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Chapter 43 - Chapter 42

Walk into the kitchen, Camellia walk and make some noises to make her mom know about her presence. She would never pull a prank on her at the kitchen that will cause some bloody incident. Again.

Once when she younger, Camellia make her mom shocked that end up her mom cut her fingers. It two fingers that received deep wound by the blow of the sharp knife. She regret that she ever done such stupid action. Her mom can't cook any meals for the whole week and Camellia keep on blaming herself for the injuries she caused.

Although it start with the intention to jokes around, it end up caused injuries to her beloved mom. Since that day, she always behave herself as soon as she step in the kitchen. For others, that maybe a small injury but for her, the blood she had seen remind her of death. She don't want to lose her mother, so she stop doing such pranks when at the kitchen. She won't let the same thing happen ever again. Especially towards her parents and it will not cause by her. No. No. No. Never again.

Camellia walks in and start a conversation as if there is nothing will happen. She pretend that she have nothing in her mind that will cause a heart broke to her parents. In which she know that it will happen sooner.

"Hi, mom. What are we going to have for dinner tonight? I felt famished even though I do nothing much after lunch."

"Oh… hi, Lia darling. We are going to have some mushroom soup with garlic bread so get that you can sleep peacefully with a full stomach later. And for dessert we are going to have a chocolate brownies. I still remember that you said you craved for it. Hope you don't mind having the food I have prepared.

"You might even sleep with smile on your face. How was your nap? You sleep quite longer than always. Are you okay? Did something bothering you? Did you catch a cold?" Here's come again, the mom who concern of her child health but not herself. Camellia's mom asked non-stop questions for her child as soon as she take a peek at Camellia's face.

She keep worry about her daughter well-being after being confined in the house for almost a week. If the situation keep showing no changes, it will not be good for Camellia's physical and mental health. Every night she pray that the war will stop sooner and the warriors will stop their search on Camellia.

"Mom… I'm just fine. There is really nothing happen much as I stay inside the house all the time. What makes you think that?" Asked Camellia back to her mother. She one hundred percent sure that there is no trace of her cried left on her face.

"Nothing really. It just that you might get bored stay inside with me, the old lady in the house. Anyway can you help me? The soup already done, I need your help to prepare the table. Put the thick rag in the middle of the table, I will lift the pot and take it to the table. That way we can wash less dishes later. Don't you think it is a great idea, darling?"

"Hahaha… yeah no problem, mom. And it is indeed a great idea. As for your information, you are not that old, you are just a middle aged lady. Why would I get bored stay inside? I can as lazy-ass as I can." Replied Camellia savagely.

'And today might the last day you will meet me. I hope my decision I make will not crushed your heart too much. I'm sorry but I want you to stay alive and healthy when I'm gone. But no worries, I will find the most perfect time to escape if as soon as I can. Later, when I do succeed we will leave these place and build new house in a new place that nobody can take me away again. I will make sure I'm the one who will be the one who take care of both of you until the last moment in your life. Just wait for a little bit more.' Thought Camellia with dejected look at her mom's back.

She only jump back to reality when the sudden 'bang' of the door closed by her father. The cutleries in her hand fall on the table with the loud noise that shocked her. She make a funny face at her dad as he look at her.

"Dad… you make me shocked. I almost have a heart attack." Complain Camellia to her dad with a pouting mouth. While her dad just look at her with a few chuckles left his mouth. Who would have known that Camellia will have such reaction to the door sound. When the both of them about to start an argument, Camellia's mom intervention make them both take their sit at their respectively place.

"All right people, I hope you still remember that we are about to start our dinner. If none of you want to eat please go to your room. I want to have a peaceful dinner without any arguments. Understand?"

"Understand ma'am." Replied both of them at the same time. They both make a cheeky face as they both reply and then laugh loudly and almost fall down their chair with the unexpected synchronize. All Camellia's mom can do is shake her head with their act. They were acting like they both some five years old kids.

"Honey, you have not wash your hand yet. Go and clean them before touch anything on the table."

"Oh yeah. Almost forgot about that. Let me go first before we start our meal." Not long after that, Camellia's dad take her seat again and fill her bowl with some soup and dipped one third of the bread into it. Only after he take a bite, Camellia and her mom take their own bite too. It was like one of the house rules that need the head of the house to take a bit first and then followed by others.

Later after finish the meal, Camellia sit at the living room couch and spend some of her last minutes of her time before leaving without the parents' consent. She talk about her everything that cross her mind and force her parents to put on her handiwork knitting the winter outfits.

The outfits perfectly sit on their body as if she already know how much of yarn she need to use for both of them. The colour of the clothes suit the skin colour very well. Camellia feel proud of herself with such outstanding outcome.

Only after she massages both of their feets and hands did Camellia bid them good night and walk back to her room. She quickly wear the clothes she needed to face the harsh weather that she already prepared and wait for the time to leave.