Film of Love

Cinquante Deux

A week passed by so sudden, and my parents are surprisingly appeared early in the morning without informing us that they’ll be here or they’re on the way to Paris. I am very excited about this opportunity that we will be one again but in the city of my dreams. My wished of them not making a surprise visit didn't happen but I am always ready so I kept my personal thing out of reach and out of those cctv eyes.

They are now sitting pretty on the couple couch in the living room while I sit beside them and the two sit beside each other, Aunty across my parents and Cosette beside me on the right. If someone else can see us they will probably think that we are here to get the blessing of the two company for my wedding without any man. That's the vibe I can feel right know and it so funny.

Aunty wants to nag them about coming here without any notice or some memorandum, she sarcastically mentioned while she held herself from bursting. She was cleaning so fast because of the news and she didn't like it. She is the type of person who wants to clean up nice not fast.

I want to laugh at the situation, I also tempted to chuckle for real. If you can imagine, just put my parents like they were been caught stealing some cookies from the jar by Aunt which she portray as their mother and they’re now in here to listen to her lectures. This will be the second situation I found similar to what they are doing now. Its also my first time to get a whole pictures and situation with my parent and my relatives. I think mom side does not have a problem with each other it's just that I don't think they love to spend or celebrate anything.

We should gotten a popcorn and some cola because this is such a rare sight for me. I smirked as I smelled a bit of foreign air on my dad. I think he brought us something from the place he stayed in for almost a decade, just kidding but literally he is almost gone around it, if we want to round it off.

“Aish! What to do know? Huh?” Aunt Melinda asked the two as she rubbed her hands in her face due to frustration. I bet she was thinking about the food she will cook or if there’s still any ingredients left for a decent meal.

“Don’t tell me you are annoyed because of a food,” my mom guessed and she is right about it because Aunt Melinda can do now is to nodded. Auntie Melinda enjoys cooking than eating a restaurant food. This is also why she don't like surprises because she will ended up having shortage in ingredients even thought this is her first surprise visit.

My father looks like he is thinking deeply about it and find a way for it and I was again correct when he said. “We should let it be and just take us out.” I shift my look to dad to Aunty and she didn’t like any points from dad’s idea. “I–I… m–mean is that… You will lead us to some restaurant here in your city and we will take care of the bills.” He assuringly added which made Aunty loosen up her deadly glare away from my father and thinking deeply hard about it or if she will consider it as an alternative way or just some simple solution.

In the end, she can’t do about it because she just pictured the things in the refrigerator and the pantry and analyze and take the solution.

“Shall we?” I asked. They’re ready and the only thing we need to do is to grab our things, keys and every essential accessories that we needed and head outside.

I just grab a pretty thick but soft white hoodie with its minimal flower patches that will cover my clothes under it, and the same thing goes for them as well.

My aunt started the car. My mom is in the passenger seat while dad is I my left side and Cosette is in the right side.

“Aunty, were we going?” I asked again to the lady who is driving passionately and carefully. We are all put our seat belts on.

My mom grinned and said. “She can’t multi-task.” Belittling in a teasing mother that’s when Aunty Melinda responded with. “You’ll wait and see. This will diner will make you forget your life while you eat their food.”

“Whoa! That’s pretty scary mom!” Cosette said.

“Do they put something in their food, that’s why you said that?” my dad asked. He asked not to serious but he is indeed curious about the way Aunty compliments the diner.

“I don’t know you should ask the chef later.” She sarcastically answered. My Dad and Mom with my aunt is now talking about something a middle age women and men would talk about and sometimes they will reminisce the old times. I am stunned by how they interact with each other without having anxiety nor do they feel any awkwardness that keeping them in line.

I can’t start a conversation if no one will approach me. I have a horrid encounter with that. I felt anxious just by remembering those times. I felt sorry for myself and I don’t want it to experience such a terrible situation again.

After some turns, we’re eventually came safely in the said diner. The façade is such a dope exterior designed ever been seen by my eyes.

It looks feminine but at the same time because of some black metal sheets or whatsoever I didn’t study engineering so I can’t tell but because of those black accents it makes it masculine. The design is so cute, It looks like it was a sticker and it’s actually a voluntary art of people in their neighborhood—looks like only those who eat and dine here regularly. Those are the thing my aunt shared to us in between their conversations in the car.

We entered and because it’s early for a lunch the place looks empty but now we are here we will be the ones filling up the place for the meantime.

We are seating freely beside a huge glass window. They are busy picking what they want to order and I’m just here exploring and making my eyes contented about everything here.

The street is so well-taken care of the people. If a wall has a graffiti on it it looks not that good, but most of the graffiti here looks like they are made by no gangsters, only a human who can’t do graffiti in a gangster vibe but they gave it a try and looks identical to it but it was furnished with some sort of beautiful painted in pastel colors.

I was taken a back when someone, specifically Cosette nudge me ans asked. “What’s yours?”

I look at the menu above the counter and pick a number. “#25 for me.”

They all nodded and my father went on the counter to order our food. He volunteered and was put in charge of buying and also paying our meals. I did not know that this would be the first time in a long time to eat with my father and him ordering our food. It such a rare sight that I don't want to miss because he missing out for such a long time. I also didn't mentioned that Johan is not here with them because he is now a matured man and he is now taking over the business in Honfleur. I called him and asked if he was alright in there. I am worried about him and not about the food. I miss him too and wished that he can drop by and say hello.

I don't want to get emotional at time like this. I just really miss my family even though we are not perfect and will never be. I am wishing that they could come here complete as one. I miss my younger bro and he is younger than Cosette I think but he can really manage our business.

"don't worry about you brother!" my mom said. "Uncle Zach is there with him and also the baker. He will be in good hands.

The food was served momentarily after we ordered. The place looks pretty, the cost of each food are inexpensive but the way they put effort on the food is so much than the cost we will be paying for. The diner was built so long ago and I am wondering how they manage to stand up and give such inexpensive foods but so delicious and pretty decent, while we know that poultry and other ingredients are increasing.

“Wow!” my mother exclaimed as she has tasted her first 60’s Diner bite. It was followed by dad, Aunty, Cosette and me.

Just right after we finished all the food, other people starts to come in.

We took a leave and my mom requested to take some walk around the neighborhood because of how pretty I described it earlier. I am glad they take noticed of the place.

I wonder how my Aunty found out this magical place. Its like a mini town inside a city. I am informed that we are not still in the outskirts of the city but if go further we might be able to get there somehow and another.

It’s winter and all the plants in this town were a gone so we just took some calm walking while we take some good look on how colorful each house has been made. The place itself is an art and it has a distinct style of artwork. I know that some countries says that Europe is a continent that has all the creative people lived in. I can't disagree with it, most people here have golden hands because even in a plain wall without any "post no bill" signage can be a plain white canva that they can paint with color, shapes and lines they want their eyes to see. It's a fascinating sight to see from people and appreciate them and their creativity and creations, even if it's small or big.

I want to visit here again when the flowers bloom and the sun is shining beautiful and bright again. Just me this time. I have so much places I want to visit whenever I get to chance. I want to visit in Bali, Saipan, Hawaii, Boracay, or in some countries in Europe like Italy, Spain. Go to Barcelona, Australia, Canada, South Korea, Russia, Indonesia, Malaysia, Hong Kong and many more. I want to travel the world and look at the beauty on them.

It will be a great experience for me to travel. I can also learn so much from it even if it's in their food or in their tourist places that they are proud of. I would love to learn more about the world and see the pretty aspects in them. With those experiences I can manage to get some knowledge that I can put into my story. I think as I work on the field, I can say that we are all getting those momentum in writing, motivation and creating ideas are by our own experience.

It will be a great opportunity to express correctly and clearly the passage or the story because you did experience it, and it's just need a spice up by putting some fictional characters in your story because that what we do. It will be really nice to have that included in your writings.

If people were to judge you would always get back to them by telling that you went there, so I don't need you opinion. I also remember that stories are being told by our mouth and not by writing and not by typing. It will be epic and a nice story to tell other people.