As much as he felt like this would set everyone at ease, Achaka couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. He hadn’t seen Soten in a number of years. Even during his yearly visits to Eruah with Petlya to visit their family, he still avoided seeing his ex-wife.
He was too ashamed of his past actions to face her. Too ashamed to really even mention her or his son until just a month prior to now. The king felt bad, not telling Neese the truth of the matter, but he just didn’t know how to tell her.
And yet here they were now, in Eruah. With both his wife and daughter getting stares for how light their skin and Neese’s hair was compared to theirs. A good lot of the population of Eruah had never seen such people, and knew they had to have been outsiders. At the least, a lot of them recognized Achaka as Onoik, and left them be.
Achaka ended up asking around, trying to find what part of the village Soten might’ve been living in now. Once they got an answer, Achaka led the way toward his ex-wife’s apparent home.
It was small. Definitely a place where someone would likely live alone. It made sense, since Kedon was a grown man now. It was hard to believe that he had a thirty-one year old son, and two seven year olds. …Well, currently one seven year old. He hadn’t exactly told Neese how old his son was just yet.
His hesitance was obvious as he stood in front of Soten’s home, occasionally glancing back at his wife and currently distressed daughter. Neither of them were exactly taking to the heat well, but Rosella was certainly more dramatic about it.
Finally, however, he reached out his hand and knocked on the dark, wooden door.
It was a few minutes before the door would open, revealing a woman that looked as though she may’ve been in her late thirties. Her black hair was in a bun atop her head, and her eyebrows immediately began to furrow at the familiar sight of her ex-husband. Oh, she didn’t look to be too terribly happy to see him.
A small conversation took place between the two of them. Soten appeared to be keeping a lot of anger held back, as she certainly didn’t need to make a scene and frighten the little girl just behind Onoik.
Eventually, after a roll of her eyes, she began to walk into the house. Glancing back again, Achaka motioned for Neese to follow him.
“…Is upset with me. Will see if she will give Hyara some water.” He told her, then entered into the house.
The house itself had a few portraits on display, of a younger looking Soten with a boy in front of her. It had to have been Kedon, Achaka and Soten’s only son.
In another image, there was an image of a man that almost looked like Achaka, if it hadn’t been for his facial hair, with his wife, two children in front of him (a girl and a boy), and a baby cuddled up in their mama’s arms. It certainly didn’t look to be Soten. Achaka recognized his son, but didn’t say a word.
Esse beijo pra mim, mais que um beijo qualquer foi a demonstração mais pura de todo o amor que um sentia pelo outro. Não foi ensaiado, não foi combinado. No calor do momento, no medo da distância, nos olhos e nos sorrisos deles estavam toda a expressão de amor que nenhum “somos amigos nena” conseguiu disfarçar. Um amor em que acreditamos e que esperamos até hoje. E que se preciso for, esperaremos por toda uma eternidade. Feliz Dia Vondy traumadas.