Poem

“Flowers bloom like the color of life that radiates the energy of happiness, a few wisps of fragrant leaves seem to support the birth of a handsome prince in the midst of a large family. Thousands of beautiful Goddesses also surrounded him while also feeling boundless happiness.”




“Sounds pretty good. Where did you get that snippet from?” asked Lavelle after hearing Johnny say something without looking at the book in his hand.




They did nothing but drink roselle tea mixed with mint leaves and did some useless activities in the sizable garden beside the splendid Kingdom. Johnny was surprised when he realized Lavelle was praising a poem he had just said.




“I just memorized snippets from my late Mom’s favorite books. Shouldn’t Theo have told you about them?” Johnny asked back.




“What book are you referring to?” Lavelle furrowed her brows in complete confusion.




“Oh my, Theophile. Why don’t you let your future wife get to know our family better?” Johnny glanced at Theophile, who was busy stroking the top of his pet wolf dog’s head.




Theophile sighed, cleaned his hand that had just been stroking his pet’s hair, tucked it in his coat pocket, and walked over to Johnny. “Why should I rush to introduce our family to Lavelle? She’s still young, and of course, she disapproves of being asked to marry so hastily like that… we’re different from her, John. We need a lot of things to make their families believe we’re not kidding. “




Johnny nodded in understanding. “Actually, I’m also worried about Tristan’s relationship with his girlfriend. However, when I came back, I tried to understand Tristan’s girlfriend and your girlfriend were different… Tristan’s girlfriend is an orphan, and Lavelle still has a family.”




Lavelle squeaked in annoyance, and then she ignored the boring conversation by looking at Daniela’s embroidery, which was almost finished while Lavelle was still busy threading the needle. The two of them were busy thinking about their respective worlds, and then Theophile approached Lavelle, also ignoring Johnny. Theophile seemed to feel very guilty for causing such awkwardness between them.




“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you two uncomfortable with each other. But, getting to know each other is very natural for mates. Just forget it. I’ll go out for a bit with Hendery, maybe to go around and hunt partridges or wild horses.” Johnny put down his newspaper and then adjusted the position of his coat, which looked wrinkled from sitting randomly.




“Okay, go ahead.”




“Um… Theophile, you have no intention of taking Lavelle away alone again?” asked Daniela.





“I don’t think so, because without taking her away, I would feel alone with her,” replied Theophile indifferently.




“Please don’t say such ambiguous words, Theophile,” Lavelle said.





“I didn’t say an ambiguous word,” Theophile said with a smile that was so thin and friendly, then he went to grab the needle that Lavelle had been holding and tried to thread the pink wool rope through it. “What do you want to embroider?”





“I don’t know. I don’t have a good idea to think about,” Lavelle said a little coolly.





“I’m sorry about Johnny’s question. Earlier, I know you must be uncomfortable being asked that,” Theophile sucked his lower lip then fiddled with some flannel cloth, who was in front of Lavelle.




Theophile rolled his beautiful eyes once in a while, biting his lower lip, then glanced back at Lavelle, who hadn’t even stabbed the needle. “How about you embroider a rose shape? You like roses, right?”





“That’s a pretty good idea,” Lavelle added quickly.





“Is that true?” asked Theophile, “I’m just suggesting something you might like.”





“Yeah, I think you’re smart enough to win someone’s heart,” said Lavelle, who was now starting to take a charcoal pencil and sketch a five-centimeter diameter rose.





“Isn’t that oversized?” Theophile looked at the picture again.





“Um… I don’t think so.”





“Okay, how about you try to draw two sketches of roses that are smaller than that?” Theophile suggested.





“By the way, Johnny made me curious about the poem he read earlier,” Lavelle said without turning her head.





“Would you like to read it?” asked Theophile then.





Lavelle was stunned. “Don’t you mind?”





“Whatever you want, I won’t mind,” Theophile teased.




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“This book is a collection of poems written by our late Mom, every time she writes quite beautiful poems for us. Each of them was given a special poem, and this poem is a poem that our late Mom will give to Jeffrey, who was born on February 14th,” Theophile said while stirring something in the jar.





“Is that true? I didn’t ask about it. Why are you busy telling me about it,” Lavelle said casually, then drank the drinking water in her glass until it was empty.




“I want to bring a topic between us rather than silence. I should find a topic of conversation,” Theophile said as he cut the red and green peppers and sautéed them in the pan.




“So ....”




“They created the poem as a birthday present for my brother Jeffrey,” continued Theophile, “His cheeks are so adorable, like ripe peaches and red, you’ll be amazed to see him.”




“Where is he?”




“It’s possible at the meeting in the next few weeks he will be back from Romania,” replied Theophile, “Would you like ketchup or chili sauce? Potatoes with cheese?”




“Why do you bother making me an extra breakfast? Don’t you have thousands of maids? You have to ask them to make food that humans normally eat. By the way, why is he in Romania?”




Theophile took a deep breath. “He loves traveling the world. You know, some vampires like wasting their time journeying around the world and doing what they love. They can hypnotize people and ask them to plunge themselves into magma. “




“Absolutely stupid story. By the way, how about you?” asked Lavelle.




They were alone in the kitchen, while Daniela, Mark, and Shotaro were still busy in the front garden with their games, while Lavelle and Theophile were in the kitchen. Theophile intended to make breakfast for Lavelle with his own hands, even though Lavelle had already had breakfast. He did this because a moment ago, Lavelle accidentally stuck the needle into her index finger, which brought them back to the mini kitchen.




“I’m just trying to be a good husband-to-be for you, sweetie,” Theophile answered Lavelle’s question, which seemed frozen.




Lavelle tried to avoid the look in Theophile’s eyes, which made her remember the affairs that happened to the two of them the other day, feeling a little awkward considering how soft Theophile’s lips were when they touched hers. A moment later, Theophile stared at Lavelle’s cornea, which was shivering at the thought of yesterday’s affairs.




“What do you think, huh?” asked Theophile with a slight glance at Lavelle, handing her a plate of breakfast that was still blowing thin smoke.




“Nothing, I was just thinking about how vampires spend their time in vain,” replied Lavelle.




“It’s a very natural thing for vampires. Come on, don’t think about things like that, because I think it’s just going to take a lot of time. You had better eat my food right away. This meal I made with love will be so delicious.”




“Oh my God, why are you so annoying? As the leader of Neo Green Peace, should you be able to tell me everything related to your family? Because as Johnny said....”




“Tsk, don’t think about it... aren’t you afraid to talk about it? I’m too scared to talk about it.” Theophile sighed, then turned his gaze to the large window beside the kitchen, which was covered in silk curtains with a pattern of moon jasmine flowers.




“This looks cool on the outside. Just eat your breakfast and come on. Let’s go outside to meet them.” Theophile tried to change the subject—even though Lavelle didn’t like that trait.




“You always make me think hard. Why do you always do that? Take me to read the poem if you are interested.”




“Um... Whenever you want, I’ll take you to read the book.




“OK.” Lavelle took a fork and knife, and then she cut the omelet made by Theophile.




“How? Is it delicious?” asked Theophile, with very adorable eyes, perfectly round with a beautiful gleam.




Lavelle took a slightly longer breath, then nodded her head quickly without saying a word.





“I’m so glad it suits you, sweetie. Eat well. Next time I’ll cook better food than this. “Theophile stroked the top of Lavelle’s head gently.




“Tomorrow, you don’t have to do that for me. Ask your maids to cook delicious human food,” said Lavelle.




“Hurry up and finish your breakfast, then let’s go somewhere you like,” Theophile interrupted.




Lavelle was silent for a moment, then quickly quickened her chewing tempo to finish Theophile’s extra breakfast. The man did nothing but cup his face with one hand and look at Lavelle, who was busy eating the extra breakfast he made with his own hands.




“You know, on every happy day, my late. Mom always wrote a poem about her feelings, describing every feeling she was feeling.”





“Is that true?” asked Lavelle then.





“I understand you must be curious. That’s why I ask you to go finish your meal, sweetie.”