Chapter 25

The Tradition 

“You look familiar,” This old tattoo artist uttered while he was doing the tattoos on my body.

“Your husband, too,” he added. He’s pertaining to Krio, who’s sitting on an antique couch while sketching. He always had it in him when he heard that he stopped, and he was a little bit enthralled.

“No sir, he’s not my husband.” I fake-laughed. Krio looked at me awkwardly

“Then, who is this Kliosate?” he asked. Yes, I tattooed Klio’s name near my heart, then all the important details between the two of us, special dates, the flower that reminded me of him.

“The person closest to my heart.”

“You should get married!” he exclaimed and pointed to Krio while laughing.

“H-he’s not the man I love, sir. So it’s impossible,” I insisted and averted my eyes. That’s kind of awkward. He stopped and looked me in