My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 37: Flora Hamilton Laskaria

"Tara, here we go, special pudding for my dear."

Giving a plate of pudding to Alva, the man receives Arana's gift. The pudding was not deformed, it was semi-circular in shape with a wave like a flower. there was a liquid of melted white chocolate on it, and the aroma was soft. When the plate changed hands, for a moment the pudding swayed gently.

"Take a taste and tell me how it feels?" Arana said with a smile that could not be separated on her father's face.

"All right, I'll try." Alva took the spoon that had been placed next to the pudding and started cutting. Take a large enough piece and put it in his mouth.

A soft and sweet melted taste was felt on his tongue. The texture is chewy, but can melt like a unique marshmello. Alva can't not scoop anymore and again.

"Very delicious!" Alva had not forgotten her assessment on the pudding.

Hearing what Alva said, Arana made a satisfied smile. Since long ago, besides happy to make cookies, he also likes to make pudding. Pudding with any taste, but among all the pudding he made, Arana likes milk pudding because it feels soft and sweet to be comfortable in the tongue.

Where did Arana learn?

This time, he did not learn from his grandmother. He learns of a woman who used to be his neighbor. The woman was very kind, friendly and sociable. Arana often plays at home to learn to make pudding. Starting from ordinary pudding even to painted pudding. But only a few months of living, the woman had to move because she followed her husband who was transferred.

If you ask who among Amber and Lily who likes pudding the most, then the answer is Lily. While playing in her apartment, and Arana making pudding, Lily will spend it all. And in the end, a fight with Amber that ended in a dispute between the two. But yes, next they will return to eating when he serves food. Forgetting a moment of their quarrel.

Arana smile. "Thank God you like it!"

Looking at Arana's smile, Alva's hands stretched out. Cupping his cheeks and floating repeated kisses on both cheeks that make Arana nervous. "Al, stop! It's ticklish!"

"Why? I'll just kiss you." Regardless of Arana's hand trying to cover her face, Alva continued to kiss on the girl's white cheek.

Clapping her eyebrows, Arana moved her hand to Alva's waist and tickled her. Alva jumped, but Arana held Alva's feet with her own and grinned ignorantly. "Sa–Darling, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just kidding."

"You're really adorable until I want to chew your cheeks. I'm sorry, huh?"

Arana shakes. "No mercy for you this time!"

After that, just like before, the room was filled with laughter from Alva who was tickled, and Arana who was busy moving her fingers. Happy because of the misery of Alva who could not resist the carelessness caused by his actions.

Arana looked at Alva who was laughing below her. Her lips revealed a beautiful laugh, her enchanting voice greeted her hearing and her manic was brightened by tears. Arana's heart is rapidly forming. She smiles.

It feels warm.

...***...

Opening her manic, Arana pranks for a while before looking straight ahead. Is he in his room? Did he fall asleep on the couch last night and Alva moved him? Ah, Arana forgot.

The bed next to him was empty, indicating that Alva was no longer there. Looking at the clock set on the table, Arana slightly widened her eyes. It's 8 and he just woke up?! That's amazing, Arana! You sleep like a koala!

Grabbing her phone, Arana finds a message from Alva. [Darling, I've left for the company. I couldn't bear to wake you up so I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to you. Oh yeah, I've prepared toast and milk on the table. Be eating. Love you.]

[Love you too.]

Stretching her body after putting her phone next to her, Arana gave a small yawn before getting up and stepping towards the bathroom. 20 minutes later, she came out in a short-sleeved shirt and black knee-length pants. Her face was fresher after she cleaned herself up. Due to the warm bath, her cheeks naturally reddened, and there was a faint dew on her eyelashes, which made the lashes look shiny under the morning sun.

"Umm, I'd better go to the park." Arana Mumbles.

Instead of getting bored, it is better to breathe fresh air outside while drawing. At least it's more useful than just sitting quietly at home watching television, reducing the supply of world electricity. Oh, it looks like it would be good if today he also went to the orphanage. Meet Katrina and the other children.

"Yosh, let's get ready!" Mumbled.

...***...

Walking in the not-so-crowded city park, Arana occasionally stretches her hands. He looked up, took a deep breath before exhaling. The air this morning was very fresh, and the sun seemed to shine brightly. Arana circulated her gaze, finding a long bench under the tree. His feet stepped up, taking him to sit on that park bench. Look at the people who passed by in that park.

There are lovers who are exercising together. There was a group of mothers who were doing morning gymnastics, there was a small child who was running around with his friends. The comfortable atmosphere that made Arana smile.

He opened his bag and picked up the sketchbook and the questioner. Lifting the questioner straight to measure a group of gymnastic mothers, Arana began to scratch the ink onto the brownish sketch paper.

The lines begin to form. His hands did not stop moving, just as his manic continued to exchange glances between the sketch paper and the group of mothers. Up to 10 minutes later, the images of mothers doing the same movement with the background of the city and high buildings are printed clearly in the sketchbook in his hand. Giving a final touch, Arana was startled by a voice that suddenly appeared from next to her.

"Good picture."

"Aah!" Surprised, Arana's hand involuntarily jumped following her body. A large scribble was drawn cutting through the image he made.

Arana. The woman looked at her sketches before saying nonchalantly. "Dearly enough. Beauty doesn't last long, does it?"

Arana was confused and looked at him doubtfully. "That's, a—you're who, huh?"

The woman wanted a grin. His red lips widened and his sharp manic narrowed. "Flora Hamilton Laskaria."

"Love Alva."

Author's Note:

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023

In 2023, I hope everyone can start a new way to live a better life. Let us join together to enliven this new year with smiles, love, happiness and satisfaction in family, friendships and even work.

Greetings, Ree (●'▽'●) ⁇