The Truth About Confliction (2)

Berkah sighed heavily and extended his knuckles to knock on the intricately crafted wooden door of his home, but...

[Why the hell am I knocking?]

He came to that sudden realization and retracted his arm, only to twist the doorknob a second later.

He entered, and once again he was welcomed by the familiar scene that filled him with warmth and nostalgia, but he still felt like a giant as he slowly made his way to the sitting room.

"..."

In there he found three figures, all of whom seemed slightly puzzled by his sudden appearance, as they had not heard the door open due to their conversation.

"Berkah..."

Anaise's expression quickly turned from surprise to one with a doting mother's warmth, she displayed extreme relief that her son had returned to her.

"You've been gone for so long, are you feeling better now?"

She wondered, her gaze filled with worry.

[Of course I'm not feeling better Mom...]