Appearance Of Anita

How convenient for me. This must be one of the perks of being a child. In the face of the adults, I will truly never be more than my height projects me as! A child.

"I just... Wanted to know". I responded, mimicking the meekness of a child.

"Sure you do". Anut Lin said, brushing off my denial as me being too shy to admit my childish actions.

I am sorry Aunt Lin, but this is for your sake. To keep you from needlessly worrying about me.

Though I say and try to convince myself it is so. A part of me still feels like I am making a big mistake.

"Now that you are here, you can spend the night at my place. And don't worry about what you are going to eat".

"Oh no Aunt Lin. You don't have to trouble yourself. If I get going now, I can make it back home before midnight".

I am not saying that as an excuse to not meet with her asshole of a husband. Yes, that is not why I am refusing her kind gesture.

"I am not asking you to stay Raul, I am commanding you to".

As soon as she was done talking, she got up from her seat and turned toward the kitchen door.

"Wait here. I will get you something to snack on while I prepare lunch for you".

Her demanding attitude sometimes reminds me of Mum.

Back when they were alive, Dad would always be headstrong, and try to be adamant about something. And mum, yikes. Mum would pester him, bend his will and eventually make him submit to her.

In a way, Mum was the alpha of the family while Dad was that sheep that sometimes tries to act like a wolf. Eventually, it is bound to succumb to its nature as a sheep.

When I think of it, I also don't think I have what it takes to go up against her when she is this way.

Sorry Mister Ripper, but my hands and feet are tied. I hope you will understand.

While my aunt was in the kitchen, I rested my back comfortably on the couch as I thought of the new information I had just gotten my hands on.

Before I was taken to that forest, I remember the voice claiming the number of people to have awakened the Oduduwa bloodline.

I can't remember the exact numbers, but I know for a fact that it's a lot of figures.

"Hmm...". I murmured to myself.

The chances that my great-grandfather is one of those who awakened are extremely high. The stories he told my aunt and father. It is similar to what was written in the book.

Sure he might have known about the story from the book, but said book is not an item that can just be found lying around in the corner of the room.

I believe the book was made exclusively for the members of the Oduduwa who have awakened to their true heritage.

I had been living in the cottage for four years, and it wasn't until I awakened to my bloodline did I got access to the book.

With all that put together, it shows that my great-grandfather was definitely an Oduduwa awakened.

'I need to know more about him'. I said, staring at the turned-off screen of the TV.

I am going to ask Aunt Lin about the kind of person my great-grandfather was. That is exactly why I came here.

It was half-heartedly that I did so, with the intention that I would come to ask about the Oduduwa and possibly any notable individual in the family who has demonstrated unusual characteristics.

My great-grandfather is the closest I have as a clue to my objective.

*Click! Clack!*

My eyes were immediately sent toward the door where the sound came from.

Someone had just pressed down the doorknob, intending to come in.

The familiarity of the person behind the door, ignoring the guest etiquette of knocking, made me aware that the person who was about to come in was no stranger to the house.

I abruptly got up from the chair with an unsteady heart that was soon to calm down after I had paid proper attention to the sound of the footsteps made behind the closed door.

It sounded light and simple. If it was her husband, his footsteps would have been aggressive and loud.

The door was soon to slowly creep open as it revealed a tiny figure about my size, except the opposite gender with a striking resemblance to my aunt, long braided black hair shuffled to the back, a round neck top and shorts that well complemented her childish figure and skinny legs.

She was just as beautiful if not more than her mother who is my aunt Linda.

Wonder why I wasn't able to inherit any genetic features from either of my parents.

To my knowledge, they are both astonishing people with endowed looks complimented by the public.

Anita as well. She got her mother's looks, and her mother is a member of my family line.

See where I am going with this?...

"Anita". I called out, a little dazed by her appearance.

Before I heard the footsteps, my first assumption was that my aunt's husband had arrived. However, seeing that it was her daughter... Caught me by surprise, hence my blurting out her name.

When she first set her eyes on me, her face froze like she had seen her worst enemy.

I mean come on. I know I am ugly, but does she have to make that face to the only cousin she has?

She is not even trying to hide her disdain for my facial features. Openly displaying it for me to know.

I get it. Kids her age would want to mingle with cool boys you know. The kind of guy with a face that has every girl's jaw-dropping.

Wait a minute. What am I even saying? Kids her age? I am her age damn it. She and I her not that far apart in age so technically, we belong to the same generation.

I can't go getting all delusional and mistaking myself for an old man. It's one thing to look the part, and another to believe it so.

While I was correcting myself, she took her first step toward me!