Chapter 6 – No Privacy
When Cray woke up, he was already laying on a small crib made of wood and some cushions, probably 2 cloths knitted together and stuffed with some sort of squishy yet comfortable to be sat on like willow or goose feather of some sort.
The room where he is in at the moment is also built out of wood, it has some windows which frames are also made out of wood. Basically, a wooden house, but he doesn't know how big it is. All he knows is the current surrounding that his in by seeing a through the space between the wooden bars of his crib. The spaces aren't big, just enough for a baby limb to pass through it but too small for their head or torso to pass it through. In other words, a safe crib overall a safe place to put a new-born up to 2 or 3 years old, or in Cray's word, a roofless prison for him. Not that he can walk around, crawl nor even scoot yet. So, it will do for him as in right now.
He then felt something on his little stomach.
"Oh no… am I really have to do this again? I have to, I need to, I must, hufff… but she` only as old as I was back then, I mean a couple days ago, isn't it creepy for me to.., isn't it making me a creep? Well…. I guess there are no other choices, here goes" he then tried to say the word mom but all that came out was a baby cry.
"Owh ya… I forgot that they speak a different language, I guess it works right? A baby supposed to cry whenever they needed something, not a straight up calling mom for another year or two, any moment now" thought Cray after the realization hits him.
Soon enough, the door to the room got opened. But to Cray's` dismay, it`s not who she hoped for to see. There he saw a little version of his mom.
He dumbly stared at the little girl around 6 years old who`s trying to pick him up and talk king in gibberish but with a mallow tone. Probably for soothing him but also to the girl`s dismay it didn`t work. Her little brother cried even louder after a pause on his crying earlier
"I don`t understand what you're saying! Your age is not assuring enough to take care of me! Call your bigger version you dummy! Call our mom!, I`m hungry! Not lonely!"
The girl than stopped what she was trying to do with a dissatisfied look. Shortly, come another little girl who`s even younger than the one in front of Cray right now.
"OH no… here comes another one, and even smaller" yelled Cray even louder in horror.
"What did you do Anya? He wasn't crying so loud earlier, it got louder when you came in" said the girl with dark brown hair and black eyes.
"I should be asking you the same Manda; he cried even more louder when you came in!" The girl with long red hair and green eyes shot back.
Luckily, the person of interest finally came.
"What happened you two? why is Arston crying so loud?" Asked Irvina while wearing a sleep gown.
"She did it!" said both the girls while pointing their index at each other.
Irvina shook her head and said I can't believe this, I left Arston to you two for 15 minutes and you two already made him cry so badly"
She proceeded with checking on her new-born'sdiaper. Seeing that it`s still clean, she than wrapped it again than pull down her gown a bit.
"Hufff… baby`s life, no privacy at all" Cray gave a silent sigh in his mind.
"it's all your fault" said Anya in hush tone
"My fault? I`m the one who should say that, it`s your fault that Arston cried, and it`s also your fault I haven't even carried him yet. Just you wait, once I have my own baby, I'll never let you carry him …. ,or her…" said Amanda did` t want to back off from her sister`s accusation by accusing her back threatening her back with some childish argument.
"Quiet down you two, otherwise you`re going to make Arston cry again" said Irvina to console her two squabbling daughters.
"But mommm…" pled the two sisters trying to bring their mom to their side.
"No buts, if you two still want your tonight`s desserts, you two better get along and no more arguing of who`s fault whose" Irvina threatens her two daughters with the most efficient threat there was for the two.
The pair of sisters than quieten down and start to hugging each other while saying words such "of course mom" or "we`re getting along, right sis?". However, the look on their eyes said otherwise and the tension still there. Even their smile looked stiffed.
Irvina shook her head again seeing her two daughters' fiasco. She ignored it and proceed with strapping her son to her back.
And thus, Cray followed his new mom around their home. It was quite a large two floor house, with a dining room located in the middle of the first floor, a living room right in front of the entrance door which got in between the door and the dining room, a medium size kitchen located to the right of the dining room, it`s not that large, suit enough for 2 or 3 people to cut , clean and cook the ingredients into meals, a stirs that turned to the right at the half which lead to the second floor located at the corner of the dining room, a bathroom located at the side of the living room next to the kitchen, at the back of the house, behind the dining room, there`s a study of some sort with desk, chairs with cushions on it and some book shelves holding rows and rows of books. There`s also a bedroom next to the bathroom which made it adjacent with the dining room and the living room. At the second floor, there're only some bedrooms, 3 to be exact, 1 located on the left side of the stairs, 1 in front of the stairs and another one on the right of the stairs
The house was built with woods of course, thus giving a cottage home vibe, located in some urban areas back on Cray`s place before he got blasted to smithereens. There`s no need for a maid service since Irvina is able to clean and take care of the house by herself. How does a woman who`d just given birth could already walk and do chores after a mir day of perhaps even hours of rest?
It was 3 months after Cray first arrived in his current place. By now, he already can understand a little about the conversations that happened recently. Not the detailed version of it, just some general ideas of what`s being talked about. He also learned about his new name which is Arston due to all the family member keep calling him over and over again which kind of annoyed him a little. Along with his other family member`s names. His mom called Irvina, his eldest sister whose appearance is just like a younger version of his mom called Anya, his second older sister whose appearance is like his dad but with her mom`s features also mixed in is called Amanda, and finally his dad, who`s called Lenfort of whom he didn`t met very often. The man only stayed for a couple of days at home and mostly disappeared soon after for another week or even two.
On that day, he saw his sister Amanda was trying to help his mother and Anya with preparing dinner. But she accidentally cut her finger despite their mom already told her to just stick with the washing and cleaning the vegies. The cut was bleeding quite profusely and she`s crying nonstop. The 4 of them than stopped the cooking and went to a small house located not too far from their home. There`re not many houses built in the surroundings, with the spaces between each house is quite large around 20 meters (65 foot). After a 1 minutes' walk or so, the four of them arrived and knocked on the door. Well, it`s more like a running really, the poor girl`s ting finger is still bleeding even after wrapping a piece of cloth around it. Even the cloth itself got dyed red and blood still dripping and she`s still crying as well.
The door was opened by a nun looking young lady, she`s a 156 cm (5.1 foot) tall in her early twenty`s with a long black hair with a pair of black eyes wearing some sort of white robe. She than looked at Amanda`s blooded left ring finger and hurriedly take her inside and sat Amanda on a wooden chair. She slowly opened the cloth that wrapped the crying girl`s ring finger, there she saw Amanda`s finger which got cut nearly half deep. She than chanted a more gibberish, at least that was what Arston heard. After she finished chanting for two or three seconds, she put her now glowing hand in a white milky glow on Amanda`s finger. Once the the glow dimmed, she removes her hand from Amanda`s left ring finger which now no longer bleeding or even left any scar at all at that.
"What the hell? Thank God I didn`t take pharmacy as my major back then. Otherwise, I'm going to feel wanting to burn my degree right now" screamed Arston in his tiny head while looked like an innocent baby in awe of the light shows.