As Maurice told the story about his wife, he was flash-backing to when he was much younger with a head full of brown hair in a different village.
He started his story, "I met Veronica when she was doing her piano practices. I peeked in the window of a musik shop; nothing could express how beautiful and wonderful Veronica was when I saw her. I came to that window for five days, until a friend of mine took me to a tavern where single men go to see women dance and sing. I didn't want to go, my jantung was set on Veronica; no one else. While all the other men, including the friend that brought me there, was watching women dance and walk up to them, I was just staring at my glass of wine, watching the reflection of women dancing. That's when I couldn't believe it; I saw Veronica's reflection in my wine glass. I quickly turned around and saw her dancing and singing. I've never heard such a beautiful voice, but she was the most unusual dancer."
"How so?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"A pole would be brought out onto the platform and Veronica would grab the pole and start bernyanyi and dancing." Maurice explained.
"She was a pole dancer?" Mrs. Potts asked shockingly.
"She sure was." Maurice answered.
"What's a pole dancer?" Adam asked. At first, Mrs. Potts didn't want to answer him, but he didn't know.
"Sire...um...pole dancers are women who dance on a pole with...uh...very little clothing." Mrs. Potts said.
"I don't want to know anymore!" Adam quickly berkata when he heard 'very little clothing', but Maurice continued his story.
"Veronica was quite a dancer, despite that her clothes were very bright colors. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I went to the front of the platform and watched her slide down and hang herself upside down on the pole, I would just stare at those forest green eyes of hers. When Veronica realized that I was staring at her with my mouth open, she looked at me right in the eyes, grabbed my kerah and planted one on me. When she released me, I fell backwards and went out cold, I didn't know if it was the wine atau the kiss. *laugh* After that night, I knew I couldn't leave her alone. I asked her out for dinners; surprised her with bunga and cokelat and just about everything a man could give a woman."
"You were head over heels in cinta with Veronica, weren't you?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"Yep." Maurice answered, "Finally, on her twenty-fifth birthday, I asked her if she was happy with the things I gave her."
"What did she say?" Adam asked.
Maurice paused for a moment before continuing, "...She said...she berkata the gifts were never compared to the attention and cinta I gave her. After that, I asked her to marry me."
"Awww," Mrs. Potts said, "What happened next?"
"Next thing I know," Maurice continued, "my face was covered in her blue and green lipstick. She berkata yes, but on the condition that I take her last name. I did, we became husband and wife six months later. I can still see her in her beautiful white wedding gaun holding bunga in every color of the rainbow. We were called Mr. and Mrs. Arc-en-ceil."
"Arc-en-ceil," Adam repeated, "that means 'Rainbow'."
"It was her name and my name, it's also Belle's name too." Maurice said, "Everyday, Veronica would play her piano in the mornings, tend to her bunga gardens in the afternoons and would read at night, but Saturdays and Sundays were the only days she would disappear until night. It didn't matter to me at first because she always came back, but when she did come back, she would look like she was just in a fight. She would have black eyes and covered in bruises."
"That's very unusual." Adam said.
"It was," Maurice said, "I finally bulked up the courage and I asked Veronica about them, but she would give me this stare that made me feel smaller than her. There were times where I followed her up to our room and overhear her little talks to the mirror.
"What would she say?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"She would talk about some kind of instrument and her sapphire locket I gave to Belle yesterday. About a tahun of being married, Veronica started leaving during the afternoon and came back at night everyday. It got on my nerves enough where I confronted her and asked her why she left everyday. I couldn't believe her answer."
"What did she say?" Adam asked.
Maurice berkata what his wife told him, "'Get ready, Papa!'"
Mrs. Potts asked, "Veronica was...?"
"Pregnant, with twins," Maurice answered, "Everyday, Veronica would read children's buku and play piano pieces of children's songs. She berkata it was so her children could hear their mother's love. She was so happy that she was becoming a mother and I was happy to become a father. Sadly, nine months later, we found out that one of the twins died inside Veronica. She was unhappy that one of the twins died, but she was still happy that she had the other twin."
"It was Belle, wasn't it?" Adam asked, Maurice just smiled as he remembered the hari Belle was born.
"Oh yes," Maurice said, "it was Belle. Since Veronica only had Belle, she made sure Belle was happy beyond measures. In fact, since Veronica wore 'the pants' in the family, she would hit my head with our cooking pan just to get Belle to laugh. Come to think of it, when Belle had the chickenpox, it was the only way to get her to laugh."
"You must've had a headache." Mrs. Potts said.
"I did, but it was worth it to see and hear Belle laughing. I would never think that Belle would stop laughing like that." Maurice sadly said.
Belle was a little child, ten years old. Her mother, Veronica Arc-en-ciel, was tidying the kitchen. Her daughter pulls on her apron, asking she could go outside to play in the snow.
"Mama, can I go outside and play in the snow, please?" 10-year old Belle asked.
"*laughs* Of course, but don't stray into the woods." Veronica berkata to her young daughter.
"I won't, Mama!" Belle berkata as she ran out of the house, the snow was falling and it seemed like heaven. She was making snow malaikat and making snowmen. But about an jam later, Belle heard something coming from the bushes. She ignored it and went back to making her snowman.
Back inside the house, Veronica had just hit Maurice's head with her frying pan. (Belle always laughed whenever her mother released her anger on her father's head.) Maurice wasn't going to face his wife's anger; she did wear the pants in the house. Suddenly, there was screaming outside, Belle's parents ran to the window and saw a two lone serigala getting ready to pounce on Belle (similar to what happened in the first movie). Maurice went to grab his shotgun while Veronica ran out to the wolves. The one of the serigala jumped on Veronica while the other one cornered Belle against a tree. Maurice finally came out and shot both wolves. One of the serigala died and the other one ran off. Belle wasn't injured, but her mother was greatly wounded. There were puncture wounds all over, including a fatal bite on her neck. Maurice and Belle did what they could to save Veronica, but the wounds got infected and never healed. Veronica died three weeks later.
Hearing what happened to Belle's mother, Adam and Mrs. Potts were silent.
"I can't imagine dying that way." Mrs. Potts sadly said.
"I know;" Maurice sadly said, "Belle believes if she hadn't asked her mother to go outside to play, Veronica would still be alive."
"Looks like me and Belle have some healing to do." Adam softly said.
He started his story, "I met Veronica when she was doing her piano practices. I peeked in the window of a musik shop; nothing could express how beautiful and wonderful Veronica was when I saw her. I came to that window for five days, until a friend of mine took me to a tavern where single men go to see women dance and sing. I didn't want to go, my jantung was set on Veronica; no one else. While all the other men, including the friend that brought me there, was watching women dance and walk up to them, I was just staring at my glass of wine, watching the reflection of women dancing. That's when I couldn't believe it; I saw Veronica's reflection in my wine glass. I quickly turned around and saw her dancing and singing. I've never heard such a beautiful voice, but she was the most unusual dancer."
"How so?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"A pole would be brought out onto the platform and Veronica would grab the pole and start bernyanyi and dancing." Maurice explained.
"She was a pole dancer?" Mrs. Potts asked shockingly.
"She sure was." Maurice answered.
"What's a pole dancer?" Adam asked. At first, Mrs. Potts didn't want to answer him, but he didn't know.
"Sire...um...pole dancers are women who dance on a pole with...uh...very little clothing." Mrs. Potts said.
"I don't want to know anymore!" Adam quickly berkata when he heard 'very little clothing', but Maurice continued his story.
"Veronica was quite a dancer, despite that her clothes were very bright colors. I couldn't hold myself back anymore, I went to the front of the platform and watched her slide down and hang herself upside down on the pole, I would just stare at those forest green eyes of hers. When Veronica realized that I was staring at her with my mouth open, she looked at me right in the eyes, grabbed my kerah and planted one on me. When she released me, I fell backwards and went out cold, I didn't know if it was the wine atau the kiss. *laugh* After that night, I knew I couldn't leave her alone. I asked her out for dinners; surprised her with bunga and cokelat and just about everything a man could give a woman."
"You were head over heels in cinta with Veronica, weren't you?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"Yep." Maurice answered, "Finally, on her twenty-fifth birthday, I asked her if she was happy with the things I gave her."
"What did she say?" Adam asked.
Maurice paused for a moment before continuing, "...She said...she berkata the gifts were never compared to the attention and cinta I gave her. After that, I asked her to marry me."
"Awww," Mrs. Potts said, "What happened next?"
"Next thing I know," Maurice continued, "my face was covered in her blue and green lipstick. She berkata yes, but on the condition that I take her last name. I did, we became husband and wife six months later. I can still see her in her beautiful white wedding gaun holding bunga in every color of the rainbow. We were called Mr. and Mrs. Arc-en-ceil."
"Arc-en-ceil," Adam repeated, "that means 'Rainbow'."
"It was her name and my name, it's also Belle's name too." Maurice said, "Everyday, Veronica would play her piano in the mornings, tend to her bunga gardens in the afternoons and would read at night, but Saturdays and Sundays were the only days she would disappear until night. It didn't matter to me at first because she always came back, but when she did come back, she would look like she was just in a fight. She would have black eyes and covered in bruises."
"That's very unusual." Adam said.
"It was," Maurice said, "I finally bulked up the courage and I asked Veronica about them, but she would give me this stare that made me feel smaller than her. There were times where I followed her up to our room and overhear her little talks to the mirror.
"What would she say?" Mrs. Potts asked.
"She would talk about some kind of instrument and her sapphire locket I gave to Belle yesterday. About a tahun of being married, Veronica started leaving during the afternoon and came back at night everyday. It got on my nerves enough where I confronted her and asked her why she left everyday. I couldn't believe her answer."
"What did she say?" Adam asked.
Maurice berkata what his wife told him, "'Get ready, Papa!'"
Mrs. Potts asked, "Veronica was...?"
"Pregnant, with twins," Maurice answered, "Everyday, Veronica would read children's buku and play piano pieces of children's songs. She berkata it was so her children could hear their mother's love. She was so happy that she was becoming a mother and I was happy to become a father. Sadly, nine months later, we found out that one of the twins died inside Veronica. She was unhappy that one of the twins died, but she was still happy that she had the other twin."
"It was Belle, wasn't it?" Adam asked, Maurice just smiled as he remembered the hari Belle was born.
"Oh yes," Maurice said, "it was Belle. Since Veronica only had Belle, she made sure Belle was happy beyond measures. In fact, since Veronica wore 'the pants' in the family, she would hit my head with our cooking pan just to get Belle to laugh. Come to think of it, when Belle had the chickenpox, it was the only way to get her to laugh."
"You must've had a headache." Mrs. Potts said.
"I did, but it was worth it to see and hear Belle laughing. I would never think that Belle would stop laughing like that." Maurice sadly said.
Belle was a little child, ten years old. Her mother, Veronica Arc-en-ciel, was tidying the kitchen. Her daughter pulls on her apron, asking she could go outside to play in the snow.
"Mama, can I go outside and play in the snow, please?" 10-year old Belle asked.
"*laughs* Of course, but don't stray into the woods." Veronica berkata to her young daughter.
"I won't, Mama!" Belle berkata as she ran out of the house, the snow was falling and it seemed like heaven. She was making snow malaikat and making snowmen. But about an jam later, Belle heard something coming from the bushes. She ignored it and went back to making her snowman.
Back inside the house, Veronica had just hit Maurice's head with her frying pan. (Belle always laughed whenever her mother released her anger on her father's head.) Maurice wasn't going to face his wife's anger; she did wear the pants in the house. Suddenly, there was screaming outside, Belle's parents ran to the window and saw a two lone serigala getting ready to pounce on Belle (similar to what happened in the first movie). Maurice went to grab his shotgun while Veronica ran out to the wolves. The one of the serigala jumped on Veronica while the other one cornered Belle against a tree. Maurice finally came out and shot both wolves. One of the serigala died and the other one ran off. Belle wasn't injured, but her mother was greatly wounded. There were puncture wounds all over, including a fatal bite on her neck. Maurice and Belle did what they could to save Veronica, but the wounds got infected and never healed. Veronica died three weeks later.
Hearing what happened to Belle's mother, Adam and Mrs. Potts were silent.
"I can't imagine dying that way." Mrs. Potts sadly said.
"I know;" Maurice sadly said, "Belle believes if she hadn't asked her mother to go outside to play, Veronica would still be alive."
"Looks like me and Belle have some healing to do." Adam softly said.
