John smiled gently and said, "I thought you would never come back to me again." Rather, I loosed you, my friend, a sentence by John.
Luther replied, "I don't come to you or for you; I am just sad, for I run from home and come here for peace and spend some time alone here, but I forgot that here is a fool who was present already."
"Hey, who is the fool?" Huh? Whom did you call a fool? say John.
"You are the fool I am talking about," laughs Luther and says it.
"Yeah, so funny," replied John. Then John proposed that they sit somewhere alone in the jungle and talk about themself.
Luther was sad to agree with John and go with him. After this they started talking, and John said, "So tell me about your family, your village, what your dad does for a living, and where you come from."
I don't know so much about where I come from, but I have a sense that my dad and I lived here. I hope so; it's our hometown. Yes also, in our village there were many people who knew us and loved me. Also, our village stood in front of the jungle side and the side of this hill. Our village is kind of native and green; it's looking and filled up with rural things. In my village we celebrate all the occasions very charmingly and cheerfully. In the village we have a small house with two rooms.
"Oh, yes, in the family, I and Dad are the only ones here," said Luther. His name is Harold, and my dad was a farmer. He works so hard to do everything alone, and he is the best dad in my eyes. He suffered a lot for me to growup. When I was small and stayed at home alone, Dad went to his work in the field and grew many types of vegetables and rice by working so hard every season. "When I become young, I will give everything to my dad and make him proud of me, and that's my one aim and wish," said Luther.
Yes You will do , I know you can; my friend but tell me where is your mom, and what's her name, Luther? Asked John.
I don't know about her; my dad hasn't told me anything. He has just avoided all matters about Mom. That's why I am here and become sad because my dad is ignoring my mom's details. "Even I didn't know if she is alive or not," said Luther.
"I see, but don't be sad, friend.
I also don't have a mom; my mom died when I was born, but I know she loved me so much. My dad told me this, and I am the only child of my parents," John said.
Suddenly, a thing noticed by Luther: he saw a unique earring was worn in the ear of John, but it's not in a pair, just a single one.
Luther asked curiously. Hey John, you are a boy, so why do you wear an earring on your ear? It's only for girls, as far as I know.
"Ha ha ha," John laughed and said yes, but it's not an earring; it's called 'Potara.'
About Potara:
Potara is a kind of royal symbol of a special family. It shows the royalty and power of those who belong and hold from origin to origin. Only a few are left here. It looks like an earring, but it is not. It has some special powers and abilities that make the holder specific and separate from others. This potara is only had by those who relate with the Lord or have a bloodline connected to the Lord. Even from so long ago, this potara was only given once when any man won a hard battle of competition, becoming Lord and beating everyone in the battle. Then he got and held this potara with some unique powers.
Now back to the story:
John smiled and said this potara was given to me by my dad. My dad wears one, and I wear one.
"Tell me more about this potara and about what your dad said," Luther said.
After this, John just said, "I am from," and suddenly stopped and told me it's a simple Potara ring, as you've seen, and my dad is one of the travelers and businessmen, but saying all these things, he felt discomfort.
Luther noticed it and thinks something is hidden by John. "Oh, I see. Your dress looked so good and expensive, then mine," Luther said.
"Really!" With a smile, John said, "And tell him you liked mine; I have many of them, and I can give you some."
"No, no, not like that. I just complimented you; you looked so good in this dress," said Luther.
Thanks a lot, but you can also borrow some from me. "I have lots of dresses, and now you're my close and good friend," Luther said, said John.
Yes, but my dad doesn't like that I make friendships or go or hang out with anyone, saying this, and his mood becomes sad and nervous of Luther.
John noticed it and held Luther's hand and dragged him with him.
Then...