𝙇𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 is a dark romance series featuring dominant and possessive alpha males with twisted morals. They are not your typical hero that you fell in love with.

𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬.

\~ 𝘼𝙎𝙃\~

I glanced at the wall clock and realized that it had only been five minutes since the last time I checked the time. I checked my wristwatch too, just in case the wall clock had stopped, but it showed the same time.

It felt forever though....

I have no idea how many times I glanced at the wall clock for today. I can't count anymore. Since the time struck six, I've been looking at the clock for a while

Why the hell am I trying to count how many times I've checked the click though?

I sighed. I just turned the logbook I was holding. I stopped myself from looking at the clock again. I might just get annoyed when Likewise, I see that less than a minute has passed.

I tried to concentrate on what i was doing iIstead. I counted the clothes on one of the display racks and recorded that in the logbook. Then I followed the adjacent display rack and counted the clothes there as well.

I glanced at the wall clock again.

Twenty minutes before seven in the evening. I have to prepare now if I want to get to my destination on time. I don't want to be late for my walks anymore. Likewise, i value time especially if it affects other people's time. I hate it just thinking that someone is waiting for me.

"You have a date with sir Yakov. Ma'am?"

I looked at one of my assistants here at the store. Millie was smiling as she approached me. She fixed the clothes that were messed up because of the customers earlier.

"How did you know? " I asked.

"You've been looking at the clock for a while now, ma'am. You only do that when you have a walk, and you don't want to be late," Andrea said. She was standing by the counter, doing the inventory too.

I chuckled.

"Looks like you know me well, huh?" "Not at all, ma'am. We just know how much you value other people's time," Millie said.

I guess it shows in me though. That's why even they don't really delay getting to the shop. If anything, they would tell me in advance if they were going to be late and that would save me all the hassle.

Sometimes I actually open this shop when there is a chance that both of them will be late at the same time. That's why I like their early telling. At least the operating time of the boutique will not be affected.

"Alright, ma'am. We're here. So you won't be late for your date with Sir Yakov," Andrea said, and I immediately shook my head.

"I just can't do that," I said shaking my head. "Even if I'm the owner, I still want to help here. Even at closing time,"

"You always help us, Miss Nat, When you're out for a walk, you're not here, or you can't go home first," Millie said.

"We're okay here, ma'am. Get ready so you can be prettier in Sir Yakov's eyes."

"To make Sir fall in love with you even more, ma'am!"

I laughed at their teasing. I really like them. That's why I can't make them speak. Not that I was thinking about it. I am comfortable and already content with just the two of them helping me with the shop. They have been working here for a long time, so they know my likes and dislikes. Plus, they're really good at their job. I haven't had any problems with them yet.

"Because you insist, then I'll get ready now," I said. But later, he also winced and looked at them with concern. "Are you sure it's okay for you to go first?"

They nodded together.

"It's okay, ma'am!"

"Enjoy your date!"

I smiled at them before I headed to the back office to get ready and get my purse. I checked myself in the mirror and decided to retouch a bit. I just tucked some errands of my medium Bob-cut hair behind my ears. I dyed my hair light, andwn and I smiled at how the color's my fair skin.

I appreciate pink lipstick on my plum lips. My eyebrows were straight , andI really like it this way. I don't look grumpy or intimidating because I already have an aluitedmond-shape eyes. Because I often get told that when my makeup emphasizes my mats.

I inherited my eye color from my father which is dark brown. While my small nose but with a high bridge was from my mother.

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I left the office with my purse and said goodbye to my two assistants.

I drove to the restaurant where Yakov and I decided to meet for our dinner tonight. I got there five minutes early and Yakov hadn't arrived yet. A waitress guided me to our reserved table and someone served me water while I was waiting for Yakov.

This was okay for me though. I'd rather be the one waiting than other people waiting. I get really anxious and uncomfortable whenever I think that someone is waiting for me where they can use their time more conveniently instead of just waiting.

It was seven in the evening and Yakov still wasn't here. It was normal, the usual thing.

This is not new so I waited another five minutes before I checked the phone for Yakov's text to see if he was late today.

I smiled when I saw the photo that I used as my lock screen wallpaper. It was a selfie photo of me and Yakov. We were both smiling at the camera. Our cheeks were touching so our faces would fit in the frame.

Yakov and I were childhood friends. Our family is close to Yakov's family. I guess it was also because both families benefited from each other and have been friends ever since.

We're a family of politicians. My father is a senator. While Yakov's father is the chief of PNP.

I realized that our family has been working together since then.

That's why our parents were so happy when Yakov and I became friends. I was happy for making my parents happy, especially my father. That's why I've been trying so hard for my relationship with Yakov to work.

I really like Yakov's company. As childhood friends, we already know a lot about each other. Our relationship was really convenient for me. I didn't have to go to the trouble of answering questions such as what's my favorite flower, my favorite color, or food. Especially the one where they would ask what type of men I am.

And I'm comfortable with Yakov. Plus, I really like him.

But in these situations I really don't like Yakov. While I value time, Yakov wasn't. He is always late for our conversation. Only sometimes be on time and rarely if he is ahead of the meeting time. I told him about it several times but he still hasn't changed. He's always making me wait. Every damn time.

Twenty minutes after seven had already passed and Yakov still wasn't here. I ordered wine a while ago and I'm drinking the second glass now. I'm not planning to get drunk tonight without eating dinner. But it looks like that will happen before Yakov arrives.

It was seven-thirty in the evening when Yakov finally arrived which was really a good thing 'cause I was already thinking of going home. I couldn't hide my annoyance with him when I approached him.

“Thank God! You're finally here!" I said as I stood up to greet him. I don't know if it's still called a greeting because the annoyance in my voice is obvious.

“Have you been here for a while?" he even dared to ask as he kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help but roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Yakov, the conversation is seven in the evening. I got here five minutes early," I said as we both took our seats. "You're always arriving earlier than the call time," he said like it was my fault for being early." I frowned. "Really? You're blaming me?" Yakov sighed. It was obvious that I was bored. When it's like this, he'll stop and won't do anything to annoy me even more. That's why it's really convenient for both of us that we have already known each other since we were kids. We avoid pointless arguments. "Alright, I'm sorry. I got caught up with something." I waited for him to elaborate more on what he said. What is the thing he is referring to why he is late now. But he already called the server's attention so we could order our food. I just let it go and didn't ask any more about that matter. I just let him order for me too since he also knows what I want to eat.

We talked as the servers prepared our orders. Our talk was always casual. We don't have anything else to talk about because when something happens in their family, I find out more about Mommy than her. That's how close our family is.

This was really... comfortable.

“How's the shop?" Yakov asked as we started to eat. I glanced at him before proceeding to cut my steak.

“It's doing good. We're planning to branch out again."

“What?" I heard a strange tone in his voice so I looked at him. I saw the disapproving look on his face. "Maybe that will make you busy? This will be your third time now."

“It's okay. I have an assistant," I said simply.

“Where are you planning to branch out this time?"

“I'm still thinking," I said, shrugging my shoulders so we could drop this topic.

I was starting not to like the look on his face like he was disapproving of my thoughts so I decided to change the topic of our conversation.

“How about you? How's your day?" I asked.

“Oh, before I forgot... Clear your schedule next weekend," Yakov suddenly said which made me frown.

“Why?"

He showed me his smile. I also smiled when I saw that she looked excited.

“Kuya will visit. We have forced him, finally."

My smile froze. After a while, the smile on my lips completely disappeared.

Oh, that's right... Yakov has a brother. A half-brother. I almost forgot.

What I know is that his brother is in Russia and has not visited the Philippines for a long time.

That's why Yakov and his mother were convincing him to at least visit just for a while. Yakov is now his Mommy's second family. His half-brother was left behind in Russia with his Russian father. I have no idea why but it seems like his mother didn't want to go back to Russia so they are forcing only his brother to visit here in the Philippines.

I remember the last time his half-brother visited. It was so long ago. Yakov and I were both young then. We were both eight at that time and his brother was in his teens already. I can't even remember how old they are.

Lyon was the last visit of his brother. It never happened again.

Because of Yakov's mention of his brother, I suddenly remembered what happened before. The reason why I hated his arrogance

I was a kid at that time so of course, I enjoyed playing. I was digging the ground, in the garden behind Yakov's house. I don't even know why Mommy let me till the land then. Maybe because she and Dad were busy talking with Yakov's parents that will benefit our family because Daddy was already planning to run for politics.

I don't even remember where Yakov was then and why I was the only one playing in their back garden.

Suddenly, his half-brother was already in front of me. I was crouching down on the ground while he was standing in front of me. I don't know if that's why I think he's so tall. He was looking down at me and that was the first time I felt so small.

But still, he looked like a prince to me. He looked so handsome and cool. With his hands inside the side pocket of his trousers as he looked down at me. I still remember how impressed I was with him, especially when I saw his blue eyes.

Not until I saw his smile. He even scoffed like he was laughing at me.

"You shouldn't be here," I remember him saying.

I remember just staring at him then. He has an accent. That was only four words but... He looked more attractive with his accent.

"What?" I asked.

"Beggars are not allowed in here," he said again with that thick accent.

It took me a moment before I finally realized what he meant 'cause I was so fascinated with his accent and his blue eyes... and everything about him. I stood up in annoyance and waved in front of him.

Now, that I think about it, I probably didn't look intimidating with my pigtails. That's probably why Yakov's brother still laughed at me at that time.

"I am not a beggar!" I shouted out of annoyance.

"Hmm?" He eyed me from head to toe with a smirk on his lips. "Okay. My bad."

I remember that I was just more annoyed by what he said. Then our parents called for us.

When Mommy saw me, she almost passed out. I didn't know why. She said something like she was going to wash my face but Yakov's mother stopped her, saying that it was adorable. Then they forced us to pose for a picture. Yakov, his brother, and me.

"Your brother will finally visit here?" I asked Yakov when I was done with my memory lane.

He nodded, still with a smile on his face.

"Yeah... Mom wanted to spend time with him. I should take you with me."

"Hmm," I just said and nodded once.

I heard Yakov chuckle.

"Are you still mad at brother? It's been a while."

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, first impression lasts. I never saw him again after that, that's why

the image of your brother in my brain."

"Let it go... Maybe now, you'll change your mind about him."

Yakov looked really excited that he'll finally meet his brother again. He's his only brother.

He has no other siblings. Because of the situation, he grew up as the only child of his family. Maybe that's why the brother is so excited to finally be together.

I guess he wanted to get spoiled too. Especially since he's the younger brother. He also probably wanted someone to talk with things that we couldn't talk about. Things that only boys will understand.

At the restaurant, Yakov and I parted because we had the same cars. I drove home and while looking at my own house, I felt proud. It was a two-story house with four bedrooms and a spacious terrace on the side. The style was simple with gray and white paint.

I bought this house with my own money after the success of my business. I've wanted to leave my parents' house for a long time. At first I was even hesitant, knowing how controlling my dad is. So I was very happy when they allowed me to buy my own house.

After I parked the car, I went inside the house. I put the keys on the bowl that was on the display cabinet that can be passed through the living room. It's also where the pictures from different moments in my life are placed.

The picture of Yakov and I was there when we graduated from college. I was holding a bouquet that he gave me. Next to that was the picture during the grand opening of my boutique shop. He was also with me in the picture, and I'm holding flowers that he gave me as well.

Only then did I remember the picture that had been buried in oblivion for a long time. It's in the back because it's covered by recent photos. I took it and stared at the picture in my hand.

When I saw that picture, then I understood why Mommy reacted like that and why Yakov's older brother laughed at me. I looked like a mess. My face and clothes are dirty from tilling the soil. My pigtails are also uneven. One is lower than the other. My hair was still messy. Some strands were sticking out.

It was a photo of me, Yakov, and his half-brother. I was in the middle, looking at Yakov's half-brother with a frown on my face. Yakov is smiling at the camera, doing a pogi-sign, with his thumb and his forefinger spread out under his chin. While his brother was just cool looking at the camera. He wasn't even smiling.

A smile escaped from my lips. I suddenly began to wonder how this arrogant and rude teen had been.

Nothing... I was just curious.

\~𝘼𝙎𝙃\~

My parents are coming to my house today. I do not know why. There is no reason why Mommy told me why Daddy suddenly came to visit me today. I just received a text from her sometime after lunch yesterday, telling me that they'll visit me today.

That's why yesterday, I really cleaned the house all day. I haven't visited my shop yet. I also don't have to visit the shop every day

'cause I know that Millie and Andrea could manage it so well. But I still want to help as an owner.

Because Mommy said their visit was sudden, my general cleaning was also sudden. I don't need it, actually. The maid only cleans the whole house every Monday. And it's only Wednesday. But I still want to do it. I need.

Mom's sudden announcement of her visit was a nightmare for me. But taking him to my father could be the death of me.

My mother is very strict and strict. Even small things he notices. He wants everything to be perfect in his eyes. He shouldn't see anything wrong that could affect Daddy's image, our family's image. She wants people to think our family is perfect because she is a perfect housewife.

That's why I have to make sure that Mommy doesn't see anything wrong with their visit. I've been living alone since a year after I graduated from college. I never expected my clothing line business to be so successful. Because of that I saved up to buy my own house.

I need to show my parents that I can do it on my own. That I can be successful without their help. That I can be proud of them.

That's why I cleaned the whole house yesterday. Maybe if Mommy sees something wrong, they will withdraw their approval for me to leave the house.

Then, my father is also there...

If Mommy doesn't see anything wrong, my dad is more strict.

There must be absolutely nothing wrong with me. Unlike Mommy, I can hide my mistakes. He just couldn't see. While my father wanted me to be absolutely perfect.

As a senator, he has to be the best in the public eye. He wants to see his family perfect too.

It was so hard for me to please my father. Both of my parents.

That's why I'm so tired from the cleaning I did yesterday. I repeated it twice. I also didn't get a good night's rest last night thinking that my parents would be visiting. That's why I can still feel my tiredness until now.

But I didn't realize that when I met my parents. I welcomed them with a wide smile on my lips. I met them outside the gate. I even saw Mommy's gaze wandering around my house as she got out of the car.

She was wearing a white blazer over her gray sleeveless dress that reached her knees. Her brown her were brushed backwards. Her face was full of makeup, it made her look

more strict and sophisticated.

While my dad was busy talking with someone who took this opportunity to ask for his help because he found out about my dad's visit today.

Senator, I finally caught up with you," the woman said. She was wearing a tattered shirt and shorts. The slippers worn are also dirty. She was clutching my father's hand that she didn't let go of when she shook hands with Daddy earlier. "I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. I've been waiting for you at your house, but the guard always sends me away."

"Is that so? He's just ensuring our security. I'm sorry," Dad said calmly.

He was wearing a suit and even his hair was mixed with gray and black, Daddy's handsomeness was still evident.

"I know that, Sir. That's why I'm so happy I caught up with you here today."

"What can I do for you?" my father asked.

The woman told my father her story. His wife is said to be in the hospital. He's a sidewalk vendor and was run over while crossing. It was a hit-and-run. They don't have money to pay for the hospital and because only the father works and is now in the hospital, they don't have any money to buy for food. The three children are said to be unable to go to school because there is no school.

The woman even cried as she told my father her story. Daddy has his arms around her. Mommy came to them and listened to what the woman was saying.

Daddy handed the girl a calling card after telling the story. "This is my assistant's number. Just call him and tell him I promised to help you.

The woman burst into tears as she shook my father's hand. I was also in tears when I saw the joy on the woman's face while thanking daddy. She looked so relieved to receive help from him.

"Thank you very much indeed, Sir," the woman said repeatedly.

"There is nothing," my father's said and the woman finally released his hand.

"Don't forget that it was Sneator Gonzales who helped you," my mom said and the woman nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am. What they say is true. Senator Gonzales is very kind!"

The woman said goodbye and my parents finally went in. When they entered the gate, the smile disappeared from Mommy's lips and turned to me with a frown.

"What kind of subdivision is this, Natalia? Why do people like that get in here?" she pointed at the gate's door. I know he's talking about your girl. "Just get a house, even where the security is not good!"

My disappointment hit me like a hurricane. They hadn't even entered the house yet but Mommy noticed something wrong right away. All my hassle, my exhaustion, and my effort while cleaning the house all meant nothing. All my preparations were useless for their visit today.

I know. I know Mommy. Once someone notices one, it will continue.

She will be on a roll for the whole day.

I already failed.

"What's the sudden visit, Mom?" I just asked when we entered the house. I wasn't excited anymore.

Mommy passed by the display cabinet that is the first pass when entering the living room. She ran her fingers on the surface and checked it for dust. He looks to see if he can get dirt.

I cleaned that display cabinet several times. more than twice. I know that Mom will check it since it was the first furniture to notice when entering my house. I know that it was already clean but I still felt anxious. He started seeing me wrong. That will follow.

"I know that I already approved of you moving out of the house but only if I had known that you would be moving to this house, I would not have agreed." She looked around and glared at me afterward. "Jesus, Natalia! This place is so small!"

No... That's not true. I wanted to apologize but I chose not to speak.

There is nothing small about my house. It has four bedrooms and three bedrooms. A bathroom is right inside the master's bedroom so that room is spacious. The house has a front garden and a wide garage that could fit three vehicles. There is also a wide terrace on the side.

I always thought that the house I bought was too big for me. But for some reason, mom still saw it as something small.

"I'm alone, mom. There's no need for my place to be so big," I reasoned out.

"Think about what others will say!" mom exclaimed. "They'll say your Daddy and I let you live in the little house! They might even think you ran away! They'll mess up our family!"

I took a deep breath. I didn't speak.

I bought this house as an investment. And so I can finally be independent. I didn't buy it to show off my parents' wealth.

"Hush, Gwendolyn... Maybe people are still outside. Maybe someone will hear you," Dad said with a calm voice.

I bit my bottom lip. I tried to deny it, telling myself that I just wanted to be

independent, to learn everything on my own, that's why I bought a house and decided to leave my parents' house. But... they were also part of the reasons why I did it.

I'm so tired of this. I can't handle this scenario every day in my life. I love them. I still love my parents but sometimes... it's too much.

"Dad, why did you visit?" I turned to dad who was calm about what was happening. I have to control my emotions.

Dad glanced at me before raising his head in mom's direction.

"Ask your mom."

I looked at mom. She fixed her blazer that was resting on her shoulders.

"I heard from Tessa that her eldest son is going to visit and she wants you to join them." She stared at me. Her eyes were serious. "This is serious, Natalia. Yakov might even propose to you."

I let out a nervous laugh.

"I don't think so, mom. Yakov and I agreed that we'll settle once we're both stable and ready. And he's excited to meet his brother again and bond with him. that's something where he'll get bust and would steal time to bond with his brother."

Mom regarded my reason. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Still, better be ready." She raised her eyebrows at me. "Have you packed yet?"

I frowned.

"Why do you need to pack?"

Mom looked at me in disbelief. After a while he sighed. Like she's already used to me being like this.

"You'll stay in Siargao for the weekend. Tessa's eldest son enjoys surfing." She heaved a deep sigh again. "Goodness, Natalia Nicole! What are you going to do without me?"

I didn't speak. I decided to prepare tea for them. I know what they want to drink. I went to my kitchen but mom followed me.

"You wanted to be independent but with things like this, you can't be yourself anymore!"

Mommy was waiting while I was quietly preparing their tea. Even after I finished preparing it and went back to the living room to give my father his tea, Mommy still didn't finish waiting.

"Even in choosing a house you are sloppy!" she said as I gave her the tea.

Dad was busy with his phone as mom continued to rant about her disappointment with me. I'm just quiet and don't speak. It will only get worse if I reason out. The line will just get longer.

I tried so hard not to let her words affect me. I try not to listen to that.

But it's hard to pretend not to be affected especially when those hurtful words came from my own mother.

After lunch, they decided to leave. I drove them to the gate. Mommy got into the car first. The driver already opened the door for my father but Dad turned to me before he got inside.

"Natalia, I'll be handing out donations personally for the typhoon victims. I want you to donate some clothes from your shop."

I was surprised and couldn't believe when I looked at daddy.

"But, dad... Those are my designs-"

"Just do what I said." He didn't let me speak anymore and got into the car.

I stayed rooted in my place. The driver glanced at me before turning to the driver's side and getting into the car.

I watched as the car drove away.

So that's why my father visited me today. I was even surprised that he would go with me to visit Mommy. By the way, I just want to do something.

What is the point of visiting? He chatted with me about it. He didn't accept anything I had to say.

I entered my house, I felt so exhausted. I lost the strength to go up to my room and I collapsed on the sofa.

Whenever I meet my parents, I always feel tired afterwards. Mentally and physically. I feel so bad that sometimes, I think of not meeting them at first. I just want to rest. For myself.

I took my phone and dialed Yakov's number. It took a while before he answered my call.

"Hey, what's up?" he said after answering the call.

"Yakov... my parents visited me today. Your mommy told me that we will stay in Siargao for two days to bond with your brother?"

"Yeah..." I heard his laugh on the other line. "Kuya likes surfing. Which is great since, you know, I know how to surf! We have mutual interest, Nat! We're brothers!"

He laughed happily on the other line. He seemed happy and excited. He was very happy to discover that he and his brother had the same thing in common.

I was happy for him. But I was too tired to show the same energy as him. I was

tired to match his enthusiasm.

"Yakov…. you didn't tell me that we'll have to stay somewhere for the whole weekend," I said tiredly.

Yakov stopped laughing. There was silence for a while on the other line.

"Didn't I tell you that we are going to Siargao?" he even asked. He sounded so confused.

"No..." I let out an exhausted sigh. "You just told me to clear my schedule for the weekend."

"Oh..." I heard him mutter. "Babe, I'm so sorry. I just lost my mind."

I let out another exhausted sigh. Yakov heard that and it might've added to his guilt because he apologized again.

"Babe, I'm really sorry. I was so excited meeting my brother again that it probably slipped my mind." I heard his apologetic voice. "Nat, you know I would never do anything that would embarrass or harm you."

I know that though. He's right. Being the daughter of a senator, Yakov knew to help me protect my image for my father. He would never do anything to embarrass me or put me in a scandal.

I sighed.

"It's okay..." I said. "Good thing my mother visited me today. If not, I wouldn't have brought any clothes. I would be unprepared and make a fool of myself."

"I'm really sorry, Nat..."

I smiled out of exhaustion.

"It's really okay, babe... Just focus on how you'll spend your time with your brother.

Yakov chuckled.

"I might even make a list of what we'll do."

We talked for a while before we ended the call. I didn't prolong that either. I was so tired. my brain and body are begging for rest.

A good thing also happened during my parents' visit. I got aware that we'll be out of town this weekend. It's also good that I knew that right away so that Millie and Andrea could be told. It's still weekends. Many people go for a walk on weekends. I need to order some things from them.

I'll do that tomorrow. But for now... I really need some sleep. I really need to rest. I won't even visit the shop now.

I thought of going up to my room but I was really tired. So I closed my eyes and decided to just sleep on the couch.

\~𝘼𝙎𝙃\~