I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 58
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The house was just a five-minute walk away. With less than ten minutes to the start of the class, Johann needed to run back, but that wasn’t an option.
“Johann, I’m not one of the first graders you teach.”
Eventually, my persistence prevailed, though Johann only agreed to cross the street in front of the school with me.
Johann made sure to escort me across safely. The two-lane road beyond the school was primarily traversed by carriages and occasionally military vehicles, but it was currently empty..
“You’ve had a tough morning. When you get home, don’t work, just rest. You can even take a nap.”
But I had to clean up the lunch mess I made before resting. Johann seemed to have read my mind.
“Just leave the kitchen be. I’ll take care of it. Don’t even think about cleaning the cast-iron pot. That’s my job.”
As if I didn’t have enough on my plate, I got lectured for using the heavy cast iron pot. If he’s going to handle all the heavy lifting, how am I supposed to get as strong as someone who chops wood ten times?
“Promise me, Rize.”
“What if I break the promise, Mr. Renner?”
“I’ll give you a very severe punishment.”
“Will you spank me then?”
“That would be too lenient for your misbehavior.”
“So I’ll be confined to bed all weekend…”
“You will copy the Bible 50 times, from the Old Testament to the New Testament.”
“…Mr. Renner, that’s truly cruel.”
Despite being called cruel, Johann just grinned broadly, enjoying himself. He smiled mischievously, kissing my hands several times sweetly.
Indeed, he was a bad teacher.
And Johann was an experienced teacher.
‘I can’t possibly copy the Bible 50 times.’
As soon as I got home, I obediently took a nap. I hadn’t noticed how tired I was until my head hit the pillow and I immediately fell asleep.
And in the next moment, I was much younger and smaller, wearing a crisp white blouse and a long black skirt that reached my ankles instead of my husband’s sweater and old pajamas, and even had a deep green necktie tied around my neck.
‘This must be a uniform, right?’
I thought, seeing other girls wearing the same outfit. I appeared to be a student again.
‘Am I dreaming of my school days because I visited school today?’
In my dream, it was lunchtime.
I was in what seemed to be the school garden, chatting with girls my age, but all I could do was watch their lips move without hearing any words, as if my ears were underwater. Just as I was about to try to speak out of frustration, a woman’s shout pierced the air clearly.
“Dana!”
At that moment, I abruptly woke up in my own bed. The scene from my dream vanished, but the name ‘Dana’ still echoed in my mind.
‘…Dana?’
* * *
‘Dana… Dana…’
Was that dream an imagination of my subconscious, or a lost memory?
If it was my imagination, it meant I was still subconsciously aware of the name Dana, enough to hear it in a dream.
‘I hope that’s all it is.’
If it was a memory, it meant I hadn’t misheard the name. But if that dream was a fragment of memory…
‘Could it be that I knew the woman my husband calls out to in bed?’
In the dream, when the woman called out to Dana, a few of the girls turned their heads in that direction. Was Dana among the girls I was with? Who is Dana?
I tried to recall the faces of the girls, but it had been a while since I woke up from the dream, making it hard to remember.
No, it was just a meaningless dream…
“What are you daydreaming about?”
“Ah…”
I was startled back to reality by the major’s voice near my ear. I felt his presence right behind me.
“You wouldn’t even notice if I f**ked you from behind.”
As I realized I was trapped between the bed in front of me and his large frame behind me, I let go of the sheet I was holding and put my hands in my pockets.
“Scared, are you? If I really planned to f**k you, I would have done it without warning and pinned you down by now.”
Fortunately, there was no need to fire a gun. The major stepped back on his own, opened the wardrobe, and tossed his bathrobe aside.
“Tell me what you were thinking so deeply about.”
I picked up the sheet I had dropped and spread it out again as I answered.
“I was thinking about what to make for dinner tonight.”
“Don’t lie. That’s not the face of someone pondering dinner.”
Please don’t lie, Major. You were behind me; how could you see my expression?
“It’s hardly something to consider while changing the bed sheets…”
I thought he was sparking another lewd conversation.
“Were you reliving last night with your husband? If you’re reminiscing about it in the morning, it must have been quite enjoyable, huh?”
The major was as predictable as ever.
“Isn’t that so? Or did you not? Why?”
I continued to change the sheets silently, and now he was painting Johann as an inadequate husband.
“If I were your husband, I’d send you back to that guy who said he wanted to do you once after making sure you were filled with my c-m. Imagine opening up for some pricey hole only to have my seed flowing out—how much less would that bastard enjoy that?”
Unlike you, Johann is a man of dignity.
