After all, I was expecting too much.
Part 3
I followed my brother all the way home.
On the way, he bought Rochelle's favorite sunflowers and picked out Rochelle's favorite durian cake.
My brother called Rochelle several times with satisfaction, but no one answered. So, he panicked and was afraid that something might happen to Rochelle. As a result, he overtook her ten times and cut her off eight times along the way.
Since I was in the passenger seat, I could clearly sense my brother's inner panic. But then, I felt a bit disappointed that he didn’t show that expression when I didn’t answer his call some time ago.
After arriving, my brother got out of the car and ran home. His hand stopped on the door handle, shaking but not daring to use force.
"Rochelle." My brother's voice was shaking.
I had only seen that kind of panic on his face when my parents died.
Soon, the door opened with a click. Rochelle rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her eyes full of aggravation when he asked, "Brother, what took you so long? Did you forget what day it is today?"