Ch27: His mother

I enter the kitchen to see him taking out stuff.. as soon as he sees me, he holds the apron out in his hands.

*laughing*

Daniel: Why are you laughing?

Me: Because I know that you could've worn it but you wanted me to make you wear it *laughing*

Daniel: So?

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Me: Oh so you aren't gonna deny it? Good. *laughing* Come here.

Then I made him wear it and tied a knot on the back.

Me: There you go!

Daniel: Now you just sit here and watch me cook.

He picks me up and puts me on the slap next to where he is cooking.

I LOVEE sitting on the slap!

And then I observe him cook. He looks like he is professionally trained.. the way he is chopping off those veggies and the way he's you know the chef thing where you make all the food go up.. I don't know how to explain it. Anyway.. So I ask him..

Me: How did you learn to cook?

Suddenly his features saddened.

shit.

Me: it's fine.. you don't have to talk about it.

I can sense so many emotions through him.

Happiness. Sadness. Pain.

Daniel: No, No it's fine. It's my mother who taught me.

A tear dropped out of his eye.

I jumped down from the slap and turned him to face me and wiped his tears.

And then hugged him.

He hugged me back.

Me: I am really sorry.

Daniel: it's fine.. father said that she died when she was trying to save someone.

Me: Okay let's not talk about this here, make the pasta and let's take it upstairs.

I mean.. I don't want someone else to see him crying.

He nodded.

I backed away from the hug and wiped away the last falling tear and kissed him on the cheeks.

He blushed and smiled.

Me: Oh my god, You didn't just blushed *laughing*

He is SO FRIKIN CUTE!

He turned his face towards the stove and started cooking pasta for me *smiling*

And I just kept on observing him while sitting on the slap.

Daniel: Can you pass m-

And before him saying, I already had it in my hand.

We both stared at eachother but decided not to talk about it here.