"Bored."
Albert's attention that was filling bullets on his two favorite pistols was distracted. He glanced at Anas who was lying on the sofa with a quilt rolling up the girl's body. It has been almost 10 times that Anas muttered the same word. She was also careless while eating which made him reprimand Albert.
"Just turn on the television," Albert said, checking the gun.
"It's useless. I don't understand," Anas said.
Albert got off the floor and entered the room to keep his gun in the safe. He is also getting bored, although he is not a person who likes to wander in entertainment venues, he used to work in the field and now just stays at home. Albert also heard Anas complaining about the same thing since yesterday.
Maybe the girl is much more tormented than him. For the past two weeks, Anas's activities have only been eating, sleeping, waiting from night to morning, and repeated every day. Albert also tried to console himself by reassembling the gun and watching local television programs that he had hardly ever done in his spare time.
As he turned to the window, one idea flashed through his mind. Dying bored was not impossible, so Albert immediately walked out of the room and walked to Anas.
"Playing snow or going to the amusement park? Choose one," Albert said.
Hearing the man's remarks, Anas immediately quickly sat down. Her face was swollen and lit up once. Like a child being offered sweets and ice cream.
"Amusement park!" said Anas, full of enthusiasm.
"They are not open in the winter. So, just play snow," Albert said, he walked towards the window of the living room to make sure it was tightly closed or not.
"Then what do you choose?" said Anas, along with her slumped shoulder.
"Because I think normal people also know that the amusement park closes in winter," Albert retorted, feeling unmistakable.
"I'm not normal. I'm blind!" said Anas, annoyed.
"Yes, sorry. I forgot." Albert passed by Anas to pick up the coat by the bathroom. "It's there quickly prepare yourself. The snow has stopped falling. I'll give it 10 minutes from now, put on a thick coat. I won't help you if you die of the cold. "
"So fierce," great-grandson Anas, as she got up from the sofa.
"Don't wear it for long," Albert said, then he went out of the house first and made Anas panic because he thought she would be left behind.
"Hey! Where are you going? Wait for me!" Anas got up from the sofa. She had to hold on to the wall and a long nightstand to get to the room.
Albert turned his head. "Use your wand."
"Don't like it. I can't," Anas replied, still not getting along with his wand.
"Learn, Anastasia." The man then continued to step and closed the door of the house.
Albert used leather brown boots and then picked up a shovel to get rid of the snow that filled the steps of the terrace. Occasionally going out of the house doesn't seem to matter. After all, his residence is far from the crowd and his neighbors are mostly middle-aged.
"Al! Where are you?"
Anas's voice stopped Albert's activity. He opened the door of the house so that Anas could go out freely.
"From where you stand, take four steps forward," Albert ordered. The girl was indeed stubborn, Anas didn't bring the stick he had given her.
Anas complied. His hands stretched out just in case they didn't hit. The moment she found the door, Anas held on and walked more confidently.
"Where are my shoes ?" asked Anas.
Albert with a waistband stared at the girl. It was too much of a waste of time that he had to let Anas himself finish the preparations for the afternoon's walk. Albert helped Anas and asked him to sit on the steps and then he took Anas' shoes and paired them willingly.
"Thank you," Anas said.
"Which gloves are your hands?" asked Albert. Anas was already wearing a thick furry coat, but her hands were naked.
"Don't know."
Albert clucked softly. He took off his gloves and let Anas wear them. A little greatness, but it's better than taking care of an ailing Anas a second time.
"Since you insist on not wanting to carry a cane, then walk by your instincts," Albert said, after helping Anas to his feet.
The girl's smile faded. She lowered her head while playing with a finger that was already wrapped in gloves.
"Will you lend me your arm for me to hold, Mr. Albert?" asked Anas, quietly. She still couldn't understand Albert's true nature, but based on the experience of two weeks of living together, the man's emotions became calmer if he also did the same thing.
In front of the girl, Albert couldn't help but smile. Of course, he could be as impressive as that because Anas couldn't see it.
"What if I don't want to, Miss?" said Albert, still with both hands in his jacket pocket.
"I'm going to force it," Anas said.
Albert snorted. "You are a push girl."
"Come on! I want to enjoy the snow as much as possible. Last year Peter banned me because I was still recovering from the hospital and you don't tell Peter that today we're snowing together, let alone I'm recovering from a fever. Promise, yes, Al?" Anas raised her little finger in front of his face.
Of all the words of Anas, Albert only focused on one sentence. What makes Anas have to get treatment in the hospital? Is it true that a girl is sensitive to cold and easily sick like Josh said a long time ago?
"Al? Come on, promise me! Don't complain to Peter," Anas said.
"What would happen if I told Peter?" asked Albert, still ignoring Anas's little finger.
"Maybe I'll be moved to a tropical country every winter," Anas said, which was the most memorable thought he had anticipated. "But I don't know either, anyway. Where could Peter have the heart to part with me for that long."
The feeling came again. The urge on the chest made Albert even more uncomfortable. The man immediately hooked his pinky with Anas's to divert feelings he couldn't understand.
"Well, I promise." Then Albert let the girl wrap her arms around her arms.
Don't know why every time Anas mentioned Peter's name, his mind always presented the sight of the man's corpse.