Second Road

Episode 25: Grandpa is back

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

I was already at home, after an hour accompanying Allen shopping for groceries, and unfortunately, we were stuck in traffic after that.

The roads are very crowded, the weather is also hot. If you have a car hangover, of course you know what happens if you stay in the car too long.

Well, it's more or less like what you can imagine.

And that's what happened to me. My head got dizzy and ended up drowning after almost all the food I had eaten this morning came out of my mouth.

Now, I just lay on my bed, trying to calm myself down. The nausea had started to go away, but the dizziness in my head did not go away.

Allen gave me tea mixed with salt. He said, it is a panacea to cope with motion sickness.

"What kind of expression is that? Spend it! Don't stare at me like that, anyway you have to be a good sister and drink it all." Allen's Order.

He scolded me when I wouldn't drink it. When I saw her look, I was not sure. Can tea mixed with salt make you feel better?

To be honest, it tastes really bad, it's weird. I died drinking it to the end, he kept forcing me.

The expression on my face kept changing with every sip. Instead of feeling better, I feel bad.

After that I just lay down, unable to do anything. Cold sweat soaked my back because the nausea still appeared occasionally.

"Are you better?" Allen said that just appeared from behind the door.

For the umpteenth time, Allen questioned my situation. I was lazy to answer that question.

My two eyeballs only glanced at him at a glance, giving a sign that my situation was still the same as it was a few minutes ago when he asked.

"Have a lot of rest. You suck, straight away K.O just by sitting in the car for a minute." Her speech.

What moment? He ngawur. Stuck stuck in traffic for two hours, he thought only for a moment? I don't understand the physicality of an adult like him. He looks fine, very good even.

While me? One hour just sitting in the car has made me limp, my stomach also became nauseous and dizziness follow up appear along with him. I started thinking I was too weak.

"What do you want to eat tonight? Whatever I'm gonna make." Bargain Allen.

He sat beside my bed, stretching his hands. It was as if he said:

"I've been a cooking pro, anything I can make. Don't underestimate me, just say it." Kira thinks that's what she means.

"anything. It's up to you, I'm not lust." My reply. I removed the hair on my forehead that was interfering with my vision.

"Can't say what you like." Deuteronomy.

Her green eyes were still looking at me, her face still looking unsatisfied.

"I'm not lusty, I don't have to cook for me, just make food for yourself." I continued by not caring too much about it.

"You're this.Why is it so hard to say what you like?" He's still insistent.

I ignored his last sentence, then tried to go back to sleep.

His hand approached my face, then quickly pinched my cheek ferociously. He pulled my cheek until it hurt.

"I've been patient with you, so don't ignore me. It's your last chance, tell me, or I won't let go." Say it with anxiety.

"It hurts. Allen, release. Ah, I mean, brother, please let go." My love.

He still didn't let go of the pinch. His hand is still pulling my cheek, can my cheek so stretched.

"Da.dang. I want meat. Please cook food from meat, anything is fine." Quickly said. My cheeks feel like they're falling out.

"Meats? All right, I'll cook right now. Rest, I'll wake you up." Allen let go of his pinch, and immediately stepped out.

Huh...

I breathed a sigh of relief, while touching both sides of my cheeks. It still hurts a little, what else is left.

Do you know why? Because Gavin hit him this afternoon and it hurt a lot. I even forgot to compress it because I kept throwing up on the street.

Fortunately, the bag is always available in the car. Otherwise, I can't imagine what would happen to his car.

And this is how I finally chose to go back to sleep. Hopefully by the time I wake up, this dizziness and nausea are gone.

***

"Hey, wakeup. Haru...did you hear me? Let's get up."

"Allen?" I said as soon as I realized that it was he who had awakened me.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to gather awareness.

"Are you better?" Ask.

I'm nodding. The dizziness and nausea that I felt this afternoon were gone. More or less, my feelings are much better now.

Is it possible that this was because of the salt tea I drank so that I could recover quickly?

"Eat now, yuk. I'm done cooking. Oh, guess who just came?" Said again.

"Is it possible.grandfather?" I said with a little doubt.

Allen smiled, then said my words. I got up, walked out of the room.

Grandpa was sitting on the old living room sofa. Looking from his face and my pretty eyes, it seemed like he was just working on a big thing that took a lot of time, and of course looked exhausting.

"Haru, come here." He said as soon as he realized I was standing across the room.

"It's good to see you again, did Allen treat you well?" Ask grandpa while stroking my head.

I'm nodding. More or less, he was kind to me. And lately, he likes to overdo some things.

For example, he would get angry if I didn't finish my meal or sleep late. I think she's approaching the nature of a mother figure.

"Good, I thought you guys were gonna mess up when I left. Turns out you're okay." Grandfather said.

"Of course, I'll take good care of him. Eat first yuk, I've cooked dinner."

So that night the three of us ate Allen's cooking. He cooks a lot of food. Looks like he's cooking rendang and some other food.

I don't know what made him so excited about cooking. Though this week he only ordered food at fast food restaurants or just cooking instant noodles.

And who would have thought that Allen was a good cook. The food he made tasted good, what else is his rendang. Although the color is not as dark as the rendang I have seen, it is still delicious.

"Hows it? Yummy?" Allen glanced at me as I picked up again the food I thought was that rendang.

"Yes, you're good at cooking. Your rendang is good." My answer.

"Drawn?" Ask wonder.

I pointed to one of the containers containing food that I thought was rendang.

There was meat and potatoes in it, covered in a slightly spicy spice, but I could still eat it.

"It's not a tau rendang, it's a beef burguinon. French cuisine, my mother made it." Clearly Allen.

"Rendang ya rendang." My reply.

He just shook his head to hear my answer.

***

That night, after finishing eating, grandfather called me to his study.

"Haru, this week I've been working with some of my fellow professionals with me. We talked about your symptoms and examined the blood samples I took." Grandpa.

"I didn't tell them who you were, and we've developed something better than the once-a-week therapy we used to do. That hurts a lot, doesn't it?" Grandfather glanced at me, asking for my approval.

"Yes, like a nightmare." Saying slowly.

"So, there are other ways that you can grow up while eliminating the effects of your pain more quickly." Grandpa spoke to the point.

Right now, there are only the two of us here. Allen was watching television. After all, she didn't know anything about what I had been through all this time.

I had no intention of saying it, and I probably shouldn't have said it.

"There's one method that's faster, but the burden you're receiving is greater and the risk is also greater. I won't force you to use this method because it's dangerous for you." Grandfather explained the effect to me.

But, no matter how big the risk, I might be able to deal with. I don't want to be small forever and if I can remove all the ingredients that go into my body, maybe I can be free forever.

Maybe they'll stop looking for me and I can get out of this 10-kilometer area. And about the 10-kilometer area, I still don't know what he means. All I know is I'll be safe if I stay inside.

"So, do you want to try this method?"