Remember You
The Sunday

Do you know what I hate most on Sunday mornings?

Yes, it was the moment where I had intended to wake up, but Dad instead came to the room to wake me up.

"A girl at this hour hasn't woken up yet?" his insinuation while starting to open the curtains wide. As a result, the sunlight entered and dazzled my eyes that were still faithfully closed.

Hey, Pops. Come on. It's a holiday, your daughter still wants to sleep.

Just so you know, I've been too tired to live the days by studying and doing schoolwork. My minimalist brain needs rest.

"Alena, let's get up. Not ashamed of Dad who's this hour already fragrant?" satirize Father once again. This time I felt my bed sway a little.

"Mm." Mmm."

"Well get up, take a shower! Do I need to bathe?" he asked while twitching my cheeks. Intentionally to keep me distracted.

"Five more minutes. Still sleepy," I said lazily.

"There are not five minutes and five minutes! I want Alena to wake up now."

Suddenly Dad pulled a thick blanket that had wrapped around my body. Then without a cue to pull my hands together to make me sit perfectly.

With my life not yet fully accumulated, I began to open my eyelids with great force. Then found the precision of Dad who was looking at me flat while folding his hands in front of his chest.

"But it's a holiday, Dad."

"Who said it was Valentine's day?"

To myself, take a deep breath and then throw it away slowly. Patience. Don't emotion. Remember, Mr. Lucas Zander is despite his recess once but still to be respected.

"Quick shower gih. I'll wait downstairs," Dad said for the umpteenth time. I nodded limply as a form of transfer. And then I started to step out of my room. However, you know what makes me so much more upset now?

It was Dad who came out without closing the door to my room back. Let it open just like that.

Okay, Alena, once again you have to be patient.

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After spending about fifteen minutes in the shower, finally I decided to get out of the room to catch up with Dad in the pantry - usually he would spend the beginning of the day drinking coffee while reading the news through his iPad there.

But before that, I took the time to pick up the phone that charged all night at the study table, then quickly activate the device.

Somehow last night suddenly came the idea of deliberately disabling the device all night. I hope someone will be looking for. Well, it turns out that after my phone was back on, all I found was an operator message that my number was in the grace period and had to be charged immediately.

Is this a sad person who does not have a lover?

Alright, rather than this Singer getting hurt because no one cares, it would be better if I go down to the pantry immediately.

Oh, ja. If you remember, after the group work at Jery's house, Dad sent me a message about Oma and Opa coming home.

Lucky, because at least yesterday the two of us did not need to listen to the annoying babbles from Oma and Opa. That's a huge relief.

"Well, I don't exist?" I am talking about the wind. Both my flashlights didn't find the precision Mr. Zander was supposed to be in.

I called him twice, but there was no answer at all. I want to take him to breakfast together. However, since the worms in my stomach had already been in concert and wanted to be fed immediately, I decided to walk to the refrigerator looking for something that could be made to cradle my stomach.

I saw there was only a box of strawberry-flavored milk there, and the rest were just raw, unprocessed ingredients. Without a second thought I took it, but...

"Good morning dear Princess Alena. Did the Princess sleep well last night?"

Goddamnit!

My body was astounded when suddenly someone placed a glass so cold on my cheek. I was not ready to be surprised almost dropped the strawberry-flavored milk box. And look! Now the culprit even smiled crazily without any guilt at all.

"Uncle Melvin!!!" snapping my feet while annoyed half-dead. "My heart almost sagged to the hull tofu!!"

Uncle Melvin chuckled. "Sorry, just angry. Cement!" Ledeknya while thrusting an empty glass. Presumably he knows I haven't taken a glass to pour milk.

Taking a glass spoon, then choose to walk first to the pantry bench. Uncle Melvin looks to follow. Then without a cue to take over the milk box from me.

"Here let Uncle open," he said as he opened the lid of the box that was still sealed, before finally pouring it on the glass to the full and almost spilled.

Both corners of my lips lifted low, "Thanks, Uncle!"

"Why did Uncle Melvin come here so early in the morning?" I asked out of curiosity. Uncle did not immediately heed my question, but rather gave a faint chuckle.

"Yourself said?" He even asked back. Success made my eyebrows linked because I did not understand.

"Look at Uncle's watch" he quipped as he reached out to his wrist wrapped around a super expensive Rolex watch. "What time is it?"

My petals are peeking at a glance. "Furniture... Las... ELEVEN O'CLOCK??"

Damn it! I thought it was six in the morning.

"You inherited the 'kebo' trait from your late mother, Al." This old man beside me was actually being teased. It sucks!

"So, why did Uncle come here?" ask me for the second time. Still curious.

Uncle Melvin did not immediately answer, but instead switched to sipping black liquid which seemed to be ice coffee. "Garden gabut. Not knowing where to go and what to do. But, Uncle remembered that Aunt's ice coffee in your house was delicious. So Uncle's here."

This uncle is so sorry, huh? Already had no lover, no activity anyway to the point that he 'got' and went to his nephew's house just for a glass of ice coffee.

I just want to let him feel happy. Then began sipping strawberry milk before finally returning to ask, "Then where is Dad? I didn't see it from earlier."

"Your father has a guest"