(Shit—can't open my eyes yet—my head stingin' like HELL—)

AYE—WHAT-THE-FUCK—ARE YOU DOING NEETA!?!?

Ehrm—Opening you eyes baldy!

Apparently She was prying my eyes for her fingers distant my eyelids apart.

"I COULD'VE OPENED THEM MYSELF—"

"NO YOU WOULDN'T HAVE—"

"WHY YOU THINK THAT FROG-GIRL—"

SPLAT

BLWHEHK!—PRHRPRHRHRPR— 

WHAT THE HELL—WHY YOU THREW THAT BRUN—

BLEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SPLAT

VLUGEHK!—PRHPRURPRHR— HOW DARE YOU!!!!!

                         ***

After Five whole minutes of point blank smashing mud into each other's face. We look like we were dipped in Dry crap wet again.

(Mom is lobotomizing my freedom soon—MY CLOTHES LOOKED KNIT WITH SHIT!—and don't even get to my drowned pants).

"OYE—baldy mud tastes like shit—right?!"

"Tastes shittier than before."

"Good."

(Well. The mud and trees went silent, my legs already suffocating, if I let some gas out my ass its definitely gonna peel my legs off!).

With a shake—BLDLDBLDBLDBDLDZ—

All the mud sinking in my face was nowhere to be gone, infact chunks solidified and and posed like tumor-birthmarks.

Ribbit

(Erhu—was that a frog?)

Neeta's eyes caught my attention being somewhere else.

"WhatYou lookin' at Beenie?"

"The frog—the sound is SO wrong"

"What's wrong?"

"Uhem—well—first ITS croak—and THIS GUY'S ON SOME ribbit—"

FACEPALMS

"Because it ain't a toad—DIDN'T I TELL YOU YESTEDAY THAT FROG-TOAD FACT?!"

"Wait so we were catching toads back then—THEN why didn't you tell me?!"

Her nose inflated into an oopsie-woopsie size.

"Well boy—ehm—you see I like the 'croaker' slur so I let it slide—".

(Ugh—I see.)

...I guess.

She plunged her hand straight inside mud, with a rippling pull comes out a frog..or a toad in her hand!

"Well—now look at this fine dry butt boy, we call it a toad—these are the chonky ones that hop funny—they croak—"

(Eh—she said they smile but these grumpy-ass slogs are FROWNING)

"—and they also frown—"

(Speak of the devil)

"But you said they smile!"

"Ohm—well frogs do. Toads don't. Guess you were too immersed in me to notice your frogs ain't frowning"

My palms sank in the mud hearing the word immersed

"The hell you mean immersed—"

"That ya love me of course—"

"But that's not—"

I AM JUS' PLAYIN WITH YOU DUMBASS!

The toad in her hand struggled as her grip uknowingly grew firm.

"My hand feels baloo—OH MY—I'M SO SORRRY SORRY—BABY—"

Her hand grew loose as she cupped it with both hands, once again her hands swallowing the frog.

"Cute little baby you deserve a kiss!—"

Mwah—Mwah!

(...wait something feels wrong..wait no—NOOO—)

WHAT THE HELL NEETA?!—

The sudden shrill shocked her and it seemed like the frog too, for it hopped out of the hand in a funny jump, but what she did...was not funny.

"Heh?—The hellll baldy—why did you shout like that?!"

"Why did you do that?"

...do what?

...the kiss...

"Cute little babies they deserve a kiss—"

Your grandmother died because of this...

...sorry I shouldn't have—

No. You are right. She did die because of this.

"...Then why ya still doing it Neeta?"

Because...it makes me feel her soul inside. I feel her in myself .

(TSK—this is bad her emotions are off rail—because of..me.)

"Uh—well you can still feel her without doin' allat!"

"...what do you mean?"

My eyes looked around to spot, and as it glimmered there I went on all four, it was sparkle I feel cup in my hands.

"Wait here brunette"

                          ***

A minute later

At first the little rascal escaped my hand, it was disgusting doing this, but I think I may have to let it pass today, for something bit greater.

As I crawled back there she sat the same Way she was a minute ago. Seemed like the mud was playing flake and chaff with her arms.

As I got closer I popped up to her face. 

(Popping up was not my intention)

"Aye Brunette—ehm-mhm—open your hands flat and triangle"

"Wh—"

Just do it.

Without further silly ado she showed her hands—maybe deep in there she was getting the motive or maybe not. It was unknown.

"Hmm. Thats a good triangle Neeta"

poke

Wha...

Our nails clashed together somewhat lightly, each palm sticked out diagonally, as they joint my hands uncupped, there in it was, two frogs.

"You see what I did there brunette?"

...yes

"Y'know it was kinda easier than yesterday—"

...its lotus.

"...yes it's—uhm—you said yesteray—"

...four-palm lotus.

Her tone fell into a, I couldn't describe if it was monotonous grief or something else, but whatever that could be said was the fact, that it came from the bottom of it all.

My mouth was stitched, from saying anything, at that moment.

Tsk

I felt warm dripping on my palms, on our palms.

And her eyes, they kept dripping on the palms, everything went so silent, the weird sounds of pests in trees, the frogs that hop in the mud, I went deaf to it all. 

Her tears were so silent, it kept dripping, on the four-palm lotus, there were no sniffs in her cry,all that was were lukewarm drops.

"Beenli..let's—keep it together for a minute more"

"A minute more?"

"Yeah baldy...these croakers will hop off by then."

Okay.

                           ***

It's been two minutes hear, the lotus hasn't broke, frogs hopped off a minute ago but the petals are still attached.

...Ten seconds later she herself let her hands come back to her, in following— I let mine come back too.

...thank you 

"Ehm—it was nothing—"

It was everything. For me. Thank you.

The softness in her voice, the compression is soothing but it feels off her mouth moves like that.

"...jeez brunette—that tone's makin' me feel everythin' weird"

" of course it is baldy—you got to see the vulnerable side—that's rare."

Rare. She said its rare, finding rare thing about one, synonym to finding a secret, maybe for that it's rare. 

Chuckles

Her tone went upbeat after that emotional overload.

"You got a rare side?"

"Uhhhh..."

"Well baldy I don't know what to take that as".

                           ***

"Well brunette, I think we have been here for half an hour—let's get going"

I guess.

"Aye brunette—don't use my weapon against me!"

"Uhh, what weapon?"

Nevermind.

Ok.

With that we both stood up from the mud, a layer of mud skin thicker than last time was dried on us, the legs tingled a little when we stood straight—though it was gone in fifteen seconds.

There was less mud on the climbing slope than the last time, maybe it melted or slid away.

Finally, we were at road again fully bathed in brown muck all over, the sunlight grew harsher as we came back up, the mud pond was covered by trees maybe that's why the sunlight remained hidden from us.

"Oye—Baldy why you squinting so hard!—"

"Because the sunlight is HORRIFIC—"

"That's what you get for not touching grass"

"Very funny".

We both started to walk forward,if right then we should be reaching the house in nine minutes.

(I hope The calculation's true)

As we walked she nudged my shoulder.

"What?"

"Well, Beenli you from here so—do you know any regional slur-slang—"

"Okay—that came out of NOWHERE—and no I don't know my own native language".

"Waoww—same here!"

"Wait—you don't kn—"

"Well, I don't the language—but I know some words"

Her sudden derailed to regional slangs felt somewhat funny to me, to balance it—it felt weird on my skin.

"Cool I guess—"

"SHUTUP KHOTTE DE PUTTAR" 

"...what the hell's that?"

"It means son of a donkey—ehm—the word 'khotte' is alone spoken 'khotiya'—which means donkey—"

"Okay—okay I get it I don't wanna know donkey analogy".

                             ***

I was mistaken, the time we took to reach was around 13 minutes, that's a big number of seconds off.

(Though—now we were at my house's front)

"Well see you later brun—"

SLAAAAMMMMMMM

"Uhh Beenli—was that your gate—"

HELLLO KIDDDOSS!!

It's mom bursting out of a door, and in her hand came a—

(WAIT—OH FUCK—IT'S THE HOSE AGAIN!)

"WHAT happened to you!!—did someone—"

Neeta stepped forward as the spokesperson.

"Cough—yeah so Mrs. Sahu its nothing—we just played in mud—"

(Oh fuck—she TOLDD HERR!!)

Mom's head snapped at me hearing the word "play" and "mud" together.

"Well...there's gonna be a blast kiddos" said mom, clearly with something indescribable emiting from her—

SWOOOOOOOOSSHHHHHHHH

NOT AGAIN MOM—

ERHYGH—THATS COLD MOM STOP IT—

"GET WASHED YOUNG MAN—"

"Mrs. Sahu Can i get blasted too?"

"As you wish my girl—"

SWOOOSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

...the blast shifted to Neeta and unlike me she seemed to be enjoying the jet launch at her, these two girls, at core they are full of Eternal spirit no matter what comes.

Despite all the terrible suffocating times ...I hope it doesn't extinguish.