It is 9 a.m. in the morning, and I just woke up. My head hurts. My parents have gone already to the airport I assume. Maybe they're already on their way to Czechia.
I am now going downstairs to our kitchen to see grandma and what's for breakfast.
Apparently, she's not in the kitchen. But there's food on the table, on a plate covered with a casserole lid. I checked outside the windows to see if she's in the garden.
"Yep, she's in the garden." I whispered to myself.
I went back to the table and checked the food. As I remove the lid, I can smell the aroma of the fried rice, she cooked Hungarian sausages and sunny side up eggs too. She also sprinkled a bit of scallions. Damn, this is the best. I immediately went to our drawers to get a spoon and fork. I also took out a glass and get some water from the refrigerator. But surprisingly, as I close the refrigerator, I saw a note sticked on the fridge.
"We left you some money to spend. It's on an envelope, check it in the living room, it's beside the TV. Lovelots! Take care! We'll be back too. Don't give granny a headache! Love you guys!
From, Mom & Dad"
"Hmm, weird." It got me wondering. They usually don't leave a note. But well, I hope they enjoy their trip to Czechia. I believe there are nice sceneries and places in Czechia. I have only been to the United Kingdom and I haven't been to other countries in Europe, but soon, I want to visit Japan or maybe Amsterdam. Preferably, just by myself.
I immediately dove in, put plenty of fried rice on my plate, one sunny-side-up egg, and one hungarian sausage. Granny's fried rice is really the best. Some leftover rice, garlic, egg, soy sauce, scallions, I think these were just the ingredients she used. The savory taste the food gives is definitely the best. I could eat anything that granny cooks all night long.
I haven't even finished my breakfast but suddenly, my phone started to ring. Hearing my ringtone makes me feel something, like it makes me feel sentimental or maybe it makes me feel nostalgic. It's 'Tell Me' by Saoirse Ronan. I am heading upstairs to my room as quickly as I can to get my phone.
*musical*
*Tell me, I'm your baby...*
*And you'll, never leave me...*
*Tell me, that you'll kiss me...*
*Forever...*
Oh, it's Katie, why is she calling? I immediately answered the phone call stopping the ringtone after Saoirse's lines.
"Hey, what's up?" I said as I answered the phone call.
"Hey, can we hang out later? I'm just bored as hell. It's too boring here, thought we could go hang outside." said Katie from the other line of the call. She really sounds bored.
"Mmm, sure, I'll call you back. I'll just finish my food and take a shower." I said and hanged up, immediately thinking of what to wear. Should I wear a black elegant dress? A cool shirt and a skirt, a leather one? Or just a long fitted black dress? I wonder what suits today's mood.
While thinking of what to wear, I quickly ran downstairs and finished my food, and I was about to wash my plate when Grandma went inside to the kitchen, wiping her hands on her pants.
She have roses on her hands, red roses. I honestly hate the smell of roses. It is a beautiful flower, but it just really smells awful and makes me want to puke. Granny put the roses without thorns in my mom's flower vase on the kitchen table.
"Such beautiful red roses!" Granny says while smiling. Such a bright and contagious smile.
"But they smell awful, granny. Roses smell awful." I said in disgust but I smiled at her.
Roses smells like — I don't know, it just reminds me of death and funerals, it reminds me of my grandfather who passed away. It just really reminds me of funerals. There were a lot of roses when my grandfather passed away. His coffin were surrounded by such beautiful roses, white and red, but they really just smelled awful. The aroma of roses bring such bad memories to me. I'd never want to smell the aroma of roses. They are the worst.
"I'm not sure, sweetie. But it just reminds me of your grandfather. The smell reminds me of your grandfather." grandma's smile faded as she puts down the vase on the table.
"I'm sorry, grandma." I said as my smile faded too. I felt bad and sorry.
"It's okay, sweetie. You don't have to worry about it." she smiled. "oh, you have dishes to wash there? Leave it to me."
"Oh, yeah, right. Katie said she wants to hang out later, so I'll go shower now."
"Take care you two, okay? Don't go home late." she worryingly said. "Check your brother first in his room, wake him up, tell him to get up now and eat breakfast."
"Got it" I said.
I immediately ran upstairs and went to my brother's room. As I open the door of his room, an empty bed showed with an undone bed, turns out he's awake and in front of his TV playing PS4. I think he's playing Horizona. I'm not sure with the name.
"Hey, granny already cooked breakfast. Go downstairs and eat. I'll be leaving. Let's also talk about the money mom and dad left, let's split it before I leave." I told him while he's busy playing.
"Where you going?" he asked me, facing his TV screen.
"Katie and I are just gonna hang out." I said.
"Money? Mom and Dad left some money? No way." realization hit him, he immediately stopped playing and got up.
"Wanna check the money?" I asked.
"Sure." he said. I knew he was excited when he showed off a little smile.
"It's in the living room." I said.
We both rushed immediately downstairs, went to the living room, and checked the white envelope beside the TV. It's obvious that it's plenty because it's bulky.
"What the? It's a lot." I said as I opened the envelope and saw how much it contains.
"Yo, what? Two hundred and thousand?" he was shocked. "What're we gonna do with this?
"Okay, damn. Let's split, you get the hundred, I get the other half." I said.
"Damn, man. Okay." he said as he hands me over the envelope.
I gave him the other half. I wonder why they left such a big amount of money. But this can be just spent in a month, or even a week. I immediately went upstairs to my room and stored the money on my closet and locked it there.
"I should go shower now." I whispered to myself as I took my towel from the stand. Looking at my phone, it's already 9:32 a.m., I should be ready to leave the house by 10:30a.m.
I am now heading to my own bathroom that is linked to my room. I entered my room, and I saw my messy bed, as I looked down beside the bed, there were some tissues on the floor. I have allergic rhinitis, so it is no wonder that if you enter my room, you'll see a bunch of used tissues on my bin and some on the floor beside my bed.
While taking a cold refreshing shower, shower thoughts kick in. I've always wondered if it's hard to shoot with a gun, specifically, a pistol. Is it too heavy? Will the impact of pulling the trigger may cause my hand to drop the gun or mess up? I've also wondered about people having partner in crimes, or just some cool lowkey groups that possesses a lot of weapons and firearms, also with a bunch of cool armored cars, or just black cars and big bikes. Well, my family is not that wealthy to own different kind of firearms and armored cars. We just have our own Ford family car and two big bikes, one black and one red. I own the black one, I bought it with my own savings with my small minimalist café.
It is not your usual café that only offers coffee and croissants and pies. My café has thousands of books which people can read while enjoying their food, and it not only offers a limited choice of food, but a lot of foreign food as well. This awesome café in town offers Italian, Korean, Chinese, Malaysian, Filipino, and Japanese cuisines. I have hired chefs across from different countries, so that these folks from my town would get the real and original taste and savory from the dishes. I've always dreamed of being an expert cook as well, but I thought and felt like being in the maritime industry would save my ass.
Fantasizing and imagining about a perfect lover have always been a part of my shower thoughts. Always. My ideal man was always one of those men who have broad shoulders, bulky arms, and who is charming and looks simple but elegant. Most importantly, they should have manners, knows how to cook, can make me happy all the time, and will never make me feel unwanted and not enough. I guess that's all. Maybe I should note next time the things I want in a guy and the turn-offs. But frankly, it's not so important though. I've actually tried searching for one in Tinder, but none of them caught my eye or intrigued me. Everyone there is just so lame, they're after sex only. No one interesting, and honestly, they all just look the same.
I want a man with dreams, a man who is not coward and knows what he wants. A man who is brave to face everything, brave to face challenges with me throughout our journey. A man of his word, not a liar, and loves me very well.