This is, as I presume, my last duty for Kehina. My younger brother, Gondola, will manage things from now after I'm done with this task... good luck to him. I will commit all of my dedication to this. After all I've been through, I know that I will return to this nation once I'm fully refined. I will make Lady Anda proud. Despite this turbulence, they chose me to study at the enemy camp. I daresay it is such a bold move employed by the inner circles of the council which was also approved by Lady Anda herself.
"Brother… !" a distinct voice from afar, as I recognize who is calling unto me. I glance behind to verify who is hereof calling me.
"Yep?" I respond to whoever has caught my attention, facing towards behind my front.
The individual then hugs me when I am about to fully confirm who is trying to embrace - and it's my brother, as I assume. When the hug is established, I clinch into him also… returning back his warm embrace. A customary gesture we give to each other… a usual pat to each other's head by using our dominant hand. His right hand on my forehead - a slight tinge thrice. As I do the same, however, I divert to the tradition where I touch his left temple three times. And both at the same time, we tap each other's shoulders on the recessive side. Three huge smacks.
"You know what, brother?"
"No, I don't."
"Guan, stop interrupting me when I am speaking. This 'anecdote' might be crucial."
"What? 'Antidote'? Ah, we have many stored in the sanatorium. And if it's closed then you can find your way to the nearest sick bays around this royal villa." as I respond to him with my sincerest answer.
"Well, whatever you say, brother." he darts his eyes away from me, though he is still facing me.
He gasps for air which I already know that he is going for a second wave of statement. Thus, I let him continue to speak. He utters: “Did you know why men have a larger number in the workforce?” and of course, what I have in mind is different from what I want to say. So I think thoroughly about his claim. According to his allegation, that’s not the case at all in this kingdom.
“Worldwide? Even, interplanar? Or also in addition to the other realities?” I question whereas I can reconfirm his previous statement.
“Uh-huh…” he grunts, where he signifies that he agrees.
“That’s kinda sexist and you know that, dear little brother?” I raise my eyes, verifying his reaction.
“Well, yeah. It does matter not. Just yes, okay?”
“Alright, have it your way then.”
“Of course, truthfully, men have the superior advantage, auspicious-wise, with regards to physical strength… do you agree?” he asks, as I react with a bop on my head.
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“Hmmm…” my response says otherwise.
“So, that means that a large populace in the agricultural, business, military, politics and other sectors are dominated by men - us, right?”
“Yeah… no doubt about it, either.” as I agree with him, same as here in this jurisdiction… however, Lady Anda is trying her best to lessen the margins of the gap in terms of gender equity.
“Well, brother. What can you say about in the relation of shape and form of art? You name it; painting, sculptury, writing, and even embroidery! Therefore, in layman’s terms, we have more men in the upper echelon of each section relating to handling things and stuff. Clearly, we have ‘more brains’ than them - the women, in general. Why is that?” he finishes, as I am tongue-tied by his claims - well, factually, I don’t have much left to say.
“I don’t know.” I say it in a deadpan emotion.
“... and to mention, the pay of a gal is much less than a lad in a regular shift labor.” he adds.
“Likewise, as I repeat it again: I don’t know.”
He is smirking before he says what he wants to say: “Well, brother, you have much left to learn. The simple answer is because: wE hAvE ‘two heads’.” where he bursts out himself a laughter, cackling, and for my reaction - I just roll my eyes to his banter.
“Get out of here, Gondola.” where he follows my wish to walk out after he concludes his jest, I say it annoyingly, as he keeps on laughing while he heads to whichever he wants to go.
Thanks for uplifting me up, dear little brother. I do appreciate the gesture.He got there… Hahaha. Now that he is gone, I can’t contain my composure so I laugh it out loud. “Hahaha… Goddamnit, Gondola.” as I head to my office. I approach my desk, seeing a pile of issues which refers to the ongoing war with the Inglovians. Most of those - Inglovia, Inglovia, Inglovia. Never ending cycle to the problem against them. Of course, I considered it was nearly a year ago during the wedding with Lady Anda. Instead of thinking about it, I should consider doing these heaps of scrolls in front of me first.
“Natural resources,” as I scan each issue thoroughly “This one, military provisions,” and then, going to the other “Agriculture processes and procedures,” damn these are complicated on my part. And even this one “Predictive measurement on food attrition.” I bear to admit that these - some of the cases are beyond my capabilities. For my little brain of mine couldn’t handle much of these responsibilities, to be honest. Meanwhile, I finished all of the things that I can do. Natural resources, done. The ratio between military rations and civilian goods, done. And all, there’s to it. A total of six issues have been done. Aside from those, I will let my dear little brother take over this office for these problems… the difficult ones. Goodbye, my precious room. In my precise calculation, I think we have a couple of hours before the night rises and two hours of me setting for a voyage to Inglovia. I have packed all of my things, needs, and personal equipment. It's time to bid a farewell.
“Kehina, I will be back, mother! Lord Geoff, Lord Aisla, Lord Ameniah, and Lord Gerðas… my fellow lordships, please take care of the Queen Kehina! Guillermo, have a marvelous day in this country! Dear little brother, please guide my department during my absence and also protect the family of Carylle at all cost. Lastly, I beg you to wait for my arrival, Lady Anda.” I exclaim, where I am about to depart.
“Thank you. See you around…” I exhale while I am inside this illegally-owned privateer.