The man at the door was huge! Wearing the same style of full-body armor like the few guards in his uncle's office, yet his armor seemed a few grades heavier, stronger and sturdier.
"Haha.... Ku'Rah."
When he laughed, this man put handsome men to mediocrity at best.
The mother's heart started picking up speed with it's beats when she saw her man, especially when he revealed the hand that was left behind his back to reveal a stem of a flower that wasn't exaggerated in beauty.
Once she handed me to the man who secured me in a gentle yet firm hold, she pulled him inside the house then started helping him unstrap his armor piece by piece as tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the floor.
"Sigh, ....... Ku'Rah. Hrmmm."
The man sighed in apparent guilt then looked at me as he spoke, of course I understood jackshit of what he said but he seemed to be instructing me to refrain from doing something silly because my mother giggled while giving him a loving gaze.
She didn't allow him to sit at the table and eat yet, pushing him towards the bathroom after taking me from his hands and placing me in my basket she blushed when he tried to pull her inside with him and pouted while reprimanding him for being shameless as it would seem.
Sighing like a child who got denied of his treat, my presumed father said something while glaring and pointing at me.
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴.
Despite refusing to join the bath with my old man, she didn't neglect him and prepared him a change of cloth and a towel.
Like a dedicated housewife she took meticulous care of the big guy, once he was out and wearing normal clothes his intimidating air was no more.
Scooping his woman from the ground he took her towards the table and sat her on his lap, his thundering laughter was resounding in the house whenever he said something to cause his woman to blush cutely.
She fed him personally and enjoyed watching him play with me until I was thoroughly exhausted to sleep afterwards. Her joy and happiness were contagious and truly touched my deepest strings of emotions, the warmth that filled my body was the evidence of my change.
Ever since I was reborn in this world a couple weeks ago, my point of view was apathetic at best towards this woman which is my mother in this life.
After experiencing the day of judgment and before that the experience of dying and the life before it, I grew to have this ego and pride on my persona. I had this fake superior view to the people of this world, her joy awakened me to this error.
𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? 𝘐𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸. 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭-𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.
𝘕𝘰. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦.
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.
"Thanks Mom. If my hope was on point then here now, I swear to do my best to add comfort to your joy in life and peace to your days." Ku'Rah said to himself inwardly before he snuggled in his blanket and dived in sleep.
For a whole week his father joined them in the house and his mom was like a butterfly sprinkling love everywhere in the house, the exchange of conversation between the parents was a positive result to Ku'Rah.
More words started to be understood or guessed from that strange language.
It was gruffy and rough with it's sounds, the constant pauses and separations in the names which would be in the middle of each line would confuse him yet he gave it his best whenever he was awake he would listen while his parents were talking.
If they were asleep when he wakes up, he would turn the alarm mode on and wake them the fuck up. his poor father kept complaining about his inability to get some rest in his vacation, while his mom would take advantage of that to lay it on him thick with how she's going to be doing that on her own when he's away and she's alone.
All of that was deducted by Ku'Rah from their expressions, but his mother somehow seemed to be encouraging him to keep disrupting his father's routine.
She got aggressive mode on my father from the second day and milked him dry whenever I was about to sleep, their sex would start as soon I get ready to sleep and it was a smart move from mom to know my schedule and remember it from the first two weeks of my birth.
She did more than my pops everyday and quickly adjusted to my addition to the family yet my old man was a bit slow to adapt, he was happy but tired anyway.
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When he was about to leave he was exhilarated and eager to be returning to do whatever that is his job, he kept pinching my cheeks gently while smiling as if he's in a very complicated love-hate relationship with me.
"Father.... Remember.... Boy.... Ku'Rah...."
The message was broken and missing lots of words yet Ku'Rah understood his meaning just fine, I fucked up his vacation and he's going to fuck up my days when I grow up because he's remembering this oh so atrocious transgression.
𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯.
Month after month Ku'Rah became extremely familiar with this language, his hours of sleep were growing less and his capabilities became wider.
Three months young and he almost got the hang of his arm movements, a bit awkward but it's going somewhere at least.
He now can easily move his head to look around, still feels heavy to support it's weight with his weak neck when his mom gives him a hand to sit.
He made having a child very easy for his mother and conspired silently with his mom to make his father go nuts, she loved him so much for it and always took him with her outside to buy clothes and "toys" for him.
𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯! 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺!
Sighing, Ku'Rah intentionally teased her nipples with his tongue that day to pay her back for misunderstanding him as a toddler.
Finally he stopped when he noticed that his mother started to like it, his father has been away for more than six weeks now.
When he tried to bite her, his gums didn't do any damage and his mother almost suffocated him by pushing his head in her breast without noticing!
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺.
𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
Few days later after that incident my father returned and had to face the consequences of what I did, this time though he seemed to be in a very urgent need of that excessive amount of love.
He had a few wounds on his body and his armor was badly in tatters, despite the man being a dick sometimes and handling me roughly because I was a constant pain in his ass whenever he returned in the previous two times they got to meet.
He felt anxiousness from his mother when she saw the state his father was in this time, he was downhearted and feeling extremely down and sad.
She feard that their little boy will add pressure and stress on her man like he used to do. but, surprisingly this time her usually quiet baby boy didn't make a ruckus.
He would smile and slap the father when he got the chance to reach his target, or try and get close to the man when she worried that he would be a source of displeasure and tried to separate them to give her man some peace.
𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘵!
Come-on mah, I'm just trying to cheer him up. We need to stick together in times like this!
Ku'Rah was complaining inwardly because after some struggling and crawling towards his old man, she took him away and all the way back across the room to his sleeping quarters!
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.
Next day my mother suggested for my father to take me to the market and buy some ingredients, that's my chance to slap some sense into the man.
After giving me my meal and cleaning up my ass which just betrayed me, sweet mom changed my set of clothes and gave me to father.
Once I was in his arms she cunningly kept talking with my father about strange topics while watching how I will behave, seeing that I passed her test I smirked once I was out of the house and out of her sight.
𝘚𝘶𝘱.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯? 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦!
𝘞𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘮.
𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴.
𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵.
𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦?
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮.
𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.
".... Ku'Rah stop slapping my face.... Brat what is it with you today....."
Ku'Rah kept going at it until his father finally showed signs of returning to normal, smiling widely at his achievement he stopped and snuggled in his arms and enjoyed the sight of the market at the south area.
It was the closest market from their house and his mother frequented it many times.
He almost remembers every street nearby their house now, and a few neighbors he started to get familiar with their faces.
𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰.
His father returned that day much better to his mother's delight, she kept laughing while hugging her man when she heard about what I did then dragged him to bed immediately.
She did the rest of the job and heald all of her man's spiritual wounds, by night he was snoring like a caveman after getting treated like a king.
"Ku'Rah you sweet sweet boy, mama loves you very much. Do you love me too?"
She held me in the balcony and raised me up by the armpits and spoke not expecting any answer or any sort of reply, but I enjoyed the look on her face when I gave her a nod then a smile.
When she was about to wipe it off as a coincidence I opened my mouth and awkwardly gave her the answer.
"Ma.... Ma...." Boy this isn't easy, my gears still needs some oiling.
"Eh! Ku'Rah did you just try to say my name? Go on boy say it again. Mama.... Hahaha." Full of excitement and anticipation she tried to make me say something while running back inside the bedroom and jumping on the bed, roughly elbowing my pops to wake up.
"What is it Shiv'Za? Let me sleep some more honey." My father tried to fight for some more rest lazily while changing his sleeping position to avoid the annoying nudges.
"Humph, Ku'Rah just said mama to me and I wanted to share the moment with you. Fine with me, I can have all the attention and love of my seeet sweet boy. Go on, keep sleeping." After giving my dad a kick which felt like a mosquito bite for him, she got up taking me back to the balcony.
"Heh, ya right. Bffft, he's only three months old honey. Good night." Father said in a half asleep voice.
"Pa.... Pa...." Smirking. I said that, which made him jump from bed as if he just heard a ghost.
"Hahaha Ku'Ram you look exactly like an idiot right now. And you naughty Ku'Rah, why didn't you say my name? Mama is easier on the tongue than that nasty word. Go on husband, sweet dreams." Giggling. My mom tried to keep the new toy in the house which is me to herself.
The old man turned out to be fierce and scary when it comes to having a great part of his child's life, he seeks to contribute in teaching me everything he knows as it seems.
He chased my mom in the house for a while then snatched both of us back to bed, after playing with them for a while I gave them hints of me being able to understand them some.
Then I lost them when they started to make out.
𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺.
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘴!