Chapter 2: New Start

"I owe you my life and I will repay your kindness."

A voice rang out in the suffocating darkness. I couldn't even tell if it was the girl's voice or a line from a movie I watched a few weeks ago. 

The voice seemed to be distorted by something. Just as I was about to look for the source, a blinding light came to fill my entire field of view. And I was forced to squint.

When my gaze adjusted, there was a blonde woman looking at me with a smile. Her face was so beautiful that it surprised me. Next to her was a dark-haired man who was flashing the same smile.

I didn't understand. Hadn't my body been pierced by a ball of lightning? I should have died with such a severe wound! Was medical technology this advanced? 

Then who were these two? A doctor and a nurse? However, their clothes didn't resemble the image in my head!

Question after question continued to haunt my mind. Then my body suddenly relaxed as the woman gently stroked my head. The comfort I felt made me ignore the questions. 

She then started talking to me. Her words sounded strange. I didn't know if it was a foreign language I'd never heard. But no matter how much I listened to her, I still didn't understand.

The man patted my head. I also felt the same comfort. What was this feeling? I was usually reluctant to have my head touched by strangers, because I felt like I was being disrespected by them. 

However, not with these two. They looked at me attentively and didn't exude an aura of intimidation. In fact, I was so comfortable with their actions.

The woman continued to speak until tears stopped her lips. She immediately kissed my forehead. I could feel a warmth flowing from the point where my skin met her lips. 

It was strange. I had never felt this comfort and warmth other than with my own mother. It was a feeling that I had longed for. 

As I tried to look back at them, my field of vision became blurry. I tried to get rid of something blocking my eyes. My fingers swiped at it. It was a wet feeling.

 

Huh... tears?

 

Something from deep within my soul burst out and I couldn't hold it. Like a flood that washed over me. My body, unable to contain this huge wave, was forced to release it from the slit of my eyes.

I cried out. My screams grew bigger and louder. I no longer thought of anything but letting all these pent-up feelings come out fully.

I could finally cry over my mother's death.

***

Two months passed.

It seemed like I was reborn. A new reality, I was a baby.

I quickly came to this conclusion when the blonde woman carefully picked me up. There was no way that I, a grown man, could be picked up that easily by her. Plus, the physical appearance reflected from the surface of the puddle in the barrel revealed a different figure.

My hair was black and my eyes were brown. It was quite different from my former body.

I had to accept the fact that I had been reborn. To be honest, I wished that my mother had also been reborn. However, that was quite impossible. Being reborn might be luck or mercy from God so that I could live normally this time.

However, when I grew up and became independent, I would visit my mother's grave to thank her for everything she gave me.

Anyway, I had a new body. Unlike my old one, the current body seemed to be able to feel all emotions like a normal human. This was something that I had always wanted. 

Yet somehow, I became too whiny. Every time my butt felt wet, the urge to cry was unstoppable. Every time a strange insect landed on my bed, I would cry too. There were too many things that could make me cry. I was ashamed of myself.

But, every time I cried, my new mom would come and calm me down. Either by giving me breast milk or warm stroking from her fingers. When that happened, I would soon fall asleep.

I wanted to thank my current mom. Although she looked younger than me, she gave me the opportunity to be born into this world in good health. She took care of me as much as she could and gave me plenty of attention. I admired her.

Then my new guy came to see me often as well. Unfortunately, most of the things he did were just making silly faces and I almost threw up. He looked confused every time he saw my reaction. However, I was starting to see that this man didn't understand that he was doing something pointless. 

Please, stop making that silly face.

***

Half a year passed after I was born. 

Finally, I was able to move or rather, crawl. After six months of being stuck in bed with nowhere to go, this was the moment of freedom I had been waiting for.

Crawling with my little legs and hands felt so great. I never thought that crawling could be a nice moment in my life. Could it be that I used to feel the same way?

Again, memories of the past began to fill my mind. And it was common for me to cry and then mom would come to calm me down.

By the way, my parents called me Damna. Although I could not pronounce my own name, at least this new name should be engraved in every cell of my body. 

 

I was no longer Phil. I am Damna.

 

Then, my attention was distracted by the sound of a man laughing. Of course I recognized the laugh. He was the man who became my dad, somehow. A man with a strange sense of humor.

He came closer and then put me on his shoulder. In a way, it was like I was riding him. This was quite embarrassing. I struggled and patted his head with all my might.

However, he laughed instead. 

I realized that the force I expelled from this tiny hand was too small to cause injury. Just wait, O man who seemed to be my dad, I would avenge you.

Although there was a love-hate relationship between me and this man, of course I didn't really hate him. It was just that I couldn't stand him. Maybe because I hadn't found at least one reason to really like him.

This man, who carried me on his shoulder, walked around like a horse. The route was so short because our house was not big. There was only one living room, one dining room attached to the kitchen, two bedrooms, and one bathroom.

All the furniture and walls were made of wood. The floor was covered with neatly arranged stones and the roof was made of straw-like material. On the table was a thick candle that was used at night. It was a tool for providing light at night when there was no firewood to light a fire in the stove.

The more I observed, the more I understood. This place was far from the contact of technology. However, it didn't make sense. Could it be that I was born in an area that wasn't on the world map? I meant, really?

A knock on the door made this man stop having fun. He walked and opened it.

The man with the bushy beard came again. 

As usual, if that man came, then I would be put back into the bed made especially for me. This meant that I couldn't get off this place because it was about a meter high and had sturdy wooden bars. Again, I was trapped in a cage.

Whenever the bearded man came, a serious look came over this guy's face. After finishing his talk, the man with the thick beard left and my father was staring at something outside.

He sighed. Then he immediately went into the room while taking off his clothes. His muscular muscles and six-pack abs were visible. 

Never been a fan of muscular men, but my mom's husband's muscles look buffed. I'd never seen him do any special exercise. Or maybe because I was the one who never left the house. 

Every morning, I heard my mom's husband shouting in a certain rhythm. I guess that was when he was practicing something.

This man wore clothes that look tight and quite thick, and was covered with a cloak. Then... he was carrying a sword! I didn't understand if it was a real sword, because in this modern age, that kind of thing shouldn't be allowed to be used.

Unless this guy was a high-class cosplayer. Maybe that was the reason. Still, it didn't make sense for a cosplayer to live in the countryside like this. 

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He came over, picked me up and kissed my forehead. 

He smiled and quickly put me back in the cage. He waved his hand and I waved back immediately. The door closed and I heard the sound of his quick steps.

Normally, he would wait until mom came home before going out. However, it seems that something urgent happened. Although I didn't understand what exactly happened in this village.

Thinking too hard made my baby's eyes sleepy. I quickly laid down and hoped mom would be home by the time I woke up.

***

6 months passed again.

During these six months, I tried hard to listen to my parents' every conversation. As a result, I began to acquire a number of words with the correct pronunciation and meaning. 

Fortunately, the pronunciation of this foreign language has similarities with English. It was just that there were a number of grammars that are quite different. The alphabet, however, was completely different. There were no Latin letters in this language.

To be honest, I didn't expect to be this fast in learning a language that had absolutely no guidance other than the fairy tale books my parents read to me every night. Perhaps it was because my body and brain were still developing, so it was easy for me to remember.

From my small observations, I was currently in a remote village in Europe. Of course, this was only a rough analysis. Until I explored this place, I could never know the truth.

"Damna! Damna sweetheart! Where are you?" Mom yelled out my name. 

Mom was looking for me. She looked in the cupboards, under the dining table, and in the equipment room. She still couldn't find me. 

She let out a long sigh then gave up and went out of my sight.

I was currently hiding under a pile of clothes next to the door. I had no ill intentions towards her. It was just every time I hid and she managed to find me, her face looking happy. 

I wanted to see her smile and how she pampered me afterward. I didn’t think that was too much for a baby like me right now.

As I stayed silent and kept peeking, my nose picked up a delicious scent. The smell was so appealing that I unconsciously went outside and crawled after the direction it came from.

I arrived at the kitchen and mom looked at me with a proud smile. 

Ah, I was tricked. 

Mom finished cooking and quickly picked up my little body. Then she kissed my chubby cheeks that were attached on both sides.

"I finally found you, Damna." She chuckled. "You must be hungry, right? I cooked something sweet for you."

She stroked my head gently. It made me comfortable. Every day, I felt fulfilled. 

I wanted to repay her kindness. However, I didn't know how.

Of all the things I remembered, there was one that came to mind. It was an action that I thought would make her happy. Actually, I had already trained myself for it. 

I clenched my fingers tightly and extended my hand to gain her attention. 

She looked at me.

"Ma... Ma... Mama."

Mom froze. She was shocked and then the tears came. "What did you say, sweetheart?" 

I repeated my words. "Mama! Mama!"

Mom hugged me tightly again and kissed my whole face like a wild animal. Then she ran out of the house and shouted loudly. 

What I saw was so beautiful. A rural atmosphere with cool breeze that I'd never felt living in the city. Not far ahead, there were two golden-colored wheat fields. Between them was a straight path that led to other small houses. 

On the path, a shirtless man stood and held a hoe in his right hand.

"My dear! Damna can talk!" 

The figure who felt summoned immediately stopped his activities and ran towards the two of us. He was dripping with sweat and his body was glistening in the twilight.

"Say it again, Damna," my mother's husband pleaded.

"Mama. Mama!" 

Ah, suddenly the enthusiastic face of this grown man turned into the face of a child whose toy was taken away. Yes, he bursted into tears and babbled incoherently. Then he kissed my mother deeply. 

After kissing his wife, his attention returned to me.

"Say 'Daddy'," he pleaded again.

"Mama!" 

"Daddy!"

"Mama!" 

He looked awkward. He asked once again to call him Daddy. Of course, I wasn't going to call him that. Think of it as a form of revenge for teasing and tickling me to the point of almost fainting. He did it almost every day when he had the chance!

"Rosch, maybe if we teach him every day, Damna will be able to call you Daddy." 

Rosch looked at my mother and tried to stay strong. "You're probably right, Sonja." 

His lost motivation now returned. But it was no use. No matter how hard he tried, I would try my hardest not to call him Daddy.

The man stroked my head and then said in a soft voice, "I'm worried if Damna can't talk. Most babies around his age already speak one or two words. But my boy only let out a sound when he cried. I thought he would be cursed because he was born on New Year's Eve."

Honestly, I didn't understand what Rosch meant. However, my mother's tears continued to flow. It seemed that I was the only one who didn't understand the situation. Apparently, the superstition in this village was still quite strong. 

Rosch wiped away Mom's tears. They exchanged smiles and then looked at me and immediately kissed my cheek.

"I am truly grateful," he said.

This man's face showed sincerity. It made me melt. Unconsciously, my lips opened on their own.

"Dadda."

His eyes widened.

"Eh? You said Daddy, right?" He was suddenly excited.

I shook my head. "Mama!"

This man kept insisting on admitting that I had called him daddy. Of course, I wasn't going to confess. It was just a coincidence!

A chuckle slipped out of mom's lips. She really seemed to be holding back her laughter. Unfortunately, she failed to do so. She let out a loud sound that surprised me. 

I didn't expect that my mom could laugh so hard like a gorilla.

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