I Would Kick Her Down Like This...

Source: flyermaker

“Is that all you can pull up, lazy bones?!” the farm supervisor yelled at Alan.

The latter paid no attention to the man as he tried his best in gathering the weeds he had uprooted from the fields. All because of the meagre amount they agreed he'd be paid. He has no choice anyways, he can't starve.
A heavy force pushed him down as he looked up and realized he'd been pushed down by the supervisor. He threw him a hostile gaze. Why he was picking on him, he couldn't understand; he was clearly not only the labourer working on the field.

“What are you looking at? Get yourself working. The king's daughter is here. If you like, misbehave and she won't hesitate to throw you out of her father's farm”.
The supervisor harrumphed again.

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Adeline took her graceful steps by the fields edge.
“Who's the supervisor yelling at so much?”
She threw the question at her friends behind her. Mea and Nora.

“Oh, you don't want to waste your time on the wretched boy, Adeline. He lives downhill with his old mother in some broken down hut”

“Tsk. From my little knowledge, they can barely afford a day's meal. Too bad”

The two provided respectively.

‘too bad indeed.’ thought Adeline ‘such a fine young man. He might be poor but his situation didn't reduce his beauty as a man'

The way too long stare had not gone unnoticed by Alan and the supervisor; hence he sneered at him.
‘don’t get your hopes too high. You stand no chance beside my lord's daughter’

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‘Don't think of it Adeline. You father won't even allow you two together’ Mae had said, giving her a friend a suspicious look.
The lady in question did give no reply except turning on her heels and walking away with her friends.

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Alan paused on his way back home and took another look at the luxurious mirror in his hands as he recalled incident from moment ago.

‘heres’s your wage. Have this mirror too. It's a gift from my lord's daughter'. The supervisor had grumbled sourly while handing the two to him.

He smiled at himself in content, carefully holding the mirror. Just by mere look, anyone can tell the mirror cost a fortune. The timber holding it was no joke; it might has well have been shipped from the overseas.
He entered into his house and sat on a stool while placing the mirror against the wall and before him.

His smugness could not be hidden.
‘ A whole of this?’ he thought.
‘for me alone?’ he continued as he gave quietly soliloquized amidst.
‘ I can as well be congratulating my self now. I would would be leaving this impoverished situation if I make use of the opportunity well. What use is the mirror to me anyways?’
‘ I can sell it off to a merchant in our local market who'd pay me so well. I would make a lot of money from there. Then start a mirror business too. From the money made, I'd buy two ordinary mirrors and sell. Then I'd buy four mirrors next time and sell them. From my profit I'd buy eight mirrors and sell again. Next after, I would be buying sixteen mirrors; it would go like that until I start buying and selling over hundred mirrors.’

Alan's thought were yet to end; ‘ when that happens, I would be a big merchant and leave this house for my mother. It's her husband's house. I would already have my own stores to sell my mirrors too.
Of course, then I would be the so rich if I continue with my business. Richer than some merchant and even richer than the king. Who is he when I would have my empire?’
‘he might also start grovelling before me for partnership and sponsorship. Then I could pity him and ask for his daughter's hand in marriage. Good thing she seems to be showing interest in me.
And when we get married, I would push her off her high horse. No princess treatment in my house. She's a lady whom many suitors are after, and I will bask in ruining her pride and grace. Who does she think she is?’ a little laughter escaped his lips unconsciously. He was definitely lost in his thoughts.

‘ I would threaten her with divorce which she would not want. Then she would come with her father to beg me for mercy. Of course, I'm a rich man and I won't honour them. And when she holds my leg to beg me, I would kick her down like this…’

Lost in his thoughts, Alan had actually raised his leg to demonstrate his kick; and he threw a flying one at the mirror before him.

The shattering noise of the mirror cut off his thoughts and his horror could not let him hold back his scream of anguish.
He had lost the chance.

🙂 #pureheart #humilty.

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