Thirty Two

I raised two eyebrows and folded my arms facing the fireplace. The answer I wanted to receive from him became a breeze. The smell of beef patty being fried or whatever of what he was doing with it enveloped the kitchen area up to the living room, hiding my stomach growls and inhaling it made me even more ravenous. A moment ago, the woman whom he hired left after he said so.

Before I could utter a question to him, he excused himself that he was hungry, and we would discuss the issue when we were done eating. He wanted me to cook, but I wouldn't unless he had to answer my questions first. And I saw how exhausted his face was, and he decided he'd be the one to cook.

It looks like he's cooking a burger. Or is that cooking? I sighed. I got up from my seat and headed for the stairs. If I have to wait for him after knowing it will take him a while, I better do something meaningful.

When I got to the second floor, there were three rooms there. So far, the wallpaper is similar to below. My pa