***I am scouring the dishes when suddenly I felt strong arms draping around my midsection from my back. The familiarity, and perhaps the longing of this feeling, stirs a thousand emotions, making me shiver in their embrace. I turn around to face my armour, my prince charming, my knight in shining armour! His tall figure towers over me, and his dark brown eyes are sparkling with delight at seeing the joy of his heart—me, of course. "Finally, you are here?" I softly say, resting my hands on his chest after drying them with a kitchen towel, my eyes not leaving his. "Did you miss me?" He asks softly as he carefully positions me against his lean composure, his hands caressing my posterior. I stand on the tips of my toes to match his adorable height and wrap my hands around his neck, feeling his warmth and breathing his air. "I missed you so much. So, so much, Andy!" I say, scanning his lips with desire. "I was thinking of you the whole day, my love." I cup his face, caressing it with my
"W..hat .. are...you doing here?" I ask, after acknowledging that my dream has swivelled into reality. I dart my eyes around the room and realize that the window curtain has been moved to the sides, and the windows are open. There is a little sunlight today, maybe marking the end of winter. Before answering my question, Andy grins, and I take the shot to glare at him. Doesn't he look abnormally raw and straight-faced for such an early morning? No eye bags, no logs, no gloomy face, and no signs of somnolence. My! Handsomeness comes with its outstanding package of windfalls, I suppose. Damn! "What were you dreaming about? I knocked, I called, but you did not hear. I thought you might have developed a fever overnight, only to walk in on you..." Murmuring your name in my stupid dream? Fantasizing about you? Shit! He freaking heard me! What the... "Snoring!" He attempts to lie, but the devilish smirk on his face deludes him. Even his four-year-old daughter can tell he is prevaricating
We are perched around our dining table having desserts after a luscious meal that consisted of vegetable rice, chapatis, scorched chicken, and curry stew. I had quite an arduous time preparing all that in under three hours, but I am glad I made it with the great aid of my co-chef, Andy. He roasted the chicken; the only part where he required my assistance was the ingredients to use in the marinade. The rest of the roasting was done without my help. I am also delightfully ecstatic that what occurred in the morning did not get in the way of our interactions. Until now, we have been acting naturally civil. The banquet was mouthwatering, evidently because everybody can't stop complementing it until now, and my friend, Rita, well, she can't stop telling them how good my cooking has been since I was little, and I am starting to feel uncomfortable. She has even confessed to stealing my lunchbox at school once, which I can't believe she did. "Well, that's enough, guys! You are making me unc
It's Friday again, and it has been another week of pure euphoria and harmony. The bond between me and Andy has augmented tremendously, and I am so over the moon about it. We sit in this kitchen for hours enunciating about anything and everything in general after Angel goes to bed, enjoying our usual lemon and honey coffee which Andy can't skip even for a single day. The cooking in this house has become a permanent responsibility for me too. I prepare their.., sorry, our, every single meal, and I am so delighted for Andy's trust in me to do this. They love my food, so much, and now Andy does not eat anywhere else. No offence, but I am freaking bragging about it. It's an achievement for me. I am patiently waiting for that day he will ask me to be packing his lunch for him so that I can break my legs jumping up and down with joy. Meh! Deep sigh! That sounds like the eighth wonder. Aside from all that, I am also in equilibrium now because I know the bank will not be bugging my parents a
We are finishing up our breakfast, all bundled and ready to go to Rita's house in a few days, and I am so enthusiastic to see her again. Angel, too, can't stop telling us how much they're going to play with Alyssa. She has even loaded her toys into her bag. She is super excited, and I am happy for her too. Poor kid! Her father's disconnection from people made her grow up isolated, just like him. The only time she gets to fiddle with other kids is when she is at school and some rare times, like today. I sympathise with her. She is too young and innocent now, but what will happen in a few years? Will she still want to stay caged in this cage with her father? I hope when that comes and she wants to break out of this cage, Andy will let her. What I still can't stop mulling over is what literally transpired between Andy and his wife. And his family—why couldn't they love him, even his mother? Is there a particular side of him that I am still unaware of that drove people away from him? It'
"What's with the foul mood, man? Any man without a woman to drive him insane is lonely, starting with you." Ambrose insists on playing with fire, because this guy looks awfully pissed off. Nonetheless, they embrace in these slight buddy hugs that lasts for barely two seconds. "I must get you a blind date. Or a one-night stand one of these fine weekends. You need to exercise this tool man!" This idiot in the name of my bestie's husband doesn't know when to stop, does he? Screw him and his blind dates and freaking one-night nonsense!I feel that sharp pain in my heart again, but it suddenly disappears as soon as I hear Andy's response."I'll send you straight to hell with whoever you will have brought." I heave a deep sigh!"Okay, fine. But can you brighten up already?" Ambrose says to his boss while he shakes my hand."I am all good. Let's take a quick peek at something I received this morning." And here comes the annoying workaholic jerk! Eyes' roll!They start hiking to where I thin
They say love is an incredibly beautiful thing, but it doesn't come that easily. In my case, I would say that not everybody is fortunate to have that chance to love or be loved. I had renounced that chance since birth, when I knew absolutely nothing about life. I was conceived by mistake, according to the tales I was told, and my mother got rid of this mistake one year after giving birth to it, leaving me with her mother, my grandma, since my father denied me the moment he learned of my existence as just a seed in my mother's womb. I have no memories of my so-called mother. I don't even remember my so-called mother, because she never came back home or inquired about me after she left. The moment I learned to distinguish between right and wrong, my grandma took every opportunity she got to tell me how my mother did not want me and how she wished my mother had taken me with her because I was a burden to her. As little as I was, I don't think I deserved to know all that shit, but it beca
We are quietly steering in the rain, heading home after a long but fabulous day. We were so engaged in chit-chatting and watching movies that we lost count of time. It was only past ten that we decided to say goodbye. Unfortunately, the kids had fallen asleep, and the rain was pouring like hell. It still is. It took Rita and her husband a lot of persuasion to get Andy to agree to leave his daughter with them for the night. The guy went berserk at their proposal at first. I even thought they were unnecessarily squandering their energy and time, but eventually, his paternal humour won over his stubbornness, and he finally gave in, albeit unwillingly. We are still at odds with this niggar, but I am nonetheless pleased that he did what was adequate for Angel. I mean, I personally am shuddering just at the sheer notion of the cold outside, so what more a little girl like Angel? It wasn't worth the trouble, especially if it entailed disturbing her sleep. So here we are now, permeating our