(Arata)
We settled at the dinner table. Mom and Aunt Huria sat on either side of me. Zaylen and Stella took their seats opposite us while Baba perched on his designated head seat.
Thankfully, I wasn't nauseated at that moment, just hungry.
I filled my plate with some rice and sauteed veggies—a bowl of stew.
Everyone threw casual glances at my plate but I knew they were ensuring I had enough. The chatter and clutter began.
Aunt Huria rubbed her hands together and cast a very subtle look towards Mom and Baba.
"It's time to tell the real love story of you two love birds."
Zaylen and Stella's ears must have pricked as they exchanged glances with me. I only knowingly smiled and let Aunt Huria do the deed.
Baba had a confusion reflecting ripple on his forehead while Mom busied herself in fiddling with the food on her plate.
"Go on, Aunt Huria. I want to hear it."
