DON'T COME TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING
THE TWINS

I'm still thinking about what Sister Rose said this afternoon. As the day went on, Joe prepared to go to a company meeting that they would represent at a London branch.

Me ? Got a money transfer a month ago ? I'm telling you, Brother Joe told me that it was mom's care. Is Brother Joe lying. Come to think of it, the money from the mother's shop is not that much.

Brother Joe himself did often give me money even before being here. I often refuse because I feel bad. Without Sister Rose interfering, I actually know myself. I also do not want to burden the family, let alone the needs of Hana and Hara, of course, in the future will be more because in a few months they began to enter Kindergarten.

Right after Brother Joe got married, I almost never wanted to receive any personal money from him. Is it possible because of that, so Brother Joe lied ? I don't know.

"The witness has arrived"

Brother Rose shouted as they prepared to descend.

"I'm putting the kids away. Two more days I'll pick you up. Please yes"

"Ready boss"

I said as I ruffled Hana and Hara's hair. They seemed happy to be left behind by their father and mother. The twins were left here because for two days their meeting schedule was crowded. And of course it would be boring for the kids. Especially during meetings, they will only be left at the hotel.

Ever since I was a child, these two boys have been very clingy with me. His mother was always busy working with his father in the same office. I guess, if we were close, at least Sister Rose would be a little grateful for taking care of her child since toddlerhood. But I think I was wrong. The woman was colder even than a lump of stone.

After we say goodbye. Taxis are headed to the train station. Before leaving, Brother Joe slipped the envelope in my hand secretly. He doesn't want his wife to know. I'm going to reject it. But he gave a code, if that's also for the twins for two days here. I finally had to accept. The twins really like to eat. After all with my mediocre financial ability, it seems that it will not be enough if you only rely on monthly allowance.

All day we were just at home. These two boys are playing. Many times they whine want to play outside of course I do not allow because since the morning snow fell heavily.

But being in the house is not a good idea either. I don't know how many fairy tale children I read since last night until the lips feel numb. And the bottom floor that might look like a broken ship. Not a scribble on the wall, a sofa, at the door of the room, at least this is the PR that I will do before the boarding kids come back from vacation in three days.

"HANAAA.. YAAAAAAAA.."

I screamed as toilet tissue splashed downstairs, they used to play mummy-an. Sissy, Eva's cat is also a victim. Given sunglasses, his body wrapped around my scarf like the middle of a fashion show.

"Okay, you guys won. Later in the afternoon aunty take a walk"

My grunts were upset holding back the anger.

"Asshiiikkk..."

They laugh happily.

The hand of the clock near the wooden cupboard pointed to the number two at noon. While I was busy putting them on coats. Honestly, this is the twins' first experience in this cold weather.

Aarrgh. How could Brother Joe be so careless. At least if you want to travel out, at least find out what season is on the internet in what country he will visit. If it is not possible, these two boys should not be invited. But it's hard, he just has my family. My mother had been busy all day taking care of the store, while her nanny worked only until five in the afternoon and did not stay overnight. If left 3 days would be a serious problem.

Joe is the son of my aunt. From the age of five, she was raised by her mother because both her parents died. My father, my uncle, was involved in a work accident. My aunt, who was none other than her mother, died of illness two years after her husband's death.

Joe's brother's coming with us. Because aunt and mother are only two brothers. No inheritance can be left for him because it runs out to finance the debt during the life of his gambling father. Little Joe used to help our shop until he finally got a fairly established job and met his wife there.

Mother always told me, even though Brother Joe has lived better than us, but I should not be spoiled for him. I have to live independently. Do not over-burden asking for money. That's also because the mother refused when forbidden Kak Joe selling because she felt my mother was aged and all the costs of our meals and my education she would bear because as a form of her labor had been cared for by her mother since childhood.

But mom refused. He considers compassion not a tool to measure how much people can reciprocate if what he gives is sincerity. Seeing Brother Joe as he is now, I'm already very proud. He was happy enough. Yes, that's how my mother is..

A cold wind hit my face. It's chilly. I dare not take the twins too far. Moreover, Hara looks shivering even though she is still very enthusiastic about walking around. Ah, look at it I'm ashamed. It could have been that the little boy was walking faster than this aunt. After going through the shops, my only destination was a subscription coffee shop. I remember there providing a nice tiramissu cake.

"Wait here for a second. Aunty order first yes"

I said when we arrived. I let the two boys choose whichever seat they want. The twins headed for a seat near the entrance. At first I was forbidden, because in the corner the air was colder because since then the wind blew quite strong when someone opened the door from the outside. But they whine, what to do.

"2 hot chocolate, 2 moccachino, 3 tiramissu cakes"

After paying the bill, the waiter then prepares the order. Again, this feeling. Like someone watching from far away. Don't know what. I'll ignore it after my order is done.

"Eat slowly. Aunty's going to the toilet for a second"

I said after I brought the tray on the table

"Every aunty..."

I see them eating. Looks like it'll be okay if I leave it for a while.

I came back from the toilet when I saw people swarming on our desk. In panic I went there. Hana heard crying. Some people gathered to give me a way. It appears someone is treating Hana's hand.

"HANA... What happened ?? HARA, why your sister ?!"

I hugged the boy who was still crying so hard. Hara looked scared to answer. A man who was treating Hana turned his head.

"There was a little wind. Her flower vase fell nudging the cup. He then hands this child"

Hara and Hana looked at the young man.

Immediately I thank you for taking care of Hana. He rushed her to the nearest clinic because it was just first aid. Fortunately it is not too severe that it results in something fatal such as severe burn scars. Because the chocolate drink that spilled it was not so hot. Just a little flushed and not so noticeable.

We're still waiting to redeem the prescription drugs. I'm honestly very worried about this kid. How can not be becus take care of them when only a moment. Not to mention if you remember the trust that Brother Joe gave me for his two daughters. I moaned slowly

"Yield..."

Hara approached me who was rubbing Hana's hair.

"Yes, sweetie ...?"

I held him closer

"I'm sorry we. Actually, it was me and Hana who had been joking around. Until accidentally nudged Hana's glass until it spilled in his hand. But why is he lying"

I breathe out slowly. I hugged them tighter. Hana's turn to speak, though,

"Aunty don't be sad. Forgive us. We know that auty and mom are not good. So we promise not to tell mom and dad, let me not scold aunty"

Oh Hana .. The two little girls looked at me softly. How children their age can read the adult world is so complicated. Including the intrigue of the inside. I don't know...

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