RDD 117
We decided to open a separate bank account for the business. To make sure that he would clear understanding of the money that coming in and out of the account.
As for the remaining 57 thousand pesos that my wife received from her parents, it was still in my bank account. We spent quite a lot of money on renovating the shop. Furthermore, we bought some things for the house too.
My wife and I thought of opening a savings account for the kids for their future. We decided to make one once we have a steady income.
After all, the business was just getting started. We didn't want to be arrogant and reckless. Perhaps this amount of cash would only happen this month and the next month be bleak instead.
My wife smiled looking at the numbers on the small account book. These were not mere numbers, they were real cash.
"Honey, I made a lemonade. Do you want one?"
She said in a flirty voice.
"I want one, thanks, Honey."
I chuckled and nodded. I couldn't blame her if she was happy about the money we earned this month. I was grinning as well. Both of us experienced the truth of being adults-- Money matters.
"Dajjy, I helped Mommy make lemonade! Pwaise me!"
"Wow! My daughter is so great."
"Dad, Sophia broke a mug while making one. I do believe that you have to talk to her instead." Roman joined in while turning the page of the Algebra book.
"Bwother, you bad!"
Sophia glared at Roman but he didn't bother replying.
"Wuuwuuwuwu. Dajjy, I was almost cut by the sharp edges of the bwoken mug, wuuwuuwuwu, so sad."
Her teary eyes were very sad to see. Her blue eyes were like the ocean as tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
I patted her head and comforted her.
"Aww, did my baby got hurt."
"Here. The sharp edge almost cut my skin, Dajjy. Wuuwuuwuwu." She looked pitiful as she sobbed.
She showed me her arm... And I found nothing. Pure white skin with no blemishes. There was no hint of being hit by a sharp edge at all.
Still, seeing Sophia's teary eyes, I decided to act like I was concerned.
"Look at my baby, she was almost hurt. Let me kiss that arm. Muah!"
"Hm, Dajjy I'm all good now. Don't listen to Bwother, he just wants to make fun of me."
"I'm just telling the truth. You have to be careful next time."
"Humph!"
The little girl pitter-pat to her mother after seeing that Penelope was carrying a pitcher and three glasses.
"Mommy, I want lemonade!"
She easily forgot that she cried earlier. Well, kids were easy to forget... Right?
Penelope served us cold lemonade. Sophia was holding her glass with two hands, perhaps afraid that she would break it again.
"Sophia and Roman help me squeeze the lemons. I know that you like cold drinks after tiring work."
"Sophia wasn't hurt, right?"
"No, your daughter is too greedy. She asked for a big mug to drink. I didn't agree at first but she kept pestering me and throwing a tantrum. So I gave her one. She didn't let me help her hold the mug because she wanted it all herself. The outcome is obvious, she could not hold it and break the mug." Penelope sighed and rubbed Sophia's head.
"Thankfully, the broken mug didn't hurt her. But she kept crying so I have to give her a small glass of lemonade to comfort her."
I knew that kids were mischievous and made mistakes. I could not blame Penelope for I know that Sophia was sometimes acting unreasonable.
As long as the kids were fine and nothing bad happen, there was no problem. I didn't have to reprimand my wife... However, it was a different thing to Sophia.
"Sweetheart, can you promise Daddy that you will always listen to your Mommy?"
I approached my daughter who was tapping her fingers in the lemonade and playing with it. I kneeled down and faced her. I wiped her dirty face and talked to her.
"Daddy can only return every afternoon so you have to listen to your Mommy because Mommy loves you. Can you promise Daddy that you will listen to your Mommy?"
"Yes Dajjy, I promise that I will always listen to Mommy. I will be a good kid."
"That's good to hear." I smiled and kissed her head as Sophia giggled.
"Hehe. Dajjy, am I cute?"
"Of course you are. My daughter is the cutest of all."
"Then, can you forgive Sophia?" She looked at me quite seriously.
"Honey, I was never mad at you. Of course I will forgive you."
"Dajjy... The mug I bwoke was yours." She averted her gaze.
"..."
Was she talking about the mug I use to brew coffee? Well, that mug was definitely big and I used it for more than five years now. It was a sad thing that it broke because I have a bond with that mug.
However, I can't be mad at my daughter. Especially when she was looking at me with sad eyes.
"It's fine, Daddy can buy another one. You don't have to be sad anymore."
"Yay! Dajjy I wuv you!"
She wobbly stood up and kissed my cheek. Then, she happily ran towards her brother and bragged about it.
"See? Bwother, Dajjy easily forgave me! Hehe."
"Okay."
Roman replied tiredly. Perhaps they fought earlier because they have an awkward atmosphere around them.
"Roman was mad because Sophia almost hurt herself. He actually hoped that you will reprimand Sophia so that she will behave well. You know your daughter, she is too active."
Penelope whispered next to me.
At least Roman was showing concern about his sister. I understand where he was coming from.