RDD 43

Chapter 43



After Penelope helped Sophia pick her toy, which was Barbie as expected, we decided to return to Corazon's house. 


It was 9:30 when we finished everything. December 24 was obviously a busy day and we saw a lot of people walking around. 


When we reached the city hall, Simeon and his tricycle was waiting for us. 


"I'm sorry. Did you wait long brother?"


"No, I just arrived," Simeon said and put two kilograms of pork chops inside the tricycle.


Pork was one of the main sources of meat in the Philippines aside from chicken. In fact, cow meat and goat meat were not usually eaten. They were expensive, unlike pork and chicken. 


"Looks like you had a good time. That's good." He smiled and rubbed Sophia's head. The little girl giggled as she let Simeon pat her. 


"Then, let's return home."


"Okay."


Early in the morning, we achieved what we needed the most. We safely deposited the money in the bank and spend our time bonding. We ate in a famous restaurant... Well, a famous fast-food restaurant and bought Pokemons and other toys. 


Seeing my kids happy with what they got made me happy too. We happily returned to the house. 


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When we got there, everyone was already awake and preparing for Christmas. 


-- mmweekk--!


Sophia almost yelped when a sudden shriek came by. 


"Mommy, what's that?"


"Honey, don't think about it. It's just noise." 


Penelope hushed and rocked Sophie to soothe her. Sophia reluctantly nodded although she was scared and curious. 


"Looks like Father is killing the goats." Simeon shrugged after seeing the little girl's reaction. 


"Goats?" 


I was shocked. 


'Is that how a goat scream when getting butchered? I only heard an ear-piercing cry of a pig but I never heard a goat cry.' 


I was seriously curious as well. 


"Is that how goats scream?"


"Yes."


"Dad, I want to see it!"


Huh? 


I looked at Roman with a frown. Was he really curious to see a goat getting killed? 


'I was young when I first saw a chicken getting bloodlet. And to be honest, I felt nothing. Instead of being sad about the chicken's death, I felt grateful that I have a delicious chicken leg to eat.'


My other self was born in the middle class and our life was never easy. 


Have you eaten a bowl of rice with nothing but salt? I did. 


Sometimes, there were instances where I have to drink water because that was the only thing we have. Even eating three times a day was a blessing. Heck, I even salvage food from garbage dumps. 


So eating meat was a kind of luxury when I was young. Fortunately, my father decided to work overseas just to give us a good life. I respect my father very much, I know how hard it was to work in a strange country where you can't speak their language. 


Just to give us a better life, my father did everything. 


Suddenly, a single tear rolled from my eye. I recalled those moments... I miss my parents, I feel guilty that I never return the favor to my parents. My heart felt heavy. 


"Honey?"


Penelope looked concerned as she approached me. 


"No, I'm fine."


Look at me. The topic started from goats getting killed to my father's hardship. Sometimes, inner monologue jumped really far. 


"Hm." Penelope nodded but it was obvious that she was worried.


"I will not stop Roman but Sophia is not allowed."


Roman was already old and he understood the reason why we were killing goats. 


"Okay, Dad." Roman started running away and went to his grandfather.


I carried our belongings and took Sophia back to the room. 


Sophia yawned and weakly closed her eyes. She was a baby and she usually napped every noon. Penelope prepared her small bed and put Sophia down. The little girl was sleeping peacefully, perhaps she was happy because she had another barbie. 


"Are you okay Honey?"


After making sure that Sophia was sleeping, Penelope approached me and hugged me from behind. 


"I'm fine. I just remember something."


I shrugged as she put her arms around me. I hold her hands. 


"I love you."


"I love you too." I smiled at that. 


Some people said that saying 'I love you' to your loved ones was cringe and awkward. But in my opinion, being honest with my wife was the best decision in my life. 


'I'll never get tired of telling her how much I love her.'


I turned around and faced my wife. Then, I kissed her forehead down to her lips. 


My lips had contact with hers for a millisecond. Then, my wife made a move and kissed me tenderly. We started making out while inside the room. 


"Mmm~" She weakly gasped. 


Of course, we didn't go that far. We are adults. Doing deed while our daughter was sleeping next to us would be stupid. As their parents, we want to show them proper parenting.


"I will look for Roman."


"Hm." Penelope nodded. 


She was breathing hard after intense kissing. She smiled at me and hugged me again. 


For unknown reasons, my hands were possessed by the devil and I subconsciously grabbed her ass. 


"!!!"


Penelope was surprised and almost pushed me away. However, perhaps she recalled that I was depressed so she stayed still and let me have a feel. 


"I'm sorry, I never know that my hands will do it." 


I immediately apologized but seeing Penelope with teary eyes and a bright red face, I gulped hard. 


"Go." She muttered and I decided to leave. 


We both know that once we take another step, there might be a chance that we will do it to the end.


'... I don't know if it's a good thing that I have a condom in my wallet or not'.'


I bitterly smiled... I have to take a few seconds of rest to calm my 'nerves'.