The next morning, Calista obsessively looked at her husband who reminded her of sleeping beauty, a story she chanced upon in a certain world she went to do a task.
How wonderful it would be if he were like a sleeping beauty. At least she didn’t have to worry about a lot of things. Let him sleep for a long ti until her heart was calm.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t a sleeping beauty, and she didn’t dare turn him into one. So, she could only curb her madness and reluctantly sat on the bed.
It was morning, and the rooster had crowed two tis already. Although she didn’t want to wake up, she didn’t have a choice. It was one of those days when she needed to move her limbs and work hard.
After not visiting the river for a long ti, the laundry had piled up, and it was an item to wash it.
Susan would be dropping in a while to bring her to the river.
Although she didn’t want to leave her husband’s warm embrace, she was still a woman and, as a woman; she needed to work.
So after reluctantly waking up, she put on the sandals that were by the bedside and left the bedroom silently, without making a lot of noise.
Unknowingly, as soon as she left, a smile crept on Orson’s face before he found a comfortable position and returned to sleep.
Calista went to the bathroom, where she washed her face and brushed her teeth before returning to the bedroom. In the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe and picked a fresh black outfit which she wore before leaving the bedroom once again.
As it was early in the morning, her reason for waking up apart from doing laundry was to make food. Since she would be spending a while at the river, she wanted to leave her husband with food to keep him for the day.
She didn’t want him getting tempted by any hussy’s food just because she was too lazy to do so.
So that early morning, she handled the pots and in less than two hours, she not only packed two al boxes for him but two for herself as well as so for Whitey.
After dishing everything, she washed the plates and cleaned briefly the kitchen. As for the main house, she would leave that to Orson. He was pretty good at cleaning.
Calista took a nice bath and let the warm water wash away all the chilliness that seeped into her bones because of waking up early. Winter was truly approaching, and she could feel it.
After bathing, Calista picked a brown dress, another uniform of hers whenever she was doing laundry.
By the ti Orson woke up naturally and properly, Calista was busy checking the dicine bottles with a frown on her face.
"Wifey, good morning!" he greeted cheerfully as soon as he saw her.
Without panicking, Calista turned her head around and looked at her husband, who looked so handso even when waking up. If it wasn’t for the damn scar she recklessly put there, he would be perfect.
"Morning, hubby. Did you sleep well?" she asked smilingly, her gaze on him, not shying from looking at him.
Being used to being stared at like that, Orson didn’t feel any discomfort, but he was rather happy.
"I slept exceptionally well. Are you going sowhere?"
"Um, I am going to the river with Susan today. It’s laundry day!"
"Oh! Can I go with you?"
"Not today. I have other things for you to do!" she rejected straight away.
Hearing that firm answer, he only chuckled, loving how she was a jug of vinegar. Her jealousy knows no bounds.
"I will stay at ho or maybe go and see if I can find a prey or two outside!"
"Then be careful. Anyway, before I leave, I want you to have this. It’s dicine. You dab it on your scar. Don’t use too much but use moderately. It will heal your scar!" Calista suddenly said as she looked at him affectionately.
Orson froze as he looked at the dicine bottle that Calista was handing over to him.
"Are ... you .... Are you sure you want to give sothing that precious?" he stuttered as he looked at her, disbelief and shock written all over his face.
Calista, seeing that, couldn’t help but chuckle heartedly as she walked towards him.
"You are my husband and since I decided to trust you, then this is how I apologize. You have a handso face, so you should walk out there proud. Get rid of the scar and only when it’s not there will I show the world that you are mine!" she said shalessly as if she wasn’t the one who caused the scar in the first place.
Hearing such domineering words, how could Orson, who had been itching to get his hands on this dicine, not accept such a gift?
"This ... then I will accept it. But if I take it, what about you?"
"Haha, don’t worry about . There is more from where that ca from. You can keep this bottle and use so to make a concoction and drink it occasionally. It has great healing qualities and can heal internal wounds. So, make sure you keep it safe and don’t lose it!" Calista explained further as she placed the bottle in his hands.
Orson grasped the bottle as if he had been gifted a pardon to the king. Seeing how much the bottle seed to an a lot to Orson, Calista beca happy. At least she had given him sothing that he liked and was useful to him.
It would be sad if she didn’t manage to give him what he wanted. Of course, there was one thing she didn’t dare tell him. What she had given him was a diluted version of the original.
What this dicine could do, the original could do better. Unfortunately, no matter how much she trusts a person, it wouldn’t be to the extent of revealing so hidden cards she received after completing her world-hopping tasks.
"Thank you, I will use it wisely!" Orson, after a while, expressed his gratitude, oozing with sincerity.
Calista freely waved her hands, and said smilingly, "Don’t say that. We are family!"
And before Orson could respond and say touching words which would make her reluctant to leave, Calista bade her husband farewell and even forgot to tell him about the food she had left for him in the kitchen.
Leaving the hill as if running for her life, Calista descended with a big basket full of dirty clothes and linen, and a food basket which contained her two al boxes.
Whitey escorted her until she was at the bottom hill before a slithering sound sounded in the nearby grass.
Whitey, hearing the sound, imdiately zood away, leaving just a mirage that he was once been there, disappearing into the grass as well.
’Seeing your sibling and you forget your mother. What an unfilial child!’ she cursed inwardly as she shook her head, looking in the direction those two were playing.
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