“Mother! I’m home!” Waalt shouted as he entered the spacious four-section compound.
“Oh, you’re early today. Would you like some red bean soup?” Waalt’s mother, Elisa, asked.
“No, I’m not hungry and I’d better get ready to help out in the garden…”
Walking toward his room, Waalt thought why he must do this ritual weekly and whether his mother would ask him something else besides offering red bean soup. He knew mother meant well but he wished there was more of communication and interaction.
As the bedroom’s door was pushed open, Waalt immediately noticed something was wrong: one of his books was apparently taken out and put back because it slightly stuck out compared to the other aligned ones. His meticulous manner with certain things was an innate attribute as he always told himself.
Then, he quickly groped under his bed to make sure the little mahogany box hidden in a small drawer was there. Waalt spent two nights surreptitiously making this personal treasure safe. Unless one completely dissected the bed, it would be hard to perceive there was another covert world full of dark secrets and overwhelming enlightenments of Waalt's…
“Shit! It’s already 7:05. I got to go down to the garden otherwise father would be furious,” said Waalt. He calculated and decided to fix the problem he just found in his room later tonight while running rapidly to the lush green vegetable 'hell'.
“Good morning, father! I’m here,” saluted Waalt.
“Hmm, start work now,” answered sternly James.
“Gosh, I hate it when he says that, just freaking gets on my nerves…” murmured inside his head as Waalt reached a sickle. The half-crimsoned tomatoes seemed to show off their brawny bodies and laughed that Waalt had to work again under his father’s twisted dignity.
“Damn the tomatoes! Keep laughing as much as you want now but soon I will let you guys know who is really in charge!”
…To be continued.
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