Remember You
The Dinners

"We're just going to have dinner at Oma's house, should I wear less material clothes like this?"

"Something wrong with that?" The person standing behind me sounded in denial, "You look better suited to your current appearance. Pretty."

Rotating the cobbled eyeballs, I then turned to face the existence of a lump of meat that had just praised me 'beautiful' it. Not happy, I was upset. I don't know why.

"But, Auntie.. If I catch a cold how?" I half complained. The woman chuckled, but there was nothing funny at all.

"Did Aunt Renata never see the news on TV about a person who suddenly died from a cold?"

He shook his head quickly as he flicked his lower lip, "Hey, Alena, listen up. Wearing a dress like this won't make you die. Believe this. Even with your appearance like this, there must be many men who will glance at you along the way. Then they'll kneel to you and say 'will you be my girlfriend?'. Impressive."

Hearing that string of sentences made my nerve impulses instantly send signals to the brain, my body spontaneously shuddered amusedly. So cringe yourself at the thought if it really happened. So amit-amit.

"Sorry Aunt, but my ideal type is very expensive."

Aunt Renata raised her eyebrows high before finally asking, "What is Alena's ideal type?"

Choosing not to answer immediately, I then walked two steps toward his thesis. Then put my lips closer to her right ear while whispering.

"My ideal type is like a mafia boss, a handsome CEO, or a sugar daddy."

A few seconds later the woman broke down. His left hand he used to cover his laughing mouth wide, while his left hand slapped my arm several times as an impingement. It turns out that women are as beautiful and elegant as Aunt Renata if laughing likes to hit others as well. I thought only Oma and Mother had such strange habits.

"Yes, Alena! It's worth it until now you are single don't have a girlfriend," said Aunt Renata stammered because she was still laughing.

"Tante knows where?" I was half surprised. All this time I was still a bit closed off when I was with him.

"Your father said."

Oh, Mr. Lucas it looks like he asked to be pinched.

"By the way, Alena is single, not single. If the single has principles, while singles are fate. So please differentiate, Aunt. Let Alena seem authoritative, so."

"After that," said Aunt Renata, then turned to thrust a pair of high heels at me, "now Alena wear this, after that we leave."

Both balls of my eyes were locked to a heel that was almost the same height as the length of my palm. My chest suddenly rippled in pain when I realized that the thick heel was no more than my index finger. It's small, why is it so high? Even I think that heel is higher than my IQ dropped during math lessons.

"Tante, can I just wear flip-flops? Oho! If not just sneakers how?" I asked while putting on a face. Gave her a puppy-like look that just fell into the got and asked to be rescued.

"Nope!!" reject it, then pointed to the chin on a pair of high heels that are now hanging on my finger.

Afterwards, I immediately walked to the sofa. Throwing my butt cheeks with a slight bang before finally starting to put those damn high heels on my feet.

Straight with that, the sound of the door creaking opening stopped my activity for a moment. Me and Aunt Renata compactly turned to the doorway, where the perpetrator was now.

"You guys ready?"

That's Dad. He even looks very handsome with a white shirt whose arms are rolled up to the elbows and two upper benik that are deliberately not pocketed.

"Sud-but"

"Woah!! Is this my daughter?" Mr. Lucas cut me off. He walked quickly towards me with a look of amazement

Both of his big palms landed on my shoulders, then shook slowly to make my body tremble slightly. Then he looked towards Aunt Renata at a glance, "Renata, what are you doing my daughter until it can be this beautiful? Juggle him? Well, I could have diabetes if this is how."

I know Pangling's father. Enchanted. But there's no need for this as well. I'm so ashamed of Aunt Renata.

"From today Alena has to impress Omanya. So I slightly read his appearance. How's Lucas, you like it?"

"Like it!" Father excited. Two seconds later he switched his pants pocket. "Looks like the three of us have to take a selfie."

"No way!" reject me quickly.

"Hey, we must capture the beautiful masterpiece of a Renata hand scratch. Come on, Alena's approaching, "persuade me while taking me between the two of them.

And, "Cheese!"

One, two, ah no! I even think over ten selfie shots.

"Okay, now we're off to Oma's house."

It took about twenty minutes to get to Oma and Opa's house. During the trip, I spent time sitting pensively in the back seat of passengers while staring at the crowded city streets. Father and Aunt Renata talk a lot about things smelling company. Even so engrossed to forget if there are still earth creatures who want to be invited to chat. At once I felt like I was an unregarded mosquito. Hm.

"Lucas, I'm so nervous" said Aunt Renata after Dad rang the bell of the super-magnificent house.

"Totally so."

Oi... What did I just hear? Are they flashback?

If only Mom were alive, I could make sure Dad would be scrapped all out.

Not long after, the big door finally opened. Displaying two human figures who look beautiful while reviewing a wide smile. Who else if not Mr and Mrs Frenando.

"Renata, Oma didn't think you would actually come to dinner with us" Oma said half-surprised. Then immediately put a chipika-cipiki on Aunt Renata. "Oma thought you were very busy. Oma couldn't sleep because she was afraid you wouldn't come."

"There may be Renata rejecting Oma's invitation," said Auntie with a small laugh.

"really. You never let Oma down."

Excuse me! Does Oma not intend to welcome her children and grandchildren as well?

"Oma, Opa, don't you want to let us in? My legs have been sore from earlier standing still" said Father smooth.

"Ah, yes! Oma up to Lu-but where's Alena?" tanya Oma spontaneously delayed her move.

"Didn't Alena come here?" tanya Opa.

Father and Aunt Renata chuckled compactly. "It's Alena. Didn't you see it?"

I was hiding behind my back. Dad started to stick my head.

"Why are you hiding like that? Come here, Opa wants to see the face of the grandkids-wah! Is this really my crazy granddaughter Alena?" Opa was shocked beyond measure when I started coming out of the hiding place on Dad's back. His mouth even opened wide. So too with Oma. He immediately walked up to me.

"What did you guys do with Alena like this?" Oma's hands immediately cupped both of my cheeks. Then turn it to the right and to the left to watch something that just left her startled. Not only that, he also looked at my appearance from top to bottom with a beam of unbelief. "My granddaughter is so beautiful tonight."

"The mind conjures it up, Ma."

"Oma had guessed, Renata must have made Alena like this. Oma to not know her own granddaughter so beautiful. Had Alena been like this for a long time, Oma would not have been this surprised. You're the best, Renata!" praise Oma while giving a thumbs up towards Aunt Renata. The praised kontan blushed in embarrassment. His cheeks look red.

"Why can there be plaster on your knee? Opa's grandson is hurt?" asked Opa while pointing at my right knee. Oma who initially either was unconscious or even deliberately ignored was now suddenly changed more. "Why could that be? You okay?"

I nodded softly, "I fell during camping. But now it's okay."

"Poor grandson Oma," he said, stroking my hair. Not usually. It looks like he's looking in front of Aunt Renata.

"Easy-after... Now let's go inside. Poor Lucas. He looks like a little fellow because he wants to sit down." Opa was sensitive to the circumstances made Dad immediately smile with relief.

After that, Opa immediately took us to the dining room. I was stunned for some time. On the dining table there is a lot of food. Unlike usual, this even looks very full. Get lost in the mind, is this because of Aunt Renata who came?

I told you, if there's Aunt Renata, Oma's like a different person. It's like having a double personality. So much warmer and motherly. He originally liked to poke.

"A lot of food, who will spend?" father asked as he waited for the waiter to pour chamomile tea on his cup.

Opa cleared his throat briefly, "You know what? All that cooks this is Oma."

"Ah, really?" Aunt Renata was amazed.

"Of course" said Oma was proud of herself. "let's eat it soon. Spend it all if you have to."

Nodding slowly, Dad then intended to take the rice, but it stopped when Aunt Renata held Dad's hand. "Let me get it."

Father just obeyed. Aunt Renata deftly began to cook the rice which was then placed on the plate. "What side dishes are you wearing?"

"I want to use only curry lobster," said Dad immediately heeded the interlocutor. They look like a pair ah, that's it.

"Alena didn't eat?" jakak Opa resuscitated my momentary daydream.

"Want you aunty get it?" hail the woman while holding her right hand.

"No need, Auntie," I refused while hurriedly picking up pasta.

"Oma was so happy to see the three of you like this."

"Happy why?" ask me with a mouth full of rice.

"Like a harmonious family. Father, mother, and son."

"Ohuk... uhuk..."

Damnit damnit! I almost choked on the dinner fork.