Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005
written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila
28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil.
p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com
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Vol. 2 Issue no. 6 / May 20, 2005 written & created by Lexan B. Orantes for StoryTellersManila 28 Golden Grove St. Cor Park St. Bartville Subd. Dela Paz, Pasig City 1600 Phil. p: +63(2)4574973 e: thirddayofjune@hotmail.com |
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1ne. tw2. thr3e. 4our. 5ive. 6ix.
7even. Resting,
laying naked on my stomach and his head resting on my back… our hands
entwined…
“I’m hungry,” he said, “Did you have dinner?”
I shook my head…
“I’ll see what I can find in the kitchen…” he said, kissed
me in the nape and stood up… dawn on his boxers and went out.
After a few, he went back to the room…
“Let’s get dress and have dinner out…” he suggested.
“No food…?” I asked
“I don’t want to cook…”
“Okay,” I said, “stay here in awhile, I’ll see what I can
do first…”
“You are to cook for me…?” he said pulling me to him by the
waist.
“I don’t know yet…” getting off his embrace.
I found frozen chicken legs and wings… I nuked them, washed two
wings and a leg, then salted them… water in a frying pan, the chicken,
salt and pepper… for a bachelor’s kitchen, it’s quite impressive to
contain a lot…
simmer until all the water evaporates… as it does that, I went to
steam rice…
Once the water dries, put on some oil… brown the chicken… fried
chicken as my grandmother taught me how to… too bad I don’t eat
chicken… I fried myself two eggs…
“You don’t eat chicken?” Francis surprised.
“Specially if I am the one who cooked it…”
“But if someone else prepares it…”
“Not my favorite food to eat…”
“Yet you eat eggs…?”
“I actually love eggs…”
“That explains everything,” he said smiling naughtily.
“Just eat!”
He loved the chicken… I’m inclined to believe so as the chicken
tends to be more flavorful when it’s boiled first for it tends to absorb
the salt and the pepper more… more so, it tends to be moist inside…
and that everything is cooked well—I know you have encountered fried
chicken specially from the fast foods which were well cooked outside but
bloody inside. “None
of my boyfriends before ever cooked for me…” he said.
“You cook?” I asked.
“No…”
“Then why is your kitchen not only well equipped but with food…
plenty of food?” I asked.
“I have a cleaning lady who comes everyday for a few hours, clean
the whole place, cook food, and does marketing for me…”
“You have a cleaning lady?”
“It’s my tita’s… she sends her maid to me, instructed of
course by my mom…”
“Where’s your mom?”
“In the States… everyone in the family is…”
“Don’t you have plans…?”
“I have considered it… but not really…not specially now,”
he said looking at me straight in the eyes.
“Okay,” he said with his sly smile.
“No, you are not going to leave them in the sink for the maid to
wash!” I said.
He frowned.
I never cooked for anyone outside the family tree… except for my
close friends back in the province, in our parties… and it’s usually a
group effort and that I usually just assist and not the one who
cooks really… But not particularly for someone… not someone I shag with…
Francis was the first guy…
Nothing much… it’s just that I know I cook well… my grand
mother was an excellent cook and she past on to me her culinary secrets…
and that I don’t cook in a regularly, as in everyday… even when I was
still back in Dagupan… I only cook when we have family gathering and
special occasions… My brother had to beg me to cook him his favorite
beefsteak before… it’s just that I thought that if there would be one
person I would cook for it would be the one person I really love… Nick, basing
on his body type, seemed to have a good appetite for good food…
“What are you thinking,” Francis asked grabbing me from behind.
“Nothing…” I said, “have you finished the dishes.
“Yes, sir!” he said.
I nodded.
“Let’s go back to bed…” he said.
“I’m going home…” I answered.
“It’s late already… stay…”
“Just drive me off to the gates…”
“Lex…” he pleaded.
“No…” I said, “You have work tomorrow and what if your maid
comes and see me…”
“Not the first time…” he said.
“Still… I have to go home…” I said turning, getting off his
embrace…
“For one night…” he pleaded still following me walked in the
bedroom to fix myself, “I feel like some
mistress…”
“Mistress?” I said finding what he said funny.
“Your man whore…”
It made me laugh all the more.
“Are you with someone right now?” he asked, his eyes suddenly
worried.
“No,” I answered.
“This Nick character you have written a great deal about,” he
asked, I stopped, “was he just a pigment of your imagination or?”
“We are not to talk about Nick,” I stopped him.
“Why not?”
“Believe me, you don’t want to know…”
“So his real,” He said.
“I’m ready to go,” I just said.
“How real is he?”
“Are you driving me home?” I asked back ignoring his question.
“And what about Degree?”
“Would you stop,” I scolded him.
“No, answer me!” he scolded me back.
“Fine, I’ll walk!”
“So I’m indeed your man whore!”
Not so funny anymore, I walked out of the room.
He
ran after me, grabbing me to face him. “Answer
me! Do you feel anything for me?” “Degree
is a pseudo name… for a bathhouse…” I said, move out from his grip
on my arms and distanced myself, “there, I met someone, Nick… fell in
love with him… told him my feelings for him… he dumped me… but
despite him not wanting me… I still love him…Happy?” “I’m
sorry…” “I’m
going…” “I’ll
drive you…” “No,
thank you, I’ll be fine…” I said then walked out. “I’m
sorry…” he said following me, ”I’ll drive you home…” I
just kept walking bypassing the car. He just followed me, pleading. I just
walked, out the gates, into the street… just walking, a block, a turn,
then another turn… “You
have no idea where you’re going, don’t you?” he said. I
stopped. Indeed. “If
you are to get out of the subdivision, you have to walk back…” he
asked. “Are
you mocking me?” I said when I turned around. He
pocketed his smile. I wasn’t able to restrain myself from laughing. He put his arms around my shoulder and started to walk me back… I ended sleeping with him again that night… and in his arms, waited for the sun to come up… and a new feeling to emerge… |
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