I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no such thing as privacy. I shook my head in a way that showed that I didn't approve of his behavior.
"Are you crazy? Please come out?" I said.
What I said must have offended Walma. She approached me suddenly.
"I helped my little runt brothers wash. If you don't take your clothes off, I will do it myself. Besides, I won't look at you while you wash," the young girl said with a grin.
She had already rolled up her sleeves and started to touch my underwear. I wasn't used to a stranger acting like this. When I lived with Arwa and Daneel, they respected my privacy. I was very disturbed by the disrespect shown to me. Walma had already realized what I was going to do as I tried to push her away with my hand.
"You little rascal, how can I help you if you don't stand up straight," Walma said.
"Stay away from me, I used to wash myself very well and now I can wash myself very well. Go to your mother who loves you very much," I said angrily.
For some reason, what I said infuriated the young girl. As soon as I finished speaking, she slapped me on the cheek. Not knowing what to do, I put my hand on my red cheek. Although the slap didn't hurt me much, I didn't expect her to treat me this way.
"The woman you see outside is not my mother, but my stepmother. She always had her eyes on my father. After my mother died years ago, she clung to my father like a leech and never left my father again," she said sadly, fixated on the past.
I didn't know whether to be sorry for the embarrassing situation I was in or sorry for Walma. For some reason, I felt sorry for the girl, I felt like I had to make her feel better.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your loss and I didn't know you were your stepmother. I didn't want to break your heart," I said.
"Uhh, whatever, if you want to take off your clothes yourself, you can do as you wish. You'll save me from extra work. Also, let me feel comfortable so that I promise i don't look at your private parts." Walma said.
I carefully took off my underwear and put it in the corner, covered my private parts with my hand and sat on the stool. For the first time in my life, I was going to be washed by someone else other than my mother. Even the thought of it made me uneasy. Crazy girl, I can wash myself very well, why were you stubborn.
Walma took the sack in her hand and started rubbing my waist. She was throwing the sack so hard, I thought she was going to peel my skin. She raised my arms and tried to scrub my armpits. I could no longer cover my private parts with both hands, certain parts of the private area were visible. Walma had not kept her word, she was looking at places she shouldn't have looked. Our eyes met for a while and I looked at her in a way that said that her behavior was inappropriate.He never compromised on his behavior. There was no sign of being ashamed.
"You haven't had a bath in gods knows how long. I want you to stand up straight, you dirty little thing, I'll scrub your whole body thoroughly." Walma said smugly.
"I take as many baths as I need, I'm not going to learn personal care from you," I said.
Instead of my previously red cheek, she slapped my other cheek. It hurt again. I understood now that I shouldn't make Walma angry.
"Awww, why do you keep slapping me?" I said angrily. As soon as I said it, she slapped my cheek again.
"I like slapping you. Red looks great on your cheeks," she said. I didn't want to raise my hand against a woman, as a gentleman, I didn't think it would suit me. I had to do what she said and get away from this crazy girl as soon as possible. Besides, I had foam all over, and now I had to get rid of the foam with hot water. I got up from the stool.
"You shorty, it's time for you to take a hot bath." She told me with a devilish smile.
I was now sure that Walma had gone completely crazy. Luckily for me, the hot water wasn't that hot. If the water had been hot, she would have happily boiled me alive. She started washing my entire body. It was my private parts' turn. No matter how tightly I closed my hands, she hit my hands and asked me to take them away. I didn't want to lose her patience and get another slap. I took my hands away from my private parts. Actually, there was nothing to be ashamed of. I had strained myself unnecessarily. She washed my entire body nicely.
"Wait for me, I'll get a towel," she said and quickly left the room.
Being washed by someone else, especially a beautiful woman, wasn't that bad, in fact, it was a wonderful feeling to some extent. While I was lost in my thoughts, Walma brought a towel made of wool. She bent down and started to dry me with the towel.
"There's nothing left of your sloppy self. You've become a clean and even sweetest boy," she said, pleased with his work.
"I'll be an adult in a week. I'm not sweet, I have a masculine handsomeness," I said.
For some reason, I found myself talking nonsense while talking to Walma.
When Walma heard what I said, she suddenly started laughing. For some reason, I liked her laughing. Sometimes I would get lost in her eyes. Walma noticed this too. I approached her and kissed her on the lips. I liked kissing her and kissed her on the lips again. My behavior must have surprised her because she froze for a moment. Her cheeks and even her ears turned red, and she left the room as if running away without saying anything to me. It was my turn to laugh. I laughed.