Albert walked into Anas's room to pick up the girl's used bowl of food. He didn't know if Anas was still sick or indeed just lazy to get out of the room. Although he hadn't completely taken care of the girl, Albert could quite accept Josh's reason regarding his leaked identity.
"Al." Anas immediately greeted as soon as he heard that someone opened the door of the room.
"It seems that you are healthy, yes," Albert quipped, looking at Anas who was already sitting with a fresh face behind the window. The girl's two palms were on the glass.
"Al, is it snowing?" asked Anas, she felt that the window glass was much colder than this morning.
"Yes." Albert picked up the bowl that was on the nightstand.
"I would love to feel the snow. For a long time, I have almost forgotten how to enjoy winter. Dahlia said, spring is the most comfortable time to cuddle, a time when the snow starts to melt," Anas said, although cold pierced her skin, she enjoyed it. She was eager to grasp the snow. Peter banned it while they were still in the Netherlands last year out of concern for Anas's condition.
Albert just gave a wry smile at Anas's words and muttered. "Cuddling?"
"How about you, Al?" Anas turned her head in the opposite direction to Albert's existence, but the man let him.
"There is no special ritual. All seasons are the same," Albert said.
"Huh? It can't be so," Anas protested, he immediately turned around. "You have to appreciate life by enjoying every season. Don't you go to the beach in the summer?"
"Do I have to go to the beach in the summer?" Albert immediately asked back. It turned out that the other naughty, girl was also full of coercion. Albert wondered himself.
"Of course! The beach is the best place to enjoy summer," Anas retorted.
"Nowadays people prefer to enjoy every season by staying at home with gadgets and the internet. No one enjoys summer, winter, spring, and autumn," Albert said, not to be outdone. He almost forgot his purpose of coming to Anas's room. The man waited for the girl's reply, but Anas fell silent instead.
"I see, huh?" Anas's voice squealed. He linked the fingers of the hand on the quilt. "It turns out that everything has changed. I don't know if people now prefer to be at home with gadgets. I used to think television was boring, so I always took Daddy away every season. The beach is one that we often visit. When I complained of boredom, Daddy said that all the parents in the world would also take their children to the beach in the summer. "
Albert put the bowl back on the nightstand. There is something different about Anas's story, there is no Peter's name there, but the girl just mentioned the father. Does Anas miss Chris Edwards who has passed away a long time?
"What about the amusement park? Are people still coming there?" Anas asked again, but this time Albert didn't like the girl's gloomy-looking face.
"Maybe. Sometimes girls your age still go there," Albert said.
"Really? It must be exciting times." So quickly, Anas's face changed. Albert knew, that behind the smile there was still a gloomy face left.
"What is your routine in every season?" asked Albert, just like that. He sat on the edge of Anas's bed and didn't know why the question could slide smoothly from his mouth.
Anas's smile instantly expanded. "A lot! In the summer I will go to the beach or have a picnic, during the winter like this I will play in the snow with a bunch of toys that I like to bring to the beach, in the fall I am with Mom and Dad will make a Halloween party, and in the spring we will go on vacation out of town. It's exciting, isn't it?"
Albert nodded while continuing to pay attention to the snare of the girl's face. "Sounds fun."
"Of course! Unfortunately, it only happened before I was blind before Daddy died. My family just disappeared, but fortunately, Peter came. I became free again. Peter promises, that one day when I can see, he wants to take me ice skating with his children. I hope that when Peter and Dahlia have children, I can already see," Anas continued, with an expression that was difficult to interpret.
Albert didn't like Anas's face when telling stories like this. He should look at the annoying and annoying Anas. Albert now thought, what would happen if a girl as thin as Anas fell into the hands of a grown man like Harry Young? Suddenly he became annoyed.
"It seems that you are healed. You talk a lot." Albert touched Anas's forehead with the back of his finger.
"I love telling stories and thank you for listening," Anas said, earnestly.
"You're welcome. If you are healthy, you can put your bowl in the kitchen, right?"
Anas's face turned sour. "To be honest I'm still a little limp."
Albert smiled wryly. "Just say you are lazy."
When hearing the clinking sound of spoons and bowls. He thought Albert was ready to leave the room. So Anas called the man. "Al."
"Huh?"
"Also thank you for taking good care of me and sorry sometimes I said rudely to you. I also like to piss you off and make it difficult for you," Anas said, sincerely.
Albert was only stunned when he heard Anas's narration. Unexpectedly the girl could say sweet words with a sweet face. Albert immediately turned his gaze away from Anas's face.
"Never mind. The important thing is that you heal. Why don't you tell me that it hurts anyway?" Remembering himself who panicked when he saw Anas faint with a nosebleed sometimes made him ashamed of himself.
"Sick in winter is very weak," Anas said.
"And you are weak. Next time you have to tell me," Albert said.
Anas nodded. "Okay, sir."
Albert clucked. "Don't do that."
The girl chuckled, while Albert walked out of the room feeling that he could not understand. He was still annoyed at the girl, but somehow he was happy to respond to her.