Capítulo 2: . Chapter: The Returning (2)
Kyrith started her journey to find her father, he could be in one of the following; his office, the library or the dinning room. Kyrith decided to give the dinning room a try first, she wanted to speak with him, doesn't matter what she was going to say to him, as long as it was in fluent German.
Speaking in fluent German would surely make him proud, tho his wears a pokerface all daylong. He gambles from time to time in the nearby casinos, it was probably where he has gotten his facial expression.
Making him proud could lift his spirit a little more, making his last days matter, it was a true pain for Kyrith to think about. Filling herself up with depression, Kyrith let out a deep sigh.
Kyrith peeked into the dinning room, and sure enough her father was sitting there with his legs crossed and reading a political newspaper. Across from her father, Emily was standing there asking him for something, perhaps to buy a few new dresses.
Perfect, Emily was there too. It wasn't even planned but it was good news to Kyrith. She would ask her father for something in fluent German and watch her face swell with confusion and envy as she tries to decode her words. There father would be proud of Kyrith and disappointed with Emily, just thing Kyrith needed.
Kyrith appeared from the shadows of the dinning room walls, she took her place on the other side of her father, Emily did not look pleased. „Dear father, I was hoping to ask you if I could have a cheesecake before I leave to bed"
Both Emily and her father turned there heads Kyrith's way, amazed of her German. Tho her father didn't show much emotions, Emily did, her eyes fumed with burning rage as she gritted her teeth together. Disgusted in her sister for taking away her attention.
„Such amazing pronunciation Kyrith, yes you may ask the cook to bake you a cake before his shift ends" replied Kyrith's father in German too.
Kyrith skipped off into the kitchen with joy pumping through her blood, on the other hand, Emily still stood by there father. Emily couldn't yet understand what neither of them had said. „Father, what did Kyrith say to you?"
„Your sister had asked me for permission of a cheesecake before bed"
„May I also have a cheesecake?"
„Are you able to ask me the same question in German? If not, go to bed and study more tomorrow"
Emily bit her tongue, having trouble containing her flames. She walked off trying her hardest not to stomp her feet since it wouldn't be very Lady-like of her.
Neither Kyrith or Emily were allowed large amount of sweets after dinner unless it was for a special occasion, letting Kyrith have a whole cheesecake meant that her little accomplishment was something special. Kyrith had no intention of eating the whole cake in one night, she knew that if she did not only would she feel very sick but her father would never let that happen again.
In the kitchen was a single cook cleaning up thinking that there wouldn't be anymore demands for for food this late. The cook noticed Kyrith growing nearer and nearer, she must want something.
„Is there anything I could do for you miss Kyrith?" asked the cook.
„Yes, I hope I'm not bothering you but I would like a cheesecake"
„Yes miss Kyrith"
The cook had began to prep his ingredients, the cheese cream and the sour cream, the eggs and the sugars. It was satisfying to watch his pour the right amount of brown sugar into a bowl.
It was fun to watch him do some prep, but Kyrith never made a cheesecake before, or a cake in general, it would be a wonderful experience to make a cheesecake! Just like her father always said, All information could become beneficial. No one was going to stop Kyrith from making the perfect recreation of a cheesecake. „Sir, may I help create the cheesecake?"
„I don't know miss Kyrith, I think your father wouldn't approve"
„Please kind sir, my father has already given me the permission to have a cake after dinner. It would be no different from baking a cake if I do say so myself"
The cook didn't want to argue with Kyrith since she could quickly report him to her father, "I suppose you can, come on in"
He handed Kyrith an apron to defend her light blue dress from getting stained. Kyrith told him to only tell her what ingredients to use and what to do, otherwise she will do everything herself unless his assistance is needed.
He told her first to prepare the crust, he told Kyrith to combine the cracker crumbs, both white and brown sugar, and later to add the melted butter into the mixture. Kyrith then poured the mixture into a a pan and started the cheese-part. Kyrith mixed the cheese cream then added sugar, sour cream, salt and vanilla extract. Tho her hand had begun to feel restless, Kyrith still stirred. She could feel the need of the cook to take over but he stood in his place, waiting for Kyrith to finish combining the eggs.
Kyrith poured the cheesecake batter into the same pan as the cracker crumbs, enjoying the process of cake-making. Kyrith closed the oven and baked it on 325F.
It would take about seventy-five minutes for the cheesecake to finish baking. The awkward silence between Kyrith and the cook was overwhelming, not for Kyrith but for the cook.
"I will be waiting in the dinning room, please call me when the cake would be done in ten minutes"
The cook nodded his head, Kyrith made her way into the dinning room and sat down on a fancy chair.
Two years into the future the dinning room has not changed one bit, it still had its expensive paintings, the big decorated table. Nothing changed at all except the time. Kyrith looked down at her father's newspaper, Kyrith never had interest in the news or politics, but it felt like it would be something she must be informed about. Stealing the newspaper, she read the front paper, up on top it said the date ‚November 29'. November 29, the day Kyrith died, the day she was reborn and soon would either be the day she would enter hell or claim her life back. All exactly two years away.
Kyrith flipped through the dry papers of the newspaper, articles about gang violence, political problems, gossips and rumours about wealthy man and woman, but there was one article that caught her attention. Their was one about a shooting in a casino within the city, five men died and two injured, the culprits weren't found, and no money had been stolen. Violence should always be avoid, should always be reduced, but with all the lies of politicians, peace would never be an option.
People always try to be the best, always try to control others and would do what ever it would take to get their hands filthy with money and blood. Whatever had gone wrong within that casino, weither a bet was lost or enemies were made, it was none of Kyrith's business. Her father would always say that not all rumours were true, some are just stirred up by people or even the government to cause trouble.
It was still strange to Kyrith, she might never know about all the dangers hiding in the city, she might never know the reason of the shooting in the casino, it would be scary to know off all the dangers within this cruel-hearted world.
„Miss Kyrith, the cake will be done in ten minutes"
Ten minutes? Did Kyrith just spend an entire hour reading a newspaper? Or does time really fly by when your having fun? Not that reading a newspaper is any fun.
Kyrith rushed back into the kitchen and looked into the glass window of the oven, her cake was almost done and the wonderful smell of vanilla recked from the oven. The cook took the cake out of the oven to prevent Kyrith from getting burnt and layed the cake down on a cake stand. The cheesecake looked so beautiful even without the berries on top, it probably only looked so nice through Kyrith's eyes.
After adding the raspberries for beauty, Kyrith offered the cook a piece of her cake, „for helping create this wonderful cake, I offer you a piece off it"
„No, I can't accept. It's your cheesecake"
„Yes, since it is mine I get to chose what to do with it. It would be rude and disrespectful to deny an order form me"
The cook couldn't go against Kyrith's demand and accepted the cake, she excused him from work and allowed him to go home. Kyrith knew he had a family at home, a wife and three children. It would be a pain if their father and husband couldn't come home in time due to a little girl wanting a cake. Even such a little guilt could weight as much as a thousand pieces of gold.
Kyrith was finished with her day, she didn't even want to take a piece of her own cake, it would be better to split the cake among her father, mother and sister tomorrow. Carefully putting a glass case over the cheesecake and into the fridge is what Kyrith did. The cake looked like it was an object on display, and it was in her eyes.
Going to bed was the best thing Kyrith needed, after such a day rest was needed. Even Kyrith's vengeance needed rest, her vengeance would awaken in the brick of dawn.
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nicoleperl89
nicoleperl89 I would have written the German part in German but not all my readers would understand. If u wanna try the recipe, be my guest tho I suggest not.
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