Red Wine And The Butterfly Love Story
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Red Wine And The Butterfly Love Story
‘Red wine is the best at night but is it bad to drink red wine with a plate of sausage omelet with ground black pepper in the morning? Of course, it’s like a butterfly flying at night. A little strange however, it always has its own meaning.’
“A little toast with chicken meat stuffed cooked with oriental spices with the addition of a little creamer in the omelet,” said Jeffrey as he put the food he had just cooked on the dining table.
“It looks so delicious,” said Lavelle with a gleam on her face.
“Of course it’s going to be a good dish because I made it with passion,” Jeffrey chimed in, then the man with a hundred and eighty-five centimeters and charming dimples glanced at Theophile with a look that was hard to define. “Theo, are you really healed? You still look a little pale.”
“I’m completely healed, what are you worried about?” asked Theophile then.
Although this morning he didn’t seem to have recovered enough from his condition, he insisted on going down and having breakfast with his brothers who were also waiting for him to come to the dinner table and plan to build the city for the future again. After the attack from Vanyacia which brought many disasters for the safe and peaceful Neo Green Peace. Lavelle can only follow the request of her future husband gracefully because she also knows nothing for the good of Neo Green Peace.
“We have done well with the allocation of funds, the best architects from Neo Green Peace have also worked hard now to build and improve the city. I also added some public libraries.” Jonathan said without looking at Theophile because he was busy pouring some barbecue sauce on his sandwich.
“Well, so that’s your resolution for the next few days? That’s very good, I totally agree if you build a public library, and I think that Lavelle and Mark will head the public library,” Theophile replied.
Mark choked when he just put in a fairly large sandwich, Johnny shook his head and handed Mark a glass of watermelon juice.
“This little brother of yours often chokes and gets shocked, you can be more careful he doesn’t died for nothing like that,” Dyovacko quipped.
“Vampires who die from choking sound more terrible than vampires who die because their fangs are stuck in the shoulder blades of the prey,” added Hendery, holding back a little laugh.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” Mark asked “This is really surprising, I don’t know why Theophile pointed me too because I thought Lavelle was better than me, this is weird, Yo.”
“Aren’t you feeling great?” Jeffrey asked.
“I don’t feel that great,” Mark replied quickly. “Come on, you know I’m very reluctant to go back to making—“
“The last time you wrote a poem was a few weeks ago in your social media story, right?” Lavelle cut in, “I’m also not as great as you think because I am a writer who is not good at writing poetry.”
“But, I heard you just launched a new novel… uhm… no I mean, you’re going to launch a novel series and it’s about vampires?” Johnny asked Lavelle slightly squinting his eyes.
“That is cool! Are you inspired from us?” Javin with a distinctive smile immediately responded to Johnny’s statement.
“So uhm ... actually I was just inspired and I haven’t made it,” Lavelle replied awkwardly.
Theophile chuckled, then took a sip of coffee specially made by Lavelle with pure coffee extract crushed with the best technology, an amused laugh when he realized Lavelle’s awkwardness in front of Theophile’s other brothers. He understood that at that time Lavelle really didn’t know what to say when his siblings were bombarding h with such questions.
“Don’t ask so much, do you want to be scolded by Big Brother Theophile?” asked Dyovacko.
“Shut up, Dyovacko. You’re chirping like a sparrow, how about the dress you ordered?” Theophile chuckled.
“The four luxurious dresses will be ready on Thursday,” Dyovacko replied.
“I'm quite happy to hear that,” Theophile replied then glanced at Lavelle.
***
Several things made Theophile decide to go around town in a chariot decorated with thousands of beautiful diamonds and precious stones, he was not alone. Theophile, Lavelle, Christelle, and Johnny as impromptu tour guides. They decided to tour the city at once to see the progress of the city’s development, and everything went smoothly.
Several building foundations have been made, the best materials have been ordered, and experienced workers have participated. Theophile was so happy when he saw this, he understood that the people were still loyal to the shelter of the region.
“I really like this new building,” Lavelle mumbled when she found a building wrapped in several kinds of colorful flower vines that were still in bloom.
“Yeah, it’s a salon. The best spa place here,” said Johnny.
“Hm… really?” asked Lavelle a little surprised. “There’s a salon as big and beautiful as this here?”
“Of course, but I haven’t found anyone who is truly an expert in the field of beauty other than Dyovacko,” said Johnny.
“If you don’t mind I can help you guys, because before I got married I was a tester for a beauty product,” Christelle said later.
With a little surprise Lavelle laughed and glanced at Christelle who looked so beaming at the moment, looking a little disbelieving that before Christelle met Martian Christelle's life was very colorful and it might seem that it would be better if Christelle didn't marry Martian.
“Oh my gosh, Mom. Why didn’t you ever say that you worked as—“
“You’ve never used beauty products anyway, honey,” Christelle interrupted.
“Hmm… but I can offer you a good job so you don’t always get bullied by that soon of a b***h, UPS.” Lavelle quickly covered her mouth when she realized she was doing something disgraceful in public.
Theophile just smiled faintly without saying anything, then he took Lavelle's hand and held it tightly.
“Lavelle, I know this is a mistake that you probably won’t be able to forgive but, even so… Martian is your father, you can hate him and it’s your choice but, you shouldn’t drop your self esteem down in front of many people."
- Writer
