Chapter 159 EYROM’S FUNERAL

FIRA’S POV

I was holding one piece of white rose while looking down on the grave of my father. The tears would not leave me, they kept flowing and flowing. The pain in my heart was ripping me into small pieces. “Dad…” I could not talk loud.

Pyro was on my side. He was holding my hips while his other hand was grasping Ember’s small hand. He was so handsome with the sunglasses. He looked so cool. However, my attention was not on his feature, but on my father. His body was gradually dropping on the soil.

Raiden and Hali could not come to my father’s funeral. They were fixing our mess. Zephyrus was on the opposite side of the hole, staring at me. Eira was sobbing so loud. I understand her pain. Fortunately, Colden was by her side. He did not leave her even one second.

I gasped for air. I could not breathe due to over crying. I raised my hand and slowly lose my grip on the white rose. “You’re always be remembered, Dad.”

Pyro kept wiping the tears in my eyes even though he knew that it would not go away. When my eyes closed, the images of my family came out in my head.

“Happy Anniversary!” I and Eira were holding a small piece of cake with candlelight. That day was my Dad and Mom wedding anniversary. Eira always went to the city, she had the knowledge that if there was a celebration, there was a cake, so she bought it even though it was just a tiny piece. It would not matter. The important was we were together at this special moment.

“Wow! Thank you!” Mom’s smile was priceless when she hurried towards us and gave us a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so so happy!”

“Thank you.” Dad moved closer and hugged the three of us. The hug became a big group hug with a complete and happy family.

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“Mom! The Betas bullied Fira again!” Eira’s kid was running towards my mother. She was outside, washing the dishes.

I was walking as I held my knee while sobbing. I had a bruise on the knee because the Rainbow Sisters pushed me into the woods, the reason why a sharp branch of the tree struck on it. The blood was flowing on it.

“My God, Fira!” Mom rushed towards me, lifted me up, and placed me on her arm. “What happened?”

“They pushed me! I hate them so much! When I grow up, I will crumple their faces!” I was a mad kid with tears flowing down my cheek.

Mom brought me inside the house and sat me on the bamboo sofa. She cupped my face and kissed my forehead. “No matter how bad people are to you. Just smile on them while ignoring their bullying. You don’t need to avenge and plant anger in your heart. By that, you’re saving yourself in sadness and a heavy chest.”

The door burst open. Dad was livid when he saw my knee. He was about to go out and confront those kids if Mom did not prevent him.

Dad down his bended knee and touched my hair. “If they push you again, push them, too! Fight and fight until they surrender. Don’t let anyone stomp on your weaknesses!”

They had an opposite perception of mom, but what I like about dad he did not want me to cry. He did not want other people to belittle our capabilities. He did not want to grow weak. He taught us to fight and fight until they move backward and raise their hands, surrendering.

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When Mom died. I never saw him crying. Never!

But during the cold night, when I walked towards the kitchen, passing their bedroom. I was hearing his sob. He was alone suffering, bursting his grief. He showed us that he was strong and a fighter. However, when he was with himself, the pain was too much. The pain was unbearable.

I opened the door and there he was, hugging the picture frame of mom while looking at the window and gazing at the moon. When he noticed that there was someone standing at the feet of the bed. He immediately removed his tears and smiled at me.

“Why aren’t you sleeping, Fira?” He showed me that he was okay.

I slowly walked towards him with tears flowing on my cheek. From the moment my hands hugged him, he burst out in a sob.

He loves Mom so much. I witnessed it every single day of my life. They did not fight in front of us. Father was full of patience. He was the one who said sorry. Our family was happy because of his incomparable care for her wife and daughters. That was the important lesson that he put inside my head.

Love your family more. Cherish them at all times.

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Those days with my father were memorable. I would keep that in my heart and buried my soul.

I breathe so heavily when the pain in my heart was continuously intensifying. Ember was having a loud cry. Pyro could not take looking at her daughter in that manner, so he grabbed her and hugged her so tight. It was painful in Ember. She loved her grandfather so much. Her Papa Janus died, too. I was worried about her mental health. She was too young to experience this.

I placed my head on Pyro’s shoulder as I was managing myself to stop crying. My eyes were swollen, my nose and cheek were reddish in color. I was anxious also about my sister. She was crying with her heart out, knowing that she was pregnant.

“Eira.” Colden kissed her on the forehead. He placed his arms on her and embraced her compactly. “Please lessen your sob. We have a baby, remember?”

Eira bit her lips and tried to pull herself together. I walked closer to her. She removed Colden’s arm and hugged me.

“I promise to take care of you. I promise to be in your side forever.” Eira whispered in my ear,

My sob became loud when she said that with full of emotion. We watched the soil gradually covering the coffin.

We stayed hugging each other for the entire time while sharing our griefs on what happened to our father.

Dad, you always have a spot in my heart. I love you forever.