Chapter 25: Field Of Confusion
The sun gazed down upon us as we worked the field in Edwina's farm. The heat penetrated my skin through the thin clothing I worked and I was covered with sweat. I had grime on my hands, fingers sore from digging, planting and each time removing the weeds. Beside me, I could hear the buzz of the family, Edwina commanding her children to help her with something, they laughed running around, between the rows of crops.
I wasn't sure what I was doing since I've never drone gardening a day in my life and at first when Edwina had asked me to come with her to the farm, I was sure I would be able to handle it well. But when I started pulling yams the wrong way, Edwina decided it was safer for me to just plant and remove the weeds.
Despite the heat and the pain in my fingers, my thoughts were consumed by something else, him! Reagan.
After we had woken up, Reagan had taken one look at me then moved away from me as if I burned him. I noticed the way his face hardened as he mumbled an apology, his voice low and clipped as he turned away from me. Still startled with what happened, I opened my mouth trying to speak but before I could the door had opened with Edwina and her husband.
They offered us breakfast and then Henry dragged Reagan off for a hunt while Edwina dragged me out to the farm but I still couldn't seem to focus on anything other than the way I felt when Reagan did all of those things to me.
When Madam Heidi had taught me, it was always to give the men pleasure. I've even heard some of the maids talking about how some of the men don't have any idea what they are doing most of the times and they only tend to seek after their own pleasure all but I don't think that seems to be the case with Reagan.
Reagan doesn't seem like the time not to be aware of what he is doing, and I know he wasn't the type of man to just sought after his own pleasure neglecting the female.
The things he made me feel alone this morning, gods, I can't tell if it was the sun that was causing the heat which was rising to my cheeks.
I shook my head, willing my thoughts not to go back to Reagan and focus on my work but laughter penetrated through my haze of confusion. Glancing up from the field, I sighted Henry and Reagan. Henry grinned widely, with his bow slung over his shoulder and beside him was Reagan who carried a dead antelope across his back.