Chapter 58 Book

I slowly stretched my neck due to excessive numbness. I've been bent over for hours and just staring at the laptop. All the lights in the room are off and only the screen light illuminates it. I almost done with my manuscript. I will just write about me and who this novel is for. It's just funny because I almost don't want to stand here just to finish and pass it on to Ms. Aya, to my editor.
It's February so the books will come out again and the contract will be signed again. What should have happened then will be done this year. My most awaited and dream when I was a young woman. From my seat I could see my son moving out of bed, facing the window where his arm was resting on my left side where my bed was. I knew what was going to happen next and I wasn't wrong. It moved my right arm and patted my bed. I turned off the laptop then prepared to stand up, as my son sat up slightly.
"Ma?" it calls but I don't say a word.
I just watched my son scratch his eye and then get off the bed. He rolled his eyes all over the room, he didn't seem to notice me because I was at the end and it was dark in this part, only the moonlight gave light to the room. I just laughed as it came out of the room. He scratched his head and then closed the door. I walked then he followed. Wearing his blue pajamas and thick t-shirt he headed straight to the far end of the hallway.
He opened the door and then entered. I slowly went there and my son came up to me turning off the light on the lampshade and then slowly climbed into bed where his father was. He stared at Zeke's face, then kissed his forehead. I just smiled because of the way he breathed. He leaned over his father's head and then leaned over facing his father, hugging him and looking at his father because of his slightly raised head.
I waited a little longer, until I could see that he was very well. Shaken I went back to the room, turned on the light and the cabinet. Maybe it's time to go back to the people who taught me how to trust. I pulled out a large bagpack and then sorted through Gale's clothes and my dress.
Only three days of dress because holiday on Monday. I took two books off my bookshelf and then signed them. I don't have to write a letter because my gratitude to them is in the book because they are the reason why I learned to give a chance. I also lost news of them so I should just visit them. The next day I was taken aback by the children's laughter. Before I could get out of bed I immediately saw Gale and the two twins on the terrace. I quickly got up and went their way. They laugh as someone points out what.
"What are you doing here? The next morning, go to sleep," I told them sleepily so it faced
"Mama," Gale smiled at me then hugged my thigh.
Inah smiled broadly as Van waved at me. "Good morning, aunt. You look sleepy," Inah muttered, catching their father's eyes.
"Why are you here in my room? Huh?"
"We're just wanting to visit you. Breakfast is raw," Van replied, who has been here for four years.
"Okay, I'll fix myself. You go to the chin first," I held their hand then helped them out of the room.
"You should take a bath first, before you eat," Inah added as I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, Ma'am. You can go downstairs. I'll bathe my son too," I politely told Veron's children who smiled.
"Muy bueno, tiá! Adios Gale," Inah said happily, who was very happy that Gale nodded.
I lost sleep in that language they often used whenever they talked to each other. Their run down the stairs echoed in the hallway, making me nervous because they might fall. But I just laughed because of Veron's shout. That's just everywhere.
"Do you understand your cousins?" I asked so my son looked up at me.
"Yes, they taught me. I heard my aunt talking like that," he replied then I took off his clothes to take a bath.
"Really? And what words you had learned with them?"
"Van taught me the basic words like, hola, the three greetings like diaz, tardez, and noches. And tiá it means tita. And so on, mama."
"And what words you had learned from your aunt?"
"Hmm, I always heard the word mierda," he replied raising my eyes.
"I asked her what does it mean, and aunt said that's a bad word," he added then removed the bubbles from his face. "If that's bad, why she kept saying that word po?" its astonishment that I closed my eyes.
I don't know if I should be thankful because he's here or I should be cursing him. After I explained all his questions, I took care of them. I also prepared the bag that others noticed. I also said goodbye to mama and papa. Uncle will drive for us.
"Ma? Look! Ma! There's a blood!" Gale shouted, causing the rest of us to stand up.
"W-Where?" I asked incredulously.
It ran towards me and then something was released in the back. A book. One of my writings.
"This. Is this blood mama? Design?" its teaching on the bookcover of my book with blood design.
I almost fainted because of the pain I felt before. I just sat next to Veron who was still laughing because of our actions. Even they, uncle, have just been caught up in the sense.
"Y-Yes, Gale."
"You wrote this, Mom?" he asked again as I nodded slowly.
It sat on my thigh, and then stared at the book almost just published five months ago. "Triple Mission? Oh! You dedicated this to Lolo Zorteo, and Lola Allyxon— mm."
"It's not for you. You're too young to read this," I grabbed the book he was holding, which he frowned at.
"Is that all about bang! Bang!" hunt it with the little finger.
I took a deep breath then nodded. I don't want him to read this thing because he's too young. If I could just tell the story of what happened then, just don't let him read.
"Is that bad?" I did not answer.
I also didn't know how to explain it to him correctly. When he was young, it was inevitable that he would throw a lot of questions because he could not understand.