Not to mention the mysterious and secretive Valeri surname. The connections that Lyon has are not sufficient to extract more information than about most of the Valeri family living in Estonia in important government positions. The name Valeri as a surname is very rare in Mestonia.
Only those who are mostly politicians with popularity are not exposed but play a crucial role in the Sovereign State of Mestonia. At least Lyon should be careful with Petra. He must not be reckless and behave himself. Missteps can be fatal and tarnish Levi's family name. Lyon could not possibly do that even though he hated the name Levi as his family name.
"But even mom and dad don't seem to mind Petra and how I introduced her to them. If that's the case, maybe Petra is a poor orphan. Should I take Lisa's advice and put the odds aside." sighed Lyon, laying his head on the back of the ivory sofa not far from his bedroom window. Sit there for a while.
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"Ah ... what the hell. We'd better see Petra's attitude alone. There's not enough time to serve Lisa's ridiculous idea, you old witch." babbling Lyon ruffled his hair because of his frustration.
Then Lyon returned to his feet, walked back and forth as he had done earlier. As if with that, Lyon could find an answer to the anxiety he had been feeling. Or because of the bad feeling that he had been ignoring. I have no idea.
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It was late at night, Petra and friends had slept in their respective rooms for a long time and took them to dreamland. Many things that happened this afternoon made Petra sleep poorly. Even Petra had nightmares about it. Weird dream.
In a dream, Petra sees a two-story house painted ivory. Around the house, to the right of the house, there are rows of olive trees as far as the eye can see to the hill behind the house. Meanwhile, on the left side of the house, ivory coconut trees are lined up to the edge of the white sand beach. Beaches with rocks around the shoreline, such as those on the Fatamorgana beach.
Not far from the two-story house there was a field the size of a tennis court overgrown with one foot high weeds. In this clearing, a little girl who is no more than two years old is running after her parents spread out the corners of the field. The little girl was so excited, it was clear from how crunchy she laughed.
However, the joy did not last long. Suddenly, out of nowhere, flames were spreading from the direction of the shoreline. It continued to creep up on the coconut trees and then the ivory yellow house slowly caught fire.
The little girl was crying in her mother's arms. Meanwhile, the father tries to extinguish the fire that is burning their house with a force that Petra can't believe. The man could make fire but it was blue and miraculously the blue flames seemed to be fighting a red fire that was trying to burn the house. Slowly but surely their house could be saved even though there were still small red sparks around the house.
Then, it was the child's mother's turn to stand beside their house. The woman made a drizzle of rain from above the sky. Only the clouds above the house were thick black clouds. Raindrops fell from the cloud without the thunder. Flushed the remains of the burning fire, saving their homes and burning trees.
Gray smoke billowed from the remains of the burning coconut tree trunk, causing the little girl to cry and cough. The little girl was looking for her parents, who suddenly disappeared as if they were swallowed up by the earth.
There, in front of the tiny house that was half burned, the little girl roared for her mother and father. There was only the wind blowing hard in response to the little girl's call. That thing made the little girl cry even louder and sounded sad. Until it made Petra wake up with a muffled scream.
Cold sweat ran all over Petra's body. Panting like running fast. Then, when Petra tried to look around the darkroom. The wall clock said three in the morning. It was too early to wake up but Petra couldn't continue sleeping. The dream shook Petra to the point of making her body shiver with horror.
"Why ... why do I feel that that little child is me?" Petra whispered very softly.
Put Petra's hands on his chest. Still trying to catch his breath and trying to convince himself that it was just a dream, not a part of his past that he can't remember. Finally, the awaited morning arrived. The sun shyly appeared from behind the edge of the blue sea, the view was quite clear from Petra's bedroom window. It's been three hours since Petra busied himself trying to get rid of the anxiety from the nightmare he had last night.
Petra still has one day left to spend with her friends in Lilibel. Petra must be able to put aside last night's nightmare and have fun with Hime, Rita, and Teresa in the beautiful city that Petra first visited.
Spend time on the white sand beach before they return to Metropol and return to study at Metropol High School. Thinking about it made Petra's spirit come back. He didn't want to be bothered by that kind of nightmare again. And, because of that, he must create happy memories with his friends from the time Petra spent with Lyon which was more like hell.
Talking about Lyon, who is currently in the dressing room, wearing the Levi family golf player uniform. The match will start in an hour. Lyon reluctantly stepped out of its long legs to the gathering place of golfers to then be escorted in a special car to today's race-only golf course.
Lyon, who did not feel any enthusiasm for participating in the competition, became even less excited when he found Steven, a super chatty young man Petra's classmate sitting next to him.
"Hey, long time no see. How are you today? Ready to lose to me?" said Steven, smiling his trademark friendly smile at Lyon who immediately turned his head towards the window.
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-TBC-
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