"Nina, listen to me for a second...Forget what I said earlier and listen to what I have to say now if you want to gain clarity over the dilemma you are facing in your heart."
Kafka held Nina by the shoulders and told her to focus for a second since she looked like she was struggling to come to a conclusion over this issue, seeing as to how her eyes were going all over the place.
After making sure she was looking at him right in the eyes while having a nervous look on her face, he continued saying,
"I know that you're confused about what I told you just now and that you don't know what to think of the matter, since it's quite absurd for anyone to accept that they unconsciously want to bear someone's child."
Nina nodded her frantically, heavily agreeing to what Kafka was saying, and she even looked at him sharply like she was blaming him for making her think so hard when she spent most of her life living a carefree lifestyle.
"That's why, as a simple solution to your worries, I'm asking you to imagine this situation I'm about to portray."
Kafka said with a solemn look on his face, like what he was about to say was going to bring down the hammer and close this whole case once and for all. He then continued painting a beautiful picture by saying,
"Imagine a scenario where it's a pleasant morning outside...The sun's out high up over the verdant mountains, the blue sky looks like the ocean has been inverted onto the sky, and the white clouds look like a bunch of snow angels."
"...And while the scenery outside is breathtaking, the scene inside of your kitchen, where you and your future children are in the midst of making pancakes for breakfast, is heartwarming as well."
Nina thought of the scene Kafka was trying to visualise.
She let out a smile when the lovely image of her children helping her make the batter for the pancakes, her holding them up so that they could flip the pancakes over, and the sight of them pouring a load of syrup on top of the layers of pancakes they made formed in her mind, which literally seemed like a dream scenario that she could only fantasise about.
Kafka realised, after looking at the gentle gaze that Nina was showing, that she had already developed her own ideal scenario in her head, so he didn't try to elaborate the scene he was trying to create even further.
Nina had a look of struggle on her face as she stammered to tell what she thought.
One would think that she was straining her mind to think of the person she saw coming into the kitchen and was doing her best to come up with the image.
But it actually wasn't like that at all, as Nina had already formed an image of the person who entered the kitchen who had his usual smile on his face, which was similar to the visages of adorable children he was holding in his arms, even before Kafka told her to do so.
And it most definitely wasn't her actual husband since he wasn't as young as the boy she saw in the fantasy, so it was obviously the other option in question who looked very similar to the boy she was sitting on top of right now, which made her entire face turn as red as a tomato.
She felt even more embarrassed when she had confirmed that what Kafka had been saying from the start had been the truth all along—that she was really craving to have him as the father of her children, since she really couldn't possibly think of starting a family with anyone else other than him after meeting him.
Even her husband, who she thought she would make a family with eventually after their relationship warmed up, paled in comparison. She couldn't even imagine forming a half-hearted family with that person anymore, after Kafka had shown her such a bright future that the women of this word could only normally dream of.
To see such a cheerful scene every morning with a husband who loved her dearly and a bunch of her beautiful, lively children hanging off his strong shoulders...What else could a woman her age possibly ask for in life?
Of course there was no way in hell that Nina was going to say this to Kafka.
He was already so crazy about her even after she repeated to him that an actual relationship between him and her was impossible.
One could only imagine how he would act if he were to find that she wanted his child in her womb.
The funniest part was that she didn't just one or two of them, but a bunch of kids, until there wasn't a moment of silence in her house because of all her children playing around with one another.
This was even more shameful to admit since it was the same as telling Kafka that she wanted his cock up in her pussy all the time, until she kept on popping out little babies from that very same hole...