Chapter 22: The Second Request

Chapter 22: The Second Request

"Ah Kafi! Quickly put me down! The stew that I've kept on the stove is going to boil over!" My mom's head shot up from my shoulder once she remembered that she still hadn't finished cooking.

Seeing that the request was over, I reluctantly put my mother down and let her go over to the stove to deal with the pot that was steaming.

"Is the dinner ready, mom, or does it need a little more time?" I asked while taking out the plates from the drawer.

"It's finished, Kafi. Just let me bring the dishes over and set the plates on the table so that we can have our dinner." My mom stirred the pot and added some finishing touches to the dishes she made.

"I already set the plates, mom. You don't have to worry about it."

"Eh? You did?" My mom turned around and was surprised to see that the plates were arranged on the dining table near the living room, and the cutlery was also neatly laid by the side.

"That's suprising...You usually hate laying down the plates and would refuse whenever I asked you to. At one point, you got so fed up with me asking you to help out that you made a plate of food for yourself and went to your room to eat. After that happened, you did the same thing every day and ate your meals in your room all alone."

My mother talked about my previous self, who was a garbage son no matter how I looked at it. And when my mom told me that I ate my dinner all alone, she was also indirectly stating that she too ate her dinner all alone, without her son like she wanted to, which I could see from the tinge of gloom in her eyes.

I could only imagine the number of nights she wished to have a pleasant dinner with her son and talk about what happened in his day, only to be rejected and pushed away by her brat of a son.

"That's all in the past, mom. Forget that even happened...From here on forth, as long as I'm in the house, I'll be having my meals at this dining table with you by my side." I said, which made my mother give a deep smile as if she were relieved, and she was grateful that she could enjoy the food she made with her beloved son.

"Oh no, Kafi! You don't need to pick that up. Let mommy do it for you, in case you burn your hands."

When I tried to pick up the pot of hot stew she made, my mother intervened and tried to do it herself just in case I burned myself.

"My baby boy, who I used to carry around on my shoulders, is now old enough to carry his own mother like it's nothing...My little Kafi has truly grown up, hasn't he~"

Fuck me...I swear that this woman before me has the ability to make my emotions go all over the place with her words. Whenever she says anything sentimental that revolves around her son, I feel like tearing up a bit.

I don't know if it's because of the loving way in which she says it, where you can literally feel how she adores you with every word of hers, or if it's because I'm desperate for motherly love since I've never received it as a child.

But this lady before me who calls herself my mother knows how to play my heart like a fiddle, as I'm experiencing more turbulent emotions in these few minutes I've spent with her than in my entire adult life.

I'm not even overstating it, as I don't even think that my emotions fluctuated this much when my life was on the line for those years I've been chased down.

So this is the power of a mother's love...How horrifying.

Ding~

[A message has been sent from the Gods]

[The God of Harvest Ivanova sends a request: Make your mother sit on your lap and personally feed you]

[Successfully fulfill the request and gain the Gods satisfaction and approval]

[Fail the given request and you will be turned into manure to fertilize the fields]

Make my own mother sit on my lap and feed me like I was a child...Now how am I supposed to do that?