Keeping Three Husband In Another Life

#9 - When we first met (1)

~ Chapter 9 ~

"My son, Miel, he comes back?" a frail-looking man with eyes red as a ruby, wake himself from the bed when he heard the news. Half of his face covered in blood down to his bed robe, the blood itself have dried up leaving a crusty stain of brown.

As he moved the duvet away, a glimpse of a man's arm that looks cold as winter lays quietly behind it.

"What should I do with that body?" asks the man in his forties to the half-awakened man in front of him.

"He's not dead, patch him up and gave him compensation money like you always do" 

"Yes, will do sir Esme" without any sign of concern to the man on his bed, Esme walks himself to the bath and rinses the remains of the so-called prostitute. The cold water harshly pours down on him, washes away the prove of pleasure he had that night, pinkish complexion slowly surges up behind the crusty brown that hugs his skin, and when all prove of indecency have been wiped from his body he looks himself in the mirror and chuckled.

"You look like shit, Esme" his beautifully carved abs now has gone leaving a flat void that makes him disgust himself even more, he tucks his wet blond hair that covers up his face behind his ears, and look at his reflection once again inside the mirror, folks say the mirrors never lie, it reflected Esme sadness, his dampen ruby eyes are the prove of his broken soul.

"I know I disgust you, but for God sake is it hard for you to send a message about our kid" he detests himself for blindly loving the King, he waits and waits for the King to call him back, but it was all vain, the king heart was never his to begin with. He crouches down when the tears start to falls, how many years has it been since Esme drowns himself with alcohol and prostitute, and since then he has fallen even deeper to an endless pit, he has lost himself.

Miel, a name as sweet as honey has pulled him out from the nightmare he's been living. As he stands up, the memory of his only child starts to plays on his head like a magnetic tape, he takes a deep breath to calm himself before continuing his bath.

Esme took his time to clean his body, once he comes out from his bath the room already been cleaned, the smell of honey and jasmine filled the rooms, his morning tea neatly placed on the tiny table behind the opened windows. 

"Send them a message that I would like to meet Miel," he said to the man from before.

"I'm afraid they would decline your request sir Esme"

"They still believe I'm a danger huh?" he murmurs those words to himself and sits on the comfy chair to sips his morning tea, the deity put her blessing along with a curse, coincidently Esme's curse is jealousy, the easiest to manage they said, just don't fall in love and everything gonna be fine.

"Can I ask this once again, sir Esme?" Esme didn't reply, just nodded his head to the warden that looks at him with worried eyes.

"Did you still love his majesty?" 

"... Sadly, yes" 

"If that the case, it would be hard for me to convince his majesty" Esme let out a little chuckle when he hears the warden said the word -Convince. 

"Did he still think I would turn like a madman if I see them? the proof of his majesty love for other than me" Esme himself is a foolish man that was used by his family, he knows it, but at that time he can't stop his urge to remove the pretty little thing off from his sights.

"I can set up another way"

"... and what is it?"

"As long as master Esme didn't see them, everything would be fine"