"Wanda, please, help her! What should I do? How can I be helpful?" Quite me, I'm suprised at first. Babies are crying all over the world every minute, you can say. But his reaction is really too much for me to take in at first. After a little staring, I'm open my mouth to respond anything my mind can create in a few seconds. "Okay, we can try to feed her some apple pap, your sister has given us with the bag. Where is your kitchen?" He's back to normal now, relaxed and structured. "Straight ahead. What do you need in there?" It seems, he doesn't have any ideas about the little ones. "Only a plate and a microwave. You have one, haven't you?" Please say yes, I don't want to heat the pap up on the hotplate.
His apartment is quite long. Such a big place and he's living alone here. He doesn't have a girlfriend, otherwise he would have told her about his nieces coming and she would has been here today instead of me, for sure.
"Yes, without a microwave I would have been dead for a long time. But, actually I'm cooking much by myself since I bought a book about it one year ago."
"Really, what are your favorite dishes?", I'm asking, while I go after his direction to his micro. There I put the pap onto the glass and let it turn for three minutes. I hope it's enough time.
He trys to answer my question about the noise of the babies crying. "Yeah, please don't laugh, but I like noodles in all variations. You can eat everything with noodles, they are like rice, a good side dish. You see, I'm not a good cook, but I guess self prepared dishes are always better than this industrial stuff."
Yes, he's right. "What's your favorite then?", I am quite to curious about this unnecessary thing. It sounds stupid, but I'm interested in his personality. I want to know everything about his character, he's like and dislikes, his motivation and his depression. I don't know how to describe this special feeling.
"I like noodles with cheese, because cheese do all things a good and noodles with vegetables like cucumbers and tomatoes, of course. What's your favorite then?" Exactly now, the microwave makes a 'bling' sound and the pap is ready for the babies little belly. I test on the inside of my hand the warmth and it's a little bit to hot, but it should be cold enough, when I give the mixture on the plate in a few seconds. Maybe I should blow a little bit, so the air let the warmth cool down.
"Oh sorry, I didn't answer", I'm excusing my short distraction for the pap. "Yeah, I like pasta, too. But I kinda like all food that is tasting good. In my last job I didn't have time to cook much, because of the overloading work, but now I can maybe get a grip of my private life and start to enjoy time for myself and such things."
He's nodding. "Work shouldn't be the only way to express ourselves, I did the same mistake. But every firm owner must give a little bit of his soul to his work, so he can make it last long. It's not only a matter of joy, but a project for a lifetime. You see the better and the worse sides of your personality then, I can tell you. Now, it was a really hard time back then", he's laughing a little bit about his speech to make it less sad.
"Oliver, can you take Alice at first?", she's crying the most. I thinks she's hungry like a little sweet bears child. I want to cuddle her so bad, she's really a sweet one. But I think food is a bettet solution for her cries to stop.
"Alice, dear, make a big O for the spoon. Yes, alright, take it, little one. Now the next spoon of this delicious pap." After finishing Alice, Oliver hands me Sarah, so I can feed her with the second glass of pap with apple taste.
As I'm looking through the area, I see Alice fast asleep. For a nearly on year old, she is a very fast sleeper. I don't know if that's a normal thing, I can only guess, but she seems to be content.
Now Sarah is asleep, too. Maybe both twins have a favoritism for sleeping.
"They are really calm now. You can do wonders, Wanda. I'm really thankful for your help."
My heart is warming up by his words. He's pretty nice to me, only for babysitting his nieces. My old boss wouldn't be thankful for shit. These hard words describe my feelings to Mr Roland very good.
" Yeah, now we should change their diapers, they are smelling pretty bad. Hopefully, they don't wake up, but I think their really heavy asleep after eating so much of pap. Can you hand me the fresh diapers, please?"
He seems a little bit overwhelmed by my question, so I make a non understanding face. "Yeah, I don't know, did she hand us bags with stuff? Maybe she has given you a bag with supplies?"
I only shake my head from left to right and back again. "Maybe she forgot it? I think she had both hands full with the boxes. I can understand the pressure to be always prepared, so it can happen. Can you buy some normal sized diapers, then? I should be here, if they awake or something is wrong with them."
He's nodding. "I should be able to buy them. Otherwise I ask a guy from the service team." "Good idea." "Then I'm driving to the next store. In roundabout twenty minutes I should be here again. Do you want something to eat? I could take dinner with me? What do you wish for dinner?"
I only lift my shoulders. "Take something, I don't mind. I don't have any wishes, normally I eat everything." He's smiling. "Good. I'll be here again in a few minutes. Until then."