Illusional Love (PENDING)

Twelve

Butter, eggs, flours, milk, they're all in. What else haven't I put inside?

This new recipe (for me) my mom just gave me about making a sponge cake is just crazy. I thought we would just need like 4 eggs for the average size of cake but it's actually using more than I could ever imagine.

More eggs, more aroma and moisturized. That's what she told me. I can't help but I need to make this cake for Brit's boyfriend, Ethan, since it's going to be his birthday on the weekend. She knows that my mom's cake recipe are the best one she has ever tasted so she'd like me to make it when I'm actually so suck at baking a cake.

It will always come out to be rough or sodden, but the taste isn't so different. So if someone wants me to make a cake, I'd be the brownie cake baker. My mom usually makes sponge layer cake that's extremely delicious because she makes it not too sweet and not too buttery. It's just perfect.

The bakery store my mom owns isn't that big but people like to order for their weddings at my mom's because of the taste. My mom's cakes are kind of expensive but it's totally worth-it for its magical taste. I'm really proud of her because with that bakery, she can make a lot of money from it.

"Britney!" I yell at her as I stir the mixture with my blue spatula. My apron is currently covered with white tiny bit of flour, thank God I've put my hair up to ponytail right before I start on making the mixture.

She comes out from her room with her eyes still glued to her phone screen and her lips curves up into a big cheeky smile that I found it to be a little bit ridiculous. Her straight blond hair is flowing down so neatly and sometimes I envy her hair because it has never seemed to look mess almost every time.

When she finally reaches the counter where I'm standing, she looks up to me, finds me raising a brow up at her. She looks at me innocently and with no expression draws on her face. "What?"

I glance down to look at her phone screen but she quickly sweeps it away from my sight that makes me glancing back up to look at her face. "No peeking!" She locks it and puts it on her running shorts before clasping her arms beneath her chest. "So what is it?"

Her eyes lay on mine in a full of bore look. "What flavor he likes in a cake? And do you want me to make a brownie that looks like a rounded cake or a sponge cake like what my mom made?" Without me realizing, her eyes are already flickering to behind me to see a bowl that filled with the mixture.

"Of course like your mom's! And he likes green tea.. I guess." She rolls her eyes before looking back at her phone.

I roll my eyes as well and turn to the mixture of soon-to-be green tea sponge cake. I really wish I could do better to this cake because I don't want to ruin my mom's specialty by the mistake of my hands. People may say that baking a cake is the easiest than cooking because in cooking we have to deal with oil and fire or heat, but from all of the things I can do, baking is the hardest.

Whenever I bake something, it always reminds me of the burning I'd felt when I was younger. It was Friday and my mom was trying her recipe of a sweet vanilla cream layer cake while I was playing on my Nintendo DS. When I heard she called me from the kitchen, I quickly stood up from the couch and walked towards her without even looking at my steps.

I looked up for awhile to see my mom standing in front of the sink and washing the things she'd used for making the cake. I walked towards her and leaned myself against something that I thought was a white box that was laid on the table. But then I felt the very sting feeling on my elbow that makes me jumping as I held onto my arm. My mom immediately turned around to look at me with a full of concern look.