The Guy Way Below Average

Breakfast

My mother comes to living room to wake me up. I get up and leave the delicious dreams which I’ve been dreaming on the couch when I was sleeping a minute ago. I look up to my mother, she’s already dressed up her maid uniform. A pleated belted black knee-length skirt and a ruffled white blouse top of it. A black waistcoat has been also worn to complete them.

“I’m thinking about working as a maid, that way they’d give me a dress like yours, and I can be as beautiful as you, madam!” I say sarcastically.

“You wish that! This is a special maid uniform only head house maid can wear it,” she says, turning around and showing her dress like a little girl.

“So if I were to be wearing a maid uniform is okay with you as long as it’s not like yours?” I ask, rolling my eyes over her.

“Of course you can wear a maid uniform if you wear it with high heels. They will be very perfect fit on you together,” she scoffs.

“And I suppose it should be the highest rank within maids, if you are the one carrying this head house maid thing title, I must work very hard as a maid to gain that dress—I mean title!” I say half seriously while wearing and buttoning my plain shirt from yesterday. It still has that slightly floral smell of that residence.

“It comes after lady’s maid. That woman you saw yesterday is lady’s maid and she gives orders to all housekeepers.”

“She was so old, I’d be surprised if she could do anything else,” I say and chuckle.

“She is a veteran and experienced maid,” she smiles and moves to the door. She gets her long old coat to hide her maid uniform while walking an hour distance residence where she works for.

“I’d be lucky if I arrive there before the leftovers are being disposed of. What are you going to eat for breakfast?” she asks motherly.

“I’ll take care of myself, like I’ve been since I was fifteen,” I answer not to worry her about me.

“Do you want me to pick you up? I can be a company for you at that tedious long road.” Please accept my offer, it’s the only way I can see Jessica again.

“No, I can’t keep you using like this. You may have better things to do,” she says with a dramatic look on her face.

“Alright then, if there is any time left from gazing at the sky and watching people walking on the street I will come to get you,” I say.

“Daniel—“

“You should get going, or you’ll be starving until lunch,” I retort, cutting off her word and winking to her.

She opens the door, steps outside then closes the door behind her. I’m all by myself again. It’s time to think wisely, but think about what? Maybe I should rephrase that, think about whom? I can think about my dad, who’s died in that fire. He was very nice person. There were times he and my mom had had fights though they were ended with all good. The power of the love had sealed them together once, and even the death of my dad didn’t break that seal. A part of my mother also died and buried when my dad passed away. There can be a discussion whether it’s a good thing or bad thing for my mom, but I think it shows the power of love and loyalty either way. The thing is I’ve never thought this way up till now. I’ve always thought it was better if they never met, but I don’t see it that way at the moment. Why do I’ve changed so sudden?

Unexpected noises coming from outside make me jump from my place. Someone knocks the door abruptly. It’s probably landlord who comes to complain about delayed rent and our tardiness. I get up and go to the door.

“Good morning sir, how may I help you?” No surprise, it’s our landlord for real.

“You know why I came here,”he replied coldly.

“We’ll pay for the rent as soon as my mom gets paid,”I say, not to mentioning we are going to buy supplies and too many other things also with that little much of money.

“There’s one more thing, do you still looking for a job?” he asks.

“I still am looking for any job opportunity actually.” What would you offer me dear landlord, other than washing your dishes?

“Mrs. Helen, your mother, mentioned me before that you’ve had some special skills,” he seems so determined as if there is already something in his mind and just trying to figure out how to say it.

“Like flying and being a superhero? I could do that,” I retort, knowing whatever I say right now he’ll endure it, unless I reject whatever he’s going to offer. I’ll get the advantage of this sneaky middle aged man.

He chuckles at my quick answer.

“Beside of these, I’ve heard you can play piano. I want you to teach my daughter how play piano.”       

Playing piano? I used to do it, but haven’t been playing since ten years.

“I don’t think I can be any useful for your daughter. You had better find a real piano teacher.”

“You will be a real piano teacher for her, she won’t notice. It’s just nine days' wonder for her, you will be enough for that.”

“How old is she?” I ask him because I want to know if I’m going to be a babysitter beside of being piano teacher.

“She’s seventeen and she’s a good girl. I think you two will get along very well. And I will pay for each lesson.”

“If that’s so, I’ll be happy to help your daughter in playing piano.”

“I’ll inform you later about the dates,” he says. It’s little awkward for me, but what’s better thing to do? I do nothing all day long. If I can make it happen then extra income will help us to survive.

He leaves after deal, and I sit down again on the couch. I close my eyes and try to imagine how I was playing piano. I imagine black and white keys and the fabulous sound when I pushed these keys. The more gently I push the softer its tune becomes. Playing one song after another for hours and amazing peaceful feelings that gives to. I hear my dad’s voice, he comes home from office.

Then a girl enters to my room. She sits next to me and watches me with her shiny green eyes while I playing Lover’s Sonata composition. I try to call out her name. ‘Jessica!’ But she doesn’t let me speak and starts yelling,

“Daniel! Daniel! Daniel!”

“Why do you keep calling me? I am here!” I’m asking her, but nothing comes out from my mouth.

“Daniel! Daniel, wake up!”

I wake up to realize I fell asleep and it’d been so late my mother had come home already.

“I guess you didn’t have any time left from gazing at the sky and watching people walking on the street,” she says in a sarcastic tone.

“I’m sorry mom, I couldn’t come to pick you up. I fell asleep.” I’m sorry Jessica, I couldn’t be there to see you.

“It’s alright dear, I’ve come to realize you might. There is nothing better to do other than dreaming things those will never happen anyway,” she says as if she knows I was actually dreaming the impossible.

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