Chapter Eleven
.Chapter Eleven.
Her voice was calm and gentle. She tried to put on an excited face, but I tried to hide any signs of being overly happy.
“Yes, I would like to read the novel.”
Nearby, as we walked, I began to discover new sides of my mother.
My mother prepared water, chose clothes, and changed them herself easily. She was skilled at simple things like this.
Compared to that, I used to fumble when trying to dress myself. I didn't have fancy travel clothes, but when I tried to dress on my own, I felt helpless.
I did not have the ability to call the household servants for help, but my mother always avoided asking others for help.
It might have been possible to call a maid for help, but she seemed reluctant to do so.
Maybe if I was able to stay here without causing her any inconvenience, I might have a chance to take other trips with her in the future.
But, unfortunately, I had nothing but my energy was low.
Just sitting in the cart and the constant shaking started to affect my stomach and make me feel like vomiting. I didn't realize this before, and it had a huge impact on me when my strength declined.
But I tried hard to get through this and showed signs of vitality.
But my mother was swayed by feelings of care and locked the carriage.
“Let's rest for a moment.”
My mother came forward, took my hand, and took me out of the carriage.
“When you feel unwell, tell me. It's not a lack of responsibility, it's a matter of taking care of yourself.”
Those words reminded me of previous times when she was crying and complaining that I did not express my happiness to her.
After remembering that moment, she realized how clear she saw things in her heart.
She wanted me to have a wonderful, happy experience, but I was acting in a way that didn't show my happiness clearly. She was afraid that I would feel tired or unwell without telling her, and this hurt her.
So, I decided to be honest and thank her sincerely. I hugged her and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mom. I feel really happy here with you and I'm grateful for this wonderful journey."
My mother's face lit up and was happy when she heard my words. She looked touched and moved.
My mother spoke gently, “Carmela, when parents give something to their children and make them happy, it makes them happy too. Thank you for bringing me happiness.”
These were touching and sincere words. I didn't know that my actions and reactions could affect my mother in this way. She was always trying to be strong and strict, but at this moment I was able to see the tenderness and tenderness in her heart.
Together we continued our journey through the forest. The weather was nice and calm, and the sun's rays penetrated the trees and added a magical touch to the place. The silence was pleasant, as if it emanated safety and calm.
Soon we came to a park of white trees. The white trees stretch endlessly, as if forming a corridor forever.
This moment was calm and full of serenity. There was no need for words. I realized that my mother felt the same way.
This trip into the woods was not just a physical journey, it was a beautiful emotional experience to connect with my mother. They were moments of expression of our mutual love and appreciation.
I meditated calmly and peacefully, and these feelings flowed into my heart like a calm wave.
Suddenly, the tree fairy started acting like a joke, and it started to rain.
Raindrops began to fall quickly and gradually increased in intensity, until they reached a level that covered my face and forehead. I didn't have that easy to deal with.
I had never faced the rain alone before, and it was an unexpected surprise. When I saw my mother's surprised face, she shot out her hand to grab me and pull me gently. Our goal was to get under a tree.
When we got under the tree, it started to rain heavily. The clouds looked full of water, which is why it was raining so hard.
Strangely, under the tree there was complete silence. It was as if we were in a completely different world.
My mother said simply, “I never thought we could avoid the rain under the trees like this. It seems that the leaves are not stuck together tightly, so the rain seeps in.”
This was a surprise to me, as I had never imagined that under the tree could be a completely dry place in the middle of the rain. This was a new experience for me.
Suddenly, I felt something falling on me from the top of the tree, she touched my shoulder and couldn't control my reaction. I let out an unprecedented scream when I saw the insect in front of me.
I tried to escape, but I froze in place. The insect was slowly moving towards my face, and I realized it was getting closer and closer. I felt terrified like I was going to cry.
It's time to act. My mother quickly approached, grabbed the insect with her hand and shooed it away.
My mother said gently, "Don't worry, are you a big scare? I took it out, so be calm. This little insect can't harm you."
Those words made me feel touched and safe. I didn't realize she had these feelings and worries about me. She cared about me and tried to calm my fears.
My mother acted sweet and hugged me. She said gently, “Carmela, when parents give something to their children and they make them happy, they become happy too. Thank you truly for bringing me happiness.”
I reflected on these words and realized that my actions and reactions could greatly impact my mother's feelings. This moment was a reminder of the power of the emotional connection between parents and children.
We still walk together on our journey in the forest. The weather was nice and quiet, the sunshine filtering through the trees and adding a magical touch to the place. There was calm, as if it conveyed comfort and security.
Soon we came to a park of white trees. The white trees stretch endlessly, creating an enchanting corridor that seems to lead to another world.
My mother took a little time to rest and walk with me under these trees. I forgot time as we walked around under the shade and enjoyed the fresh air and scenic beauty of nature.
We didn't talk much, but the calm and harmony I felt during these walks was palpable. We had a special language of touches, looks, and smiles, an expression of love, care, and happiness.
After that, our journey through the forest was over, and we arrived at the small house that had been designated for our stay. The house was beautiful and comfortable, and I felt so happy when I saw it.
According to my mother's constant words, it seemed that each individual was assigned a special house according to his position or rank.
Even in a place like the isolated fairyland of a fairy tale, where humans live, human laws operate.
“This year seems to be quiet enough for us to stay in a good place,” the mother said with a refreshed facial expression. “Last year, we couldn’t stay at the place I always go to because of a foreign ambassador’s visit.”
True to her words, the tiny house we were assigned was absolutely beautiful and felt like it was designed with care down to the smallest details.
The hot springs were connected to each house and thanks to that, I was able to bathe with my mother in the hot springs.
My arm had not healed yet so I was still processing it, I felt my arm slowly loosen and shrivel up.
Quietly in the hot water and I was feeling tired and exhausted as the water was too hot for me and I did not enjoy it.
However, when I looked at my mother, I felt that the water was not very hot, and I suspected that she had closed her eyes happily.
It was like torture to me, but to my mother, it seemed so comfortable that she said she relaxed and gently closed her eyes.
Speaking of which, I felt heavy and dizzy for a moment.
In the end, I looked for a way out and couldn't find it, so I turned red and became very ill.
I felt like a frog balancing its temperature with the water until it died.
“Why does a little girl like you endure this torture?.
With an affectionate face, he combed my hair. My mother said as she supported me to stand and sighed.
“No, it's not your fault.”
Then tenderly, she touched my hair.
"Don't bother yourself like that. I love you already."
I laughed shyly.
In fact, if I endured it and my mother comforted me, I couldn't help but repeat it.
No matter how hard I tried to get my way out of the spring, if I was with someone else, I wouldn't have endured for this to happen and I would have desperately searched for the way out.
I closed my eyes and listened to my mother's voice as she came down to me and spoke to me gently.
So, I already know that this will happen, because I like my mother's face very much.
Does my mother know that I make a lot of things exaggerated in front of her?.
I closed my eyes and listened to her gentle voice telling me to stop.
If I felt happy and safe, I probably would have dipped into hot water a few times because I feel safe getting that love from my mother.
But my mother is my mother too. If you have been cheated on once or twice, you will not get cheated on a third time.
My mother has now given me a ceremonial order to check my skin and leave immediately if she thinks I'm overdoing it.
I eventually got out, dressed lightly and walked around the wooden fence. Somewhere the sound of a grass insect sounded and a very round white moon floated like a queen in the sky.
My mother and I took a bath in the thermal spring available inside the complex. Fortunately, the water was very warm and comfortable, which made relaxing underwater an unforgettable experience.
Because I had a slight injury to my arm, I had to keep pinning it. I felt my arm move slightly due to the excessive heat of the water. But I enjoyed the relaxation overall.
When I see my mother, she looks like she is very comfortable in the hot water, as if this water is not too hot for her. While my face was flushing from the heat, my mother was still enjoying herself comfortably.
I was wondering why my mother seemed so comfortable in the hot water. This water may not have been too hot for her, but it was definitely too hot for me.
Finally, after we had enjoyed the hot baths for a while, my mother decided that we should finish and head out. She said to me with a smile:.
"You should stop when you feel it will become uncomfortable. Don't push yourself to the limit."
My mother felt for me deeply. I'm used to being prepared for situations like this. I realized that I couldn't always act like an adult in front of her.
After I was forced to leave the hot bath, I gladly dressed and decided to take a walk around the hut. The night was very beautiful, the moon was bright in the sky.
The deep scent of flowers wafting through the thin night air crossed, and flew. My mother, she seems to like such things. I, too, love such things.
The thoughts were rushing in as if they had been doused with warm water, and as if my heart felt a pleasant itch emanating from it. A smile began to creep onto my lips unexpectedly, and slowly my facial features turned into an unfamiliar softness.
As I walked around, I heard a voice coming from under the picket fence. Is this the sound of a wild animal?.
I focused my gaze on the source of the sound under the wood fence. The grass started moving and shaking again.
Then the movement began to take shape, and a young girl appeared, pulling her hair-covered head from under the fence. This girl was bright-eyed and bold, and at the same time her innocence was amazing.
When I raised a direct question, the girl avoided my gaze and began to take in her surroundings with a lost look. Pleasantly, she thought, at a loss to find her place.
And then, facing us, her gaze never looked away from me. She raised her head confidently.
“I am Barren Melerstra. Daughter of the noble Sir Melerstra.”
I think she is a good professional at presenting herself. This is probably a local aristocratic family.
She looks so funny and smart at the same time.
"What is this place? You're lost, aren't you?"
After carefully examining the area around her, she revealed the face of a truly lost child.
I couldn't help but smile. Calmly, I leaned towards her and extended my hand to help her, but as soon as I did so, I noticed that my arm was not in a good position.
I couldn't present my right hand due to my injury. I offered my left hand instead to help her up, and asked her:.
“Who are you? If you get lost, I will summon a servant to guide you and get you back on track.”
There is only a fourteen-year-old girl in front of me. She was strangely beautiful, combining confidence and innocence in her appearance.
If you handle it appropriately, maybe there will be positive reactions. But I noticed her standing there nervously.
“Sister, is this the result of your husband’s assault?”