"No. You are doing it wrong. Don't be too lazy and get that part right. It is like this. See?"
He stared at my eyes waiting for an answer. I caught a glimpse of awkwardness when I also do the same. Not flinching, looking directly on his chocolate colored round eyes, with a perfect dot of black on his upper right cheek. It is cute and really suits him.
"Are you listening?" Embarrassed, he asked me.
I just nod and try doing the same thing he did earlier. I love it when he acts like this. It makes me wonder how hard his heart beats for me. How precious I am to him and how he is happy the way we are right now.
It's hard. My fingers are starting to go numb, and I'm getting tired. I'm not fond of cooking, and all I want is to eat. Cutting chicken meat is one thing, but slowly stripping its fiber and making small pieces of it is very difficult. It is time consuming and energy draining.
I won't forget the first time I taste this cuisine. The simplicity of it made me uninterested that it really shocked me when I realized that it is unexpectedly delicious. I'm not good at cooking, it is one of my worst part and he is the opposite of me. I don't really understand why there are people like him who can know the ingredients of something the first time they taste it.
5 minutes. 30 minutes. Almost an hour has passed, and I can now see the ending of this tiresome activity. I look at him and a victorious smile show on his face. He is happy, and I'm glad to see this expression of him.
"You look like an idiot. You are smiling like crazy, do you know that?" Said I while grinning.
"Who would not be happy? We're almost there." He answered while doing the rest of the work with so much energy left on him.
The ingredients for making a pastil are ready. Small, fibery pieces of chicken meat, sliced onions and others that I am not really familiar with. After taking the time on finishing the meat, he started preparing the stove and heat up one liter of vegetable oil. Watching him cook excites me after all. His enthusiasm in what he is doing feels like overflowing.
For the entire time of cooking pastil, I just stand beside him and hand him the ingredients he needed. It is the best I can do. I don't want our effort to become a waste. Almost one hour has passed, and the aroma of the cuisine he is making is all over the place.
"I want to eat. I'm now feeling hungry." Excitedly, I said while staring at the pan where the food is residing.
"Wait. Just a few more minute."
"Okay. okay." I walk to the dining table and rest a little. Watching a guy cook is really something. He is really dependable. I love that back of his. Broad shoulders that makes me want to be protected by him.
"Hey. Dinner's ready." I woke up at the tap on my shoulder. I did not realize that I fell asleep.
After realizing that he already prepares our dinner, I smiled and thank him. It was one of the best. Digging in the food we made ourselves, listening on each others stories, laughing our hearts out. These simple things made my heart warm.
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