The Cupid's Rain

Chapter 12

Yesterday, everything was going well. And it felt so fast. Maybe it's because I was surrounded by the happiness, excitement, or something like that. Undoubtedly what made me feel that way, was, Raymond.

I can't believe that I can finally feel this amazing feeling in my life. In love. It's like, hey, where have you been all this time, Brie? Like twenty-two years? What a long time. But since it's all about Raymond, then there's no regret for this happening recently. No wonder Suzie congratulated me, for this. Because after all, she was right.

I buried my face in the pillow and rolled over on the bed. With Raymond's face keep running through my mind. I can't help but giggled at myself. By the way, this is my first time I woke up on my own bed since a week ago. And it feels really good.

In sudden, my phone buzzes. I looked up and reached the nightstand next to the bed, grabbing my phone. Of course, with the still lying on the bed position. Who is calling me in this early morning?

Oh, of course, it's Mom. "Hi, Mom!"

"Hi sweetheart! Wake up dear, it's morning already."

"I am, mom. You know, the alarm did its job well." I said and I heard her chuckled, "So, how's your flight yesterday? I'm sorry I haven't call you yet."

"It's okay, sweetheart. Well, the flight was good. But as you know, this old body, I still feel tired this morning. Jetlag."

Sometimes I forget that my parents are getting old, since they don't look ages. "So don't do anything today, Mom. You need to take a rest. Have a long nap would be good. Dad too."

"I will. But you know how's your Dad be like. He can't stop moving."

She's right. My dad is such a nonstop-moving person. Moreover if it's something to do to his job. Just like Suzie's family, we owned a furniture business. But Dad will always have a time either for me or Mom. For instance, like accompanying me here a week ago. "Yea. You're right, Mom. I just don't want you two to be too tired or anything."

"Ah, sweetheart. Don't worry about that. We're okay. I promise."

Then I feel like something stuck on my throat, and I'm shed a tear. This morning call is such an emotional for me. I can't believe that this is finally happening. I miss my parents already. I wiped my wet cheek, and cleaning my throat before say, "Okay, Mom."

"Sweetheart, are you crying? You, okay?"

I know that she would always notice my cracking voice. "What? No, Mom. I'm okay."

"Well, okay, honey. I think you should go get ready for work, right?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, you're right. I'll call you later, Mom. I love you."

"Perfect. I love you more, Brie."

"And please tell Dad that I love him."

"Surely I will."

We hang up the phone, and I start stretching up before trying to make something at the kitchen. Wish me luck.

Oh my!

My eyes sparkling in pleasure and my jaw dropped as I opened the fridge. There are so many things and whatever they called, they're already inside. Veggies, different kind of meats, hotdog buns, kind of launchable, eggs, milks, and I don't even know what to call the rest of them.

The same thing happens to the cabinets. There are many spices that I don't know how to use. And so as the utensils. My parents must have spent a lot of money to these. Now I'm sure that my kitchen just nearly as complete as MasterChef's pantry. "Thanks' Mom and Dad." I mumbled and smiled. "But I think, I'm going to choose the cereal for this morning." Every morning, maybe. Ugh, I really need to learn how to cook immediately. Ah, I remember that Suzie is good in cooking, she definitely would help me. Or Andres maybe. Last time I ate his soup was so incredibly delicious. Yes, he must be a good cooker though.