“A dream huh”

  Waking up early than usual I thought at a dream that I just had.

  Thinking of mother made me want to grit my teeth, How dare she ran away before I got my revenge! She even brought along Azure.

  “Fuck” I can’t help but mutter a curse thanks to my mother, thinking of her appearance, her golden hair, blue eyes, and beautiful made her looks like some kind of princess in a fairy tale story.

  Yes, she is as beautiful as a princess … as long as she can shut her mouth for a second.

  I wonder why did father marry mother? The contrast between father responsible personality and mother willful personality doesn’t seem like a great match.

  It must be because the she was his childhood friend, that’s the only reason I can think of.

  Stretching my stiff body, I got up from bed and walk toward the kitchen, Since mother left the cooking duty is done by both me and father in rotation since brother rarely come back home these days.

  Lighting up the fire and pouring the water into the pot I start to cut up the potatoes and carrots not to forget some meat that father got from Ms. Nana the veteran hunter of our village. I pour all of it into the boiling pot. As I stir the pot my mind start to think idly.

  It has been a year since my father hoodwink me into doing his binding.

  Don’t think I didn’t realize it father! I knew you just want some help in farm since brother never helped you with farming work, I can’t help to shake my head thinking of my brother.

  My brother Asher, nicknamed “Ash”, It’s funny when you think of it, I was the one with ashen coloured hair but he was the one who got the nickname ash even though he had none of the characteristic.

  I mean he totally inherited mother looks, He was basically mother but with a different gender … and personality too I guess.

  Where mother can be described as wild and chaotic, Asher can be described as a … woman magnet, he was such a diligent person, Helping all the woman around the village in helping solve their trouble be it from a girl around six years old to a woman already past their fifty, all of them came to him when they have even a slightest bit of trouble

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  It was no wonder why he became the most favourite person for a woman in this village.

  If only he just gave a little bit of attention to our family, I am sure that father will not have to worry about the future of our farm, but given who the Asher mother is I don’t think he will change at all. Borrowing my father word, I think he is a lost cause case.

  Well … not that I can comment much about him since I was also a lost cause.

  I thought of my father and thinking … be strong father even though your wife ran away and two of your sons is hopeless, you are the only hope of our household so do not break under this your hopeless situation father!

  Now that I think of it, Father is the only sane person in this family doesn’t that means he is kind of … an odd person?

  … thinking any further than this will only make me question father sanity even more, so I focused my attention back to cooking, I sprinkle the secret ingredient to the pot and stir it again, The secret ingredient written as “Love” read as “Pepper”.

  Because love is expensive after all and that’s why it was delicious, the only reason why we have it is because my brother managed to secure it from who knows where.

  Calling my father for a breakfast I sit on a chair and started to eat my food

  As I concentrate with my food father starts to speak

  “Did you use pepper?”

  “Hmm”

  “Don’t hmm me answer properly” father use a stern tone as he continue to eat

  “I use pepper father, there are you happy!” I dismissively answer him as I continue to eat my breakfast, food better enjoyed hot after all

  “Haah, where did you get the pepper?” Father ask a question his hand still scooping his stew.

  “I don’t know father, you better ask brother where he got it”, even I want to know where the hell did he managed to secure a pepper, it was such an expensive thing after all.

  Ahh, the art of blaming others, the wonderful art of giving the burden to someone else, what a wonderful art that is, just saying it was his/her fault and not me can make you feel better even thought it didn’t actually change anything and you still have to deal with the consequence of your own doing, at least your mind will be guilt free and that what matter the most.

  Giving up questioning me father continue to eat his breakfast, Father really can’t be honest with himself if it was delicious then he should just enjoy it and don’t ask me such a complicated things first thing in the morning.

  After finishing our breakfast we walk toward the field, The field in the village is just combination of all the field in the village, our ancestor decided to have one big field instead of a separate one so we can have easier time irrigating the field.

  Some people might have a problem with that decision, But thankfully since my father taken over the duty of managing the farm as a whole the dissenting voice is all but gone, father can even handle mother much less a bunch of ordinary farmer.

  Nobody actually dare to question father considering confronting him also means confronting all the woman who love my brother, so they just give up and just follow my father lead.

  Because he was busy managing all of it that was why he asked me for a help with farming our part of the field and that was why I am stuck in this situation.