand and perceived well of our Gouver, my nephew, see of you."