
"If you decide to stay here... Will you look after them for me when I'm not around?"
["Why do you say that? Where are we going?"]
"School."
["Oh... Why didn't I think about it? This word of yours does make people misinterpret."]
"You're quick to find a reasonable excuse."
"That's not an excuse but reality."
"Hoam... Did I fall asleep?" lisa just woke up.
"You're awake apparently."
"Sorry, I overslept. Brother's fur really makes me comfortable."
"Bas on you."
We finally arrived. As soon as we entered, I saw a dining table there and waiters serving various dishes on top of it.
"Where have you guys been? Why so long?" ask Mitera.
"Rin, Lisa, Aftur, let's have dinner," mother.
"When did you guys get all this ready?" asked Lisa who came down from my back and walked over to her chair.
"Since you guys went out to go around."
I changed my form back and took a seat next to Lisa. "Oh. Why do you suddenly want to have dinner here?"
"That's because of me" Rosse held out his hand. "I originally wanted to eat my mother's cooking. Suddenly Uncle Darek suggested to have dinner here and everyone agreed to."
"Every early spring I always take lunch while enjoying the spring air. Now why the night tomb?" I enjoyed the dishes the waiter prepared in front of me.
"That's because your father forgot. Hearing Rosse's request to his new mother he remembered about it, "aunty Emely said.
"Not forgetting, but considering that spring comes early here, what's wrong with holding a small tradition of the Morgen residence so that the atmosphere of spring is more pronounced."
"Reason. If you forget, just say forget" I said a little mocking.
"You're this. I did this for you" said Dad slowly.
I was shocked to hear it. "Forku? Thank you." Thank you."
"No! This dinner is not a small tradition of welcoming spring. Tradition is to be welcomed in time. I promise to make it so much more special than we've been doing all this time."
The others were immediately confused by what father had just said. Those who understand here may be just me and Aftur.
"What's wrong with you, baby?" ask mommy to dad.
"Yes. You seem to be hiding something from us and you look so worried, too" Pateras said.
"I'll be looking forward to it" I said with a smile on my father.
"Rin," I looked away from me.
["What's up with dad?"]
["I don't know."]
The dinner continues. Dad and I weren't too swept up in the excitement of the story at the dinner table. We just respond to their questions in two words or just smile thinly. After dinner, we relax in this room. Father, Pateras, Alan's uncle, Jonshp's uncle, Fang's uncle and Aftur had already left for a job. For the mothers, they were still joking while accompanying Mia and Jimmy to play. As for me, Sofia, Lisa and Rosse, we were fiddling with flower arrangements just for decoration.
"Lisa, how can your family have this unique game before the beginning of spring?" ask Rosse.
"Initially, it was actually from something that wasn't on purpose. I was only five years old at the time. Right in early spring, dad removes the lock of the barn. We looked everywhere in the house. Nearly two hours looking for the key but never met. Pateras and Miterra had given up looking for him but I did not. Until I finally found the key. Pateras was so happy once I found the key. So as a gift, I'm allowed to ask for anything I want" Lisa explained.
"Oh... So since then a small tradition was formed," said Sofia.
"Eh... That's because of me..." Lisa was embarrassed to say it.
"What do you really want to say?" I asked Lisa.
"Haha... You are the same as Rin who likes to be given gifts" Sofia sneered at me.
"Hm!" I looked away from Sofia. "You're naughty, too, it's my sister."
"Hide... But my plan was discovered by Miterra. In return Mitera mala hid my doll."
"Hahaha.." me, Sofia and Rosse laughed at it.
"Guns eat master," Rosse said on the sidelines laughing.
"Remember the heart wants to get a gift of its own hidden doll mala."
"That's it, you guys stop laughing!" lisa shouted with her pouting face. She looks so cute.
"Hide... Sorry, sorry. You're so cute, anyway," I pinched Lisa's cheeks in a fit of anxiety.
"Sister...!"
"Horay! My flower arrangement is done," Sofia showed me her beautiful flower arrangement.
"I'm done too" Rosse also showed me the flower arrangement.
"Gee... It's beautiful," I said.
"What about your flower arrangement, Rin?" ask Sofia.
"I haven't finished it yet" I released Lisa's own face that I still pinched. I quickly finished my flower arrangement. "It's ready."
"You made two?" Rosse.
"Yes. It's for mom and Mitera."
I stood up and approached Mother and Miterra. I immediately presented the flower vault I made to mother and Mitra. Sofia and Rosse did the same to their mother. As for Lisa, she still hasn't finished her flower arrangement.
"Ohoa... What are you giving this to Keyla?" mitera asked as I placed the flower arrangement over her head.
"Every year I always make flower arrangements for mothers. Now this year I have Miterra. So of course I have to present a flower arrangement for you," I grabbed Miterra from behind and kissed her cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby. Thank you," Mitera returned a kiss on my cheek.
"I'm sorry, Mitra, mom. This is all I can give you this spring."
"It's okay, Rin. This is enough" said my mother.
"It's just artificial spring. When the real spring comes, we will look for the Muguet flower as usual" Sofia said.
The Muguet or Lily of the Valley is a white bell-shaped flower. At the beginning of spring, Sofia and I always picked this flower to give to my mother. The Muguet flower is a sign of happiness.
"Hey, I also always pick Muguet flowers for Miterra. On a small hill not far from the farm there are a lot of Muguet flowers. I used to look for that flower there. In addition to the Muguet flowers, there are also beautiful grass flowers. We go there sometime in the spring" Lisa said.
"Good idea," Sofia quickly agreed.
"I also want to pluck Muguet flowers. In my old house there was very rarely this one flower. Good luck can find him."
"I'll take you there in the spring. That place is so beautiful. You'll all be amazed."
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