(Arata)
Baba stepped out of his room, confused at what was happening.
Oh no! Bewildered and slightly angered would be the correct words.
Mom followed him and even Grandma stepped out using her cane.
I acted as if nothing was happening and busied myself with making cookies.
"What is he doing?" Baba asked, confusion abundant in his voice. He stood near the kitchen with his hands on his waist.
"Seems like, trying to win you over. I like his commitment," Grandma's calm but amused voice came. Mom guided her towards the sofa.
"Then he is knocking on the wrong door. I am going to let him suffer," Baba fumed.
I added butter to the batter and continued to listen while mixing it.
"Maybe he can withstand the test of time," Mom's voice came, and Baba blurted out something inaudible under his breath.
While the trip outside amusedly discussed Karsten I baked cookies for him, trying to remain oblivious.
