Rabid Love

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"Our father..." The man prayed, hands shaking with blood as his cold knees kneeled on the ground. his figure inching closer to the altar as the limp bloodied body slowly rose from his behind while he muttered forgiveness in his prayer. her hair a mess from ressisting, arms bruised and cheeks from being suffocated in the same hands that's clasp in a prayer, blood of innocence ran down her thigs as she raised the cross from the figurine in the corner. eyes glowing red like the blood that splattered in the altar, the candles flickers as the mans scream was muffled using the hands that was once pinned down by the same paling man in her arms.

"Shhh...this was the lord's will," she whispered, the same words he did when he tainted her.

... RABID LOVE...

"Lea" the man called out holding a dead duck butchering it on the porch of an old house in the countryside "don't bother your sister" he sigh. hearing the two little girls giggle as the other one swing down the tree branch landing beside her sister who is reading, starting a loud bickering.

"Let the kid's Play" His wife smiled as she fetch the dried leafy vegetables she left outside, with the sleeping child in her arms bound to her chest with the malong. their two daughters Maria a 9 year old who is reading a book and Lea a 7 year old climbing up the tree where her sister is leaning in for shade just to mess with her older sister.

"irog.." Called her husband looking at her wife longgingly, leaving his axe down near where he's chopping the woods for fire later at night. "Don't go..." Whispered his wife knowing that look.

"The Heneral needs someone to help, it's nothing dangerous at all" comforted the man hugging his wife

"there is nothing safe in what you're doing, think of us" begged his wife softly not wanting anyone to hear their conversation. leaving her husband hugging her tightly. both parents looking at their daughter's playing under the shade. only to his wife turning around holding the child in her arms closer and her other hand the dried vegetable's for their dinner later that day.

the man sighing before going to his daughter and playing with them. later he would teach them how to read and write, thing he knew before falling from being a son of a noble after choosing to oppose this father's whims and siding with the colonizer that abuse his now wife's former family.

Dusk has come to the horizon kissing his wife's forehead, Itak at hand slipping to his side. taking one last glace to his sleeping wife and 3 girl's peaceful faces tucked into their mom's side. as the door closed a tear run down the woman's closed eye's knowing her husband's might not come home alive in the break of dawn.

Itak - Bolo knife, a large cutting tool called an itak in Tagalog.

Irog - Beloved

Malong - a traditional, tubular Filipino garment, often used as a versatile, hands-free sling carrier for babies and infants. Due to its durable, breathable, and usually cotton-based fabric, it is wrapped around the mother's shoulder and chest to provide secure, comfortable support, mimicking modern woven wraps.