My Father's Man

                                    

                                          
|🌀|Aonung POV:
I finally reached the door of my cabin as I walked on a cloud on my way here, or well that's how it felt, I had never been asked on a date before, any date with anyone before, it was a weird feeling being asked out just like that.
It did happen before, just in general some girls asking me something like ' Hey wanna see each other tomorrow? I know a place~ 'with weird stuff like that, most of the time targeting more than just a small dine-out and maybe a hold of hands, clearly more, something that I don't necessarily enjoy,
But with him, it felt so much different, like my tummy was filled with butterflies all around making me float above the ground, I never felt something like that before, it felt nice like a warm hug from the inside.
I just hope this doesn't make me less of a man because Dad told me multiple times that the Man asks the lady out not the other way around, and the only expectation is when the man is mute. Stuff like this all the time, that it's an unhonorable thing to be asked out on a date as a man, a man should be strong, and able to do everything for his village and family, to respect his wife and so on-
Old things, old people learn if you ask me, I respect my father and all the lessons he teached me along the way, but only sometimes, and maybe more often now since I met Neteyam I don't think everything that he taught me is working nowadays and pretty much are ok for the both of the ones in a relationship.
I got a bit thrown off when I opened the door of my cabin, getting all of those thoughts off as I watched kind of annoyed the empty table, it was clearly I was a bit late to the dinner but still, no food already ready or in the middle of being made? what was happening here?
" Um? Reya? " I asked out loud, looking for my sister, I looked around and then I caught with my eye her room, being closed, so I began going and reaching for it to knock, " Reyaaa? You there " I said once again,
" Yeah- I'll be out in a minute " I heard her from the other side so I went to the table and looked at the kitchen cabinets we had a small snack until me and my sister could start and make the dinner for tonight.
After a few minutes, like five or something she finally joined me at the table, " Wanna cook something? " She asked me in this weird tone, it looked pretty clear that it was faked, she was forcing a pitched, hype tone like she usually talks, " I don't know, maybe some sea shells with something- but are you okay? " I asked right after,
She looked at me a bit from the side as we were both at the cabinets, I was with the down part of my back laid by the lower cabinets as she faced the sink, " I'm okay..." She responded bluntly, and I frowned instead, " It doesn't look like it. " I said,
" It's just- I am fine!? what should I say if I am fine, I am just tired ok! " She burst suddenly making me surprised at first, getting some plates on the dining table, smashing them with forced by it with her voice all raised, all of that fake filter off.
My eyes widen, " Hey- I didn't mean to- " I started but didn't get to finish, " I'm fine. brother, let's get those shells done, alright? " She added turning around to face me, " I got that, but- " I went again but she interrupted me, " Get me the seashells from the basket from the right corner, okay? " She added trying to avoid eye contact with me, I deeply frowned. but did what she asked me to do,
I bring the small bag we had of seashells to her, setting them by the sink so she can open them and get em clean before we can cook, " I'm not eating tonight, " I said boredly, as her eyes looked at me weird, " What- Why? " She asked confused, " I'm not eating until you talk with me. " I said again a bit angry voiced, feeling bad about it.
I know it's not okay to kind of threaten her with my hunger for not telling me what is going on, but I have never seen her angry like this when something happens she is usually sad or very close with herself not angry like I am most of the times,
Did we switch places?
She went silent, and then sighed dropping the small knife she had to open up the shells by the sink, and looked at me, " I'm sorry. I just, I don't feel very good right now..." She said with a small awe in her voice, " That's a start... " I sighed too.
" Can we talk now? " I asked after a small but pretty decent time of silence that we had, I felt worried, what put my sister in such a mood, " I don't want that yet..." She added looking back at the sink, and getting her knife back, I slightly frowned, " You sure? " I asked,
Yet I got no answer from her, for some reason, " Reya? " I asked once again, her eyes fixed on the sink and then I heard the knife hitting the sink, she started to storm off in her room out of nowhere like that closing the door behind her as my eyes just froze shocked.
I slightly rushed to the room and without even reaching the door so I could knock I heard from the other side, " Just leave me be for a bit! PLEASE! " She screamed at me, letting my hand down with a worried face and a slight frown,
" I'll be here when you come out. " I added at the door so she could hear me and then returned to the kitchen as I was left with some shells thrown in the sink half of the cleaned and some by the side of the sink while I knew nothing about cooking.
Dad didn't even leave me cooking when I was a kid with Mom like Reya did, because I was a man and a man shouldn't be let in the kitchen, huh?
I sighed deeply getting another snack, dropping myself at the dining table, alone.
" Fuck. "