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Ryan could not believe that he was talking to seven years old boy as his words were strong, his expression was hard. Certainly, losing his father was something tough to handle that made the boy like a ghost.
He wasn't like frivolous children he had ever seen. He was taking so hard on himself, why?
"I watched his death and I could do nothing, I don't want to see my mother's suffering anymore."
He answered him, looking at the painting on the wall.
Ryan knelt before him, his hand rested on his shoulder, dragged him to his arm as soon as he saw tears in those eyes.
Hugging him, he said, "men can cry sometimes, don't make your heart handle it alone."
Rohan's hand rested around Ryan. He had a nice aura like his father. He let his gulp break out with tears.
"You are a good son. She is proud of having a perfect man like you. What you did for the bagger today was amazing. You will become a perfect leader for your people."
Ryan patted his head.
The night~
Dark was the sky but the twinkling stars and the milky way brought a magnificent screen to the sky. Ryan wore a traditional costume of that region. It was black but had needleworks of palm leaves, on the chest. The palm tree was the emblem of this land, needled on his shoulders and chest.
He was standing on the roof, watching the well-designed courtyard. The valets worked the whole day hardly to make here ready for a sudden marriage. His hair was dressed by his father, a strand was dancing on his forehead. His blue eyes were glinting as if the sky above him. The beautiful roof of the world tonight sounded different, decorated magnificently, magically.
Musicians were playing the reeds, daf, and lute.
"Be safe my loving Luna. This is how I say farewell to our emotions."
Puffing out a deep breath; he looked up, "I thought life would become meaningless without you but, I found many reasons not to give up."
"Who is Luna?"
He turned back, extended his hand for Rohan.
He approached him. Ryan's hand landed on his shoulder.
"I have two cousins, Luna and Elizabeth. We grew up together and I am sure they will be surprised."
In his head, he added, ' what had occurred to my family? Is this how we must snuggle to life?'
"I am sorry that they missed it."
Ryan nodded, he was sorry too.
"Shouldn't you lead your mother to the Shaman?"
"I shall do it, I wanted to know if you are still here."
Ryan giggled, "I won't run away."
Tabbed on his shoulder. The Shaman was the ethereal man, the leader of gods' temples.
"Let's go, I am going to the platform on the hill."
The wedlock ceremony would be held on a hill, between a circle of pillars that already were designed by candles and white laces. In the traditions of this land, the wedding was at night when the stars could lighten up the confederacy among the lads when the energy of stars could surround them, bond them together. It was supposed to be seven days of feasting but Saya didn't want it.
Ryan stepped down and Rohan left to company his mother.
While going to the hill, people poured white petals of flowers on his path, a decent perfume was streaming in the air, it killed the tension and chaos in his heart. Ryan found his father near the steps who was dressed as the rest of the folks. Hira and others were standing there. He was presumed to kiss their hands as they were the elders of his wife. He halted in front of his father, holding his hand he kissed his ring.
Miguel pulled his son to his arm, it wasn't the wedding he imagined for Ryan, he was flaring inwardly. Saya was a perfect woman but these father and son were alone. The rest of their family weren't there and it was tough for both of them.
"I wish the gods lead your way to light and protect you and your new family." Miguel wished.
Ryan closed his eyes and squeezed his eyelids. He told Rohan that it was fine for a man to cry but he couldn't comply with that order.
He left speechless and released his father and kissed the hands that granted him an amazing woman.
He climbed the steps, stopped on the platform among those pillars, and sat on the stone seat that was there. The Shaman was standing there, the white laces were dancing with the breeze.
Back to the mansion, Rohan saw his mother in a white gown. Compared to those stars in the sky, he found no difference.
"Rohan? Why are you standing there?"
His mother asked but he was left mesmerized. Why was everything happening so fast that he barely could endure?
Slowly, he strode ahead. How could he leave her in a bed that he couldn't enter anymore?
Rohan grabbed his mother's hand. She knelt before him, and let him push the lace on her face up.
She kissed her son's forehead.
"Mother, you look like an angel."
"And you are merely the handsome one."
"No, you must see him, he is the most handsome one here. Even people are talking about it."
A grin tugged to his lips but he wrapped it swiftly.
"Rohan, if you don't want this then I will reject."
He shook his head, taking back the lace down. Saya brushed the strand of hair on his forehead to the left side.
"Rise, mother! We are doing this for our people, to save lives."
She obeyed and Rohan reached out his small soft hand. Saya pushed back her tears, proudly steadied her shoulders for having an understanding compassionate son.
They led the way outside and the maidens followed them.
Ryan's head averted to the part that Rohan was bringing his mother. He stood up.
Her dress was a thin but beaded wedding gown, she was glowing. This dress perfectly landed in her carves, already he didn't notice that how well-shaped she was. The gods had illustrated her patiently to rub his sanity.
The light of lanterns and candle torches made the perimeter dreamy. He couldn't even imagine this in daydreams.
His heart began to race up as she stepped up with her son. He couldn't lead his eyes to another point as he was spelled by her, the lace didn't allow him to see beneath but no wonder if she looked like a Muse.
She miraculously entered his life, washed down the burning scars on his heart.
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