A dream in which a beautiful woman touched my forehead. I felt a strong current running through my veins.
It was a blurry dream.
I have mixed feelings about her. I love her, I loathe her, I want her to be happy, I want to leave her... Each emotion was strong and I didn't know which one to choose.
But in the end, my weak arms pulled her into my embrace and I hugged her.
I love this woman. I want to make her happy. I want to give her everything. Just like I promised when I first met her. Perhaps I was strongly influenced by the original owner, but one thing was clear. These feelings were mine.
I smiled and fell asleep again. But this time my choice was clear.
I, Keith Castillo, was going to do my best for this family.
I groaned as I opened my eyes. To be honest, my head still hurt, but the pain was less than yesterday. At least now I can move and think clearly.
"Haaamm... Good morning, honey."
A woman wearing a thin dress greeted me in bed with a yawn. I looked at her, a little shocked.
Then I realized something, this woman was my wife. I smiled and caressed her cheek.
"Good morning honey."
"Looks like you're feeling better now."
She touched my forehead and nodded when she noticed that I was no longer burning with a fever. I guess I had a fever last night, which explains why my head was a bit groggy.
Furthermore, I noticed that I wasn't averse to her touch, as if I was used to it. This was probably because of the memories and emotions that lived inside me. I easily accepted the changes, it was normal for me.
"But still, you must rest today."
"But I have to work," I answered naturally.
I tried to sit up but my wife glared at me... So I lay down again.
I have to work today. If I am absent for a day, then less paycheck and I don't want that.
"I already talked to your manager and he let you rest for a day. Don't worry, he said this day is paid. He is probably worried about you..."
She paused. Then she stood up and fixed the bed on her side.
"You have to relax today, do you understand?"
She raised her brow while staring at me and I instinctively nodded. I don't want to fight again.
"Good, now wait here and I will check the kids."
Her beautiful figure left the room and I realized one thing important.
'My wife has pink hair and red eyes...'
That's right! Now everything makes sense!
Before I transmigrated, the Goddess told me that she would send me to an alternate universe that closely resembles Earth.
Now, let me introduce Earth... The name of this planet was the same as my home planet.
"Even the countries are the same."
Just like in my past life, I was still a citizen of the Philippines. A 3rd world country where poor families were rampant.
However, there was an obvious difference between the two planets.
The first was history.
"This planet never had a 2nd World War. Added to that, the famous guy who has a mustache was not a dictator but a famous painter instead."
Hitler's piece of artwork was a masterpiece on this planet. His paintings were loved by many.
"Wow, I can't believe that I'm living in that timeline..."
I muttered, a little bit dumbfounded. Considering that I know the history of the other side, this was indeed shocking.
Furthermore, the people here were more unique.
"They have different hair colors, just like an anime. Even their eye colors varied."
People here had different colors aside from the usual black, blonde, and red hair.
This explains why my wife had pink hair and red eyes. God, she is so beautiful.
I suddenly heard a cute squeal as the door opened. My wife was holding little Sophia.
"Awww, how's my sweet daughter?"
I instinctively reached out to hold her.
"Sophia misses you Jajjy!"
She mumbled adorably. Ah, my sweet daughter is killing me!
You know what, it's scary that I accepted this situation so easily, but I don't give a fuck! At least I have a cute daughter now, that's all that matters!
Penelope handed Sophia to me and my little girl was now in my arms.
"Babu babu babu~ You're so cute as always, Sophia."
I shook my arms gently for Sophia. My little Sophia giggled as I joined in her babbling speech.
My daughter inherited my blue eyes, while she inherited her mother's pink hair.
A small and firm greeting. I turned to my son, who always pursed his lips and spoke a little. He just stood there, like a statue. But I could see that his eyes were shining brighter now.
The young man approached me and nodded. I ruffled his black hair and he just stood still. As always, he was quiet. He had my grandfather's temperament. Serious and calm.
"Dad, I want to play Snake."
But no matter how much he acted like a mature child, Roman was still a child. As much as he could, he would always play Snake and Space Impact with my phone.
I nodded and gave him my phone, it was a Nokia 6110, the one with an antenna. It was the only luxury I could bring with me when my wife and I eloped...
"Charge it when you're done."
He nodded, his eyes glowing with glee.
"Bwother, I want to watch."
Unlike Sophia, Roman had black hair and red eyes. He was almost an exact copy of me when I was his age.
"I left you a cake, do you want to eat it?"
I got up this time and Penelope didn't stop me. I approached our second-hand refrigerator and opened it... Only to realize that we didn't have much food.
Except for the cake and dozens of bottles of water, there was nothing.
My lips twitched. As a father, I feel depressed. Maybe that was one of the reasons why I killed myself...