orchid

chapter : 11

Singto wanted to celebrate the naming ceremony with more luxury,
But I refused.

I didn’t wanna gain any attention.
It was only me, gardener uncle, aunt maprang, uncle jemmy and him.
The prist started chanting.
Soon the blessing ceremony came to an end.

"Now name the baby"
I have already decided.
I smiled, "Joe"
Singto looked at me "you didn’t tell me, you have already decided the name"
Nodding "a long time ago"
Priest asked "please say the full name in his ears"
"Joe Perawat"
"What?"
I looked at singto.
"Perawat? My son will not be a Perawat. He is a Ruangroj."
I looked calmly towards him.
"Singto, We are not married."
With that he stopped.

______________________________________

It's been two weeks.
My life is quiet, like way too quiet.
Singto is busy in his life and me with my little Joe.

Joe is a good boy, never makes his mama sad.
Uncle jemmy is constantly requesting me to register Joe in Ruangroj family tree. But I said no.
I am never gonna do that.
My son should stay outside the family drama. This family is dangerous.
They can do harm to anyone or make anyone vanish in a single pick.
No one will even snitch about it.

"Uncle, you know I want my son safe"
"Yes, and he will be safer with the name - position in the family"
"If he takes the name he will get more attention from the inside and outside families. They can do anything. I just wish for my son a normal life. Nothing else."
"But, Singto is really upset about it"
"Good then. I will have more time with my son, alone."
"Krist, you are taking this too much lightly. If your son doesn’t get the recognition, do you think he will get any of Singto's properties?'
I stilled, looked at uncle and smiled,
" that's even better, i don't want my Joe to get involved in any of his activities, me and my son will leave a normal life"
Uncle huffed and started cussing but I didn’t pay any heed to him.

My Joe was smiling at me.
This was more than enough.

______________________________________

Like this one year has passed.
My little Joe is bigger now.
Last week, they celebrated Zeze's son Ming's birthday. It was a like big festival. It went on for three days.

But today, nothing.
For my son, no big parties, no cakes, no food festivals, nothing.
Aunt maprang wanted to throw a big dinner party but I refused.
I am enough for my baby.
From the early morning, I prepared his favourite foods.
I baked the strawberry cake with my own hands from scratch.
Uncle has also come during lunch with gifts for my Joe.
Being the good kid, he took the only gift he got with extreme happiness.
Aunt maprang gave him money to which I said no. So my little Joe returned them. This little man understands everything even in this little age.

And for Singto.
He is out of the town.
Like he couldn’t miss his firstborn's birthday but he could miss my baby's.
The little one asked for his father three times from the morning but when I said he could not come he cried. He misses his father alot.
But his father doesn’t seem so.

"I told you to give his name"
Uncle again started.
"And then what? Give my son to Zeze.
Singto was going to give zeze's name as his mother name. I won't let that happen. My son will have my name. He needs only me. No one else."
"Why don't you get that Singto is literally removing himself from Joe's life. One day he will totally lose his interest in this family."
"Then that day I will gladly leave, with my son."
Uncle sighed, he was about to say something again but got cut by Aunt.
"My son isn’t that shallow to forget his family"
I looked at her and smiled.
Uncle left without another word inside the kitchen. He is angry at aunt.
They both don't talk to each others.
Aunt took my hand in hers,
"Forgive my son please. He is just busy. Not that he purposely didn’t come."
I snickered and nodded "like he could postpone his meetings for Ming but not for Joe. Like he can take Ming with him to park but not Joe. Like he could spend his weekend with Zeze but not with me."
Aunt sobbed "forgive me child, I couldn’t be the good mother"
I laughed loud "no you are a good mother, but i am not good enough, when he wanted my body he did as his wish, but now he is bored, so i am also useless like his freaking obsession towards me, but aunt tell me one thing - what has my son done? doesn’t he deserve his father's little affection?"
Aunt wiped my tears "i know son, but i know this much he is never gonna forget you or son, he loves you both"

I cried loudly, cussing my fate.
"Ma, don't cry, Joe will not ask for Dada again" my little sunshine clutched my leg, shedding fat tears.
What a bad mother I am?
Making my son cry - feeling bad.
I took him in my arms.
"No my love, I am not crying. We were just too much happy. That's why we shed tears"
My son looked at me quizzingly,
"Too much happy?"
I nodded "yes son, people also cry when they are too much happy and today is my love's birthday."
"Ok then I am also too much happy"
He smiled big, forgetting everything.
"Now Let's go cut your cake"
We four cut the cake and had dinner.
Gardener uncle also came.
We had our little party filled with giggles, happiness, and amusement.

______________________________________

It took three ours to clean the house uptodate. I have removed all the househelps. We don't need them. The house isn’t that much big. Me and my son work hand in hand. My Joe, being small, even he helps me with chores.
He is a really good boy.

Now the clock showed one in the midnight. Joe has fallen asleep.
I was also very sleepy but I stink badly. So I took a hot shower.
Releasing all the tensions.

When I came outside the bathroom, the sight before me- made me surprised.
I yelped loudly.
"Ssh... He is sleeping"
Seeing him adorning my son, made my anger melted.
"What are you doing here?" i said in a low voice.
He looked in a duh look "it’s my son's birthday and this is my house"
His answer made my vanished anger arouse again "his birthday was yesterday"
He looked at me but stayed silent.
So I took my cue inside the dressing room.
I was about to wear the cotton shirt but a touch of cold metal made me stop in the midway. Looking up I saw a rose gold pendant was gripping my neck. It was beautiful. But the expensive look of it couldn’t stop me from slapping the shit out of Singto.
Me and him both didn’t see that coming. My hand worked automatically.

He smirked and gripped my neck for real this time and kissed 'more like tore' my lips with his teeth.
After suffocating and choking me to death he left me.
I took large huff of airs.
It felt like i touched the death more nanoseconds.
He then didn’t give me a chance to say anything dragged me and threw me on the bed.
"Do..Don't he is sleeping"
I wanted to shout but my voice got stuck.

He didn’t say a word, just stripped all of his clothes and laid in the bed with me above him and Joe on his left hand. I was terrified of his next movement. I didn’t want my son to see me miserable, begging for mercy.
"Sleep" he whispered
Caressing my tensed body.
My nerves clamed immediately.
The pathetic side of me.
Getting comfort from my tormentor.

______________________________________

I woke up from the commotion downstairs. Not finding Joe in the bed, I ran downstairs.

Saw, my Joe laughing, making sandwiches with his father.
Who was doing silly faces to make him laugh more loudly.
My son was happy.
That's all that mattered.

"Oh, you woke up. Go freshened up. Breakfast is ready."
Joe came running "ma ma look dada made sandwich"
He was beaming with happiness.
"Did you brush?"
"Yes dada did"
"Krist go and change in to something good."
I looked at him, fearing i asked
"Why"
"We are going outside"

______________________________________

Sorry for being late