Remember You
The Password

"From yesterday Uncle saw that you kept holding your own lips, were you having thrush?"

Hearing that, I immediately kept my finger away from the lips, then quickly turned to the existence of a near-midlife man who was breaking the city streets while humming softly following the melody of classical music that flowed slowly, before he finally answered, "No."

"Then why? Uncle was so uncomfortable looking at it," he explained without expression at all.

"Don't know. I also did not realize that from earlier was holding the lips," I told a lie. Sure oes. There's no way I'm saying that my lips have just been held captive. Uncle will ask a lot and complain to Dad. I don't want my innocent and holy-born inner image to be tarnished.

"Pig-by the way... How's Uncle? Did you allow it?" I was trying to change the subject of the conversation. The questioner looked at her glance, smiled sweetly, then replied, "Of course. How could your father refuse her mother-in-law's request?"

Both of my ball lights instantly sparkled brightly. "So, when will Grandma arrive?"

"Grandmother was until eleven. He said he was very impatient to meet his favorite grandson," said Uncle Melvin to make me more enthusiastic.

Oh, yep! So, Grandma was the mother of my mother and Uncle Melvin. During this time he did live alone in Daegu and occasionally went to Seoul to let go of longing with his grandchildren.

Last night, Grandma called me. He told me he was going to Seoul and stayed for a week. Then, he asked me to stay at Uncle Melvin's apartment, because he said he wanted to linger with his favorite grandson. Understandably, I am indeed the only granddaughter that Grandma has. Who Again? Uncle Melvin alone until now also does not have a boyfriend, where could possibly have children? Oops.

"Tomorrow pr or retort, no?" Uncle Melvin is back.

"No."

"Then, will Uncle take you to the night market?" The man asked half timidly, evidently as he scratched his non-itchy nape while grimacing curiously.

Rotating the eyeballs, I then said, "The uncle should not invite me, but invite women of Uncle's age all pdktan."

"So does Alena want it or not?"

"Well, please!"

Ten minutes later, we both arrived at Uncle Melvin's apartment.

"Alena go in first, huh? Looks like Uncle's phone left in the car," he explained while still groaning the contents of his bag, then immediately give a plastic crackle containing martabak that he originally held me, "Alena knows the password to Uncle's apartment door?"

"Not knowing."

"2107*"

My forehead spontaneously shrinks. Feeling familiar. "Isn't that my date of birth, Uncle?"

The man laughed a little. "Yup!"

"But why?" I was curious while putting on the look of an inocene. He laughed again, showing his neat teeth and saying, "Let Uncle remember Alena continues."

A few seconds after, his huge palm rubbed my head gently once. "Gih first enter. Meet Grandma" he said, before walking quickly to the elevator to get down to the basement parking lot to pick up his phone.

I immediately pressed the password according to what the man told me. As soon as the door opened, I walked in half and entered the apartment. It then finds precision in an elderly woman who looks to be focusing on her needle and knitting thread, with glasses perched perfectly on the tip of her pointed nose. Accompanied by a cup of tea that is still seen billowing smoke, he is not aware that the earth creature he wants to meet is already in front of him at this time.

"Ekhem..." I'm trying to get his attention. It's working. Grandma immediately stopped her activities. Then a little look up. Then he began to fix the position of his glasses and slightly squinted his eyes at me. Maybe his visual acuity has been reduced due to age. Two seconds later, he said, "Grandmother?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically. Grandma kept her knitting device on the table, then rushed up from her couch. Seeing that, I then walked quickly to his presence while stretching out my arms wide. Grandma was sensitive, she also spread her hands. We hugged each other tightly while skipping around. So missed. Long enough until finally satisfied. Not until there, Grandma also kissed the whole corner of my face so happy to meet the grandson.

"Ah... Alena misses Grandma a lot," I said as I landed a body of kisses on her right cheek that was already wrinkled.

"Sama, Grandma was also very homesick."

"Grandmother must be tired because of the trip here, Grandma should rest, not even knitting." Yes, Grandma is indeed a hobby with her name knitting. It was as if it was his soul mate. Without needles and knitting thread, his life would feel hollow.

"Oh, yeah! Grandma brought a present for Alena."

"Just open it" he gave instructions. Not wanting to linger, I immediately opened the paper bag. Then take the contents in it with a feeling of excitement that is increasingly exploding.

"This knit sweater Grandma made by herself?" I'm amazed.

Grandma was leaning both corners of her lips high. "Who else would it be if it wasn't Grandma? Alena like it or not?"

"Like it! Whatever Grandma does is the most champion" I praise her.

"But Melvin told Grandma he wanted to take you to the night market. Then just wear that knit sweater, it'll be a great fit."

I nodded in spirit.

"Where is your uncle? Didn't Alena come with him?"

"Oh! His phone was left in the car. Grandma just wait a minute. Maybe Uncle is on his way here" I replied as I tried the sweater.

However, I started to feel strange when suddenly Grandma no longer made a sound. I heard the sound of a long breath coming out of his nostrils. Both of his neutrals instantly became my. His facial expression suddenly changed.

"What's up, Grandma?"

He shook his head slowly. "Grandmother is astonished. Your uncle is almost forty years old, but he has no plans to get married."

My right hand moved to stroke his shoulder. "Maybe his soul mate is still lost, Grandma."

"Is your uncle not gay?"

"To this day he has no girlfriend"

"God! Is that a girlfriend? Can it be eaten?"

"G-gay???"

The baritone voice that suddenly slid into the eardrum made us both spontaneously turn towards the door.

"Eommas... I'm not gay" said Uncle Melvin, closing the door and slowly walking closer to our precision.

"Then why don't you get married? Just so you know, you're a neighbor Eomma's ghibah for being a weathered bujang." Grandma grumbling. Both hands quickly folded in front of the chest while throwing the face of Uncle Melvin.

"Because marriage cannot be eaten. Eomma, I'm hungry. Make some nice special rib soup, huh?"

A second later, a sofa cushion landed perfectly on Uncle Melvin's head quite hard. His body staggered and almost dazed.

"Eomim! Sick knows. What if your sweet son gets hurt?" Uncle Melvin is acting spoiled. Put on a hurt face.

Too bad, Grandma just ignored him, because now Grandma is approaching me saying, "Grandmother made rib soup for you. There's your favorite strawberry milk, too. Spend, yes. Grandma's gonna take a shower. Sultry because suddenly there was a half-sane person claiming to be my son."

I nodded while holding back the laughter. "Ready, Grandma!"

"Loh! Did I ask for rib soup, why did Alena get fed?"

"God, why have I been listening to the whispers of Satan lately?" said Grandma monologue while holding both ears. Walk without looking at the source of the sound. Ignoring Uncle Melvin, Again.

"Patience to you, Uncle."

"Hm."