ARCANE || J.JK ✔

10- pulsating heartbeat

Night

I yawn, not wanting to stick my eyes on the book now for more than ten seconds. It's a boring rainy night and of course, i feel sleepy and exasperated. If papa was here, we could've went out or played or watched some films but to my worst luck, he's off to his office for the afternoon shift he got in from today. I wonder how he'd be doing it.

Not worried about my test, and feeling betrayed by this sudden change, I get up from the chair and wear my fuzzy teddy slippers to head out of my room. I walk downstairs in the most laziest way i could and go towards the sofa, taking the remote in my hands. However, when i sit down on the sofa, my eyes go to the small notebook diary with the pages opened and i see many stuffs, little drawings and doodles with ink smeared on it. Now, this is something which i've never seen in my house before and i'm curious if it's papa's or not.

But, i don't do much. I take hold of it and close it to keep it on the table, away from me and my eager self. It wouldn't be nice to spy intentionally and especially if it was his. I know he'd have a lot of things that he keeps hidden from me and it all can make sense because we have a father-daughter relationship. Even if he wants, he cannot tell me everything and even if i want, i can't express more.

I look at the wall clock, not able to wait and losing patience. He must be back by an hour or half and he will not have the time to cook so i decide, i will do it. I cannot make it like him but at least trying is always better than not trying. I keep the remote on the sofa after turning off the television. I get up and drift off to the kitchen. Seeing all the dishes done and the kitchen all clean, i mentally hug him and grin to myself idiotically. Taking out the pan, i light the stove and place it on the fire.

I take out some eggs and the pieces of chicken to keep them on the counter. I take hold of the bottle of oil and i sprinkle a little on the medium heated pan, then break an egg and drop it down. Meanwhile it fries, i take out the spicy sauce and some broth, along with the sauce pot in which i'll be making the soup quickly. I remember what he did the other day before pouring them all in. Ah yeah, he fried the chickens first.

I happily take the chicken inside the pot and sprinkle some oil, then to stir them. I almost left the egg to burn but i took it out in the right time, thankfully. Taking hold of a plate, i put the half-cooked chickens on it and then i transfer the thick broth into the pot. I add some spices and some sweet potatoes, as he likes it.

I add some broccolis too as it was my favorite and i close the lid. I stand back and watch them with crossed hands, letting the soup cook. The smell of the spices trigger my nose and i inhale more of the delicious treat. Just at the moment, i hear the metallic sounds of the keys and i hop out the kitchen.

"You're here..." I walk to his figure and notice him drenched but he smiles weakly and i don't care, I rest my head on his chest and hug him tightly, my own clothes turning a little wet. He rubs my shoulders for a brief moment and then pushes me away gently, looking down at me with a soft smile, "i'll change and come." He taps my chin with his finger and walks past me, opening his tie.

I don't ignore the smell of smoke coming from his neck even when he's soaked, but sometimes, you've got to be quiet to not let the emotions overwhelm the other person. He stops when he sees the kitchen and i sneak before him, into the kitchen, hiding my excitement. He walks around with his bathed body but comes to me and looks at me with amazed eyes, i couldn't resist my grin. He surprises me by bending and pressing his lips on my cheek with an absurd softness, his touch sending some electricity like feeling in me.