Passion of a Soldier

Moving - in

She cannot breathe... she feels too suffocated in the room. There is a mixed emotion on her, happiness that her Patient number two (P2) was now awake, unlike (P1) who died a week ago, which somehow broke her heart. She knows how the family feels because she belongs to a family of military men. Her father is an ex- marine, her two brothers are both member of airforce and most of her male cousins are in government services , risking their life to protect the country. Woman in their family are programmed to be a doctors specialized in surgery and internal medicines or nurses , like her.. What a weird set of family she have, she thought..
Now she missed , oh perhaps she will give them a call after her duty... Her Mom keep on insisting that she'd come back in Hawaii. Start her own business on the piece of land her father bought on his retirement. It's her dream, to bake a cake , a different one , the one that she experiment based on her tastebuds , not learned in school or in the internet but based on her mood and taste bud...
Hmmm , she remembers all the laughters her big military family had whenever she presented her freshly baked cakes after meal, they all teased her that it was not good, that it was the worst dessert they ever had! And she will burn into anger, one time she get the revolver of his father before serving the cakes and everybody behaves!

Lana was about to leave the hospital when Walter stopped her.. There is still sadness in the man's face.
"Thank you." it was brave of you to come near him when he got hysterical . He is so strong that I am afraid , he might accidentally hit you.
Here's the key to the apartment. All the papers you need to sign was on top of the table.

"He will be fine , I'm sure of it, with the family around him, he will recover. The first and formost thing that you and your family do is "acceptance" accept the reality of what happened to him , think more of a brighter side , so he too will accept of  what had happened to him."
The oldman smiled at me and nod, then I begin to walk.

As I open the door of my new apartment, I was not suprise anymore . This is exactly how I want it to be. I used to live in a studio type apartment but shared with a friend. So the piece of furniture I have is the only thing I need....
my one seater red chair like a princess is in one corner , my lovebirds and my fortune plant and my glass water falls  with different light. It looks perfect in this apartment...
There is only one refrigerator, microwave and coffemaker and that is all mine! I wonder if I am to share or well maybe not.
I check on my room, neatly painted . My bed and my cabinets are all waiting for me. All I need is to open the boxes and  put all my stuff, but I am too tired or too lazy to do that right now.
I check the contract on the table, Walter did everything as promise. The apartment was named to me, so I have all the right on it. It was fully paid for one year and all I have to do is deposit my share on his bank account written on the paper.
Our contract is purely on the apartment ONLY. Definitely not a personal nurse of his son.  As to when these men are gonna stay in the apartment , I have no idea, but as long as I have my own room and privacy then I will just enjoy living in this apartment thou the place was set up for a wheelchair to move around, the sink was lowered to be within his reached, cabinets and drawers are also adjusted.