My Knightly Tale

CHAPTER 5

"Ann. I'll turn it off first." I feel like I want to nag anyone in this house. It all sucks!

I was massaged by my neck which felt sore when I heard the sound of an open fence. That must be Gale. I'm not going to forgive him for using me. I'm going to teach her a lesson for daring to fool a sweet, innocent girl like me.

Before long, Gale showed up in the family room. I slammed a rag onto the table, intent on giving him a fierce stare. But what power, the figure is too Beautiful. Gale, who just got home from work, looks a hundred times more handsome than he did when he left. He does look tired and a bit, messy, but it's precisely his lame circumstances that make me want to offer him a cup of tea, and massage him.

"You're home?". Ask me in a sweet tone, but soon regret it in the next second.

But I don't think I need to regret it, because now Gale's giving me a warm smile. "Yes, but go to the office again. I'm just eating at home and see how you're doing." He said to make my cheeks heat up again. Gale looked around, looking impressed. "I'm really happy you're dating here"

I turned around again, then looked at Gale full of interssics. He's not using me anymore, is he?

"Ah Annella! You're cool!". He said, it makes me blush. "This way, we can save laundry money!". Gale said.

Unlucky. He did use me.

Suddenly Peter passed me without a sound, took a drink, then sat in the dining chair. Actually everyone is now sitting neatly around the dinner table.

I sighed, again not so angry. The faces of these four guys (Gale, Nathan, Peter, Elio) in front of me are so sweet when they want to eat.

"We finally ate too". Elio said. "Almost got a hungry edema".

Okay. I'm almost used to all this weirdness, so I shouldn't be surprised to hear those words coming out of his tiny mouth. Maybe he also knows the length of UNICEF and so on.

"Eli, do you know what UNICEF stands for?". Ask me, just try it out. His three brothers gave me a confused stare.

"United Ntaion of Children's Fund, right?". Elio replied smoothly, as if I were the dumbest man in the world for asking one-on-one questions plus two.

"Why, all of a sudden  you ask that?" Ask Gale. I massaged my forehead, then shook my head weakly.

I just saw it in National Geographic yesterday. Elio reasoned, making me nod even though I couldn't take it at all.

"So, where's the food?". Fun Nathan.

Then I'll get you some cooking food. The four men stared at the menu I served at the dinner table with an unpredictable expression. Peter, who was reading a book, even distracted him from the book he was reading.

"Is this edible?". Ask Nathan after a few seconds of silence. I looked at him. The hamburger's gone and I told them. I cook whatever ingredients I have in the house.

"You can't cook, can you?". Ask Gale gently. "Why didn't you tell me?". He continued.

This time, I was amazed by his tenderness and looked at him so badly. I was going to say, but I didn't have time because he was busy telling me to make this-it.

The sound coming out of the kitchen made me turn away from Gale. I was surprised to find Peter preparing a frying pan.

"It's gonna take a long time,". Complain Elio then back to the couch followed by Nathan.

I immediately turned to Gale, asking for an explanation for Peter's strange behavior.

"He cooks only when there's a mood." Gale explained. "But in this case, I think he had to."

Whatever the reason, but this is really great! I mean, rarely, does anyone want to deal with the kitchen?

Curious, I approached Peter who was peeling onions deftly. I barely blinked when I saw him do that.

Peter cooks fried rice like a pro. He can even shake the pan until the rice flies!

"You're bothered. Just sit there." Peter's orders to me.

I sat in a dining chair with Gale who seemed preoccupied with his cell phone. Within three seconds, I was sucked into my subconscious when I looked closely at this, Gale looked really interesting.

"Why, Ann?". Ask Gale all of a sudden. 

"Huh? That, in your face there is dirt". I said. Gale wiped her cheeks with the back of my hand while I refrained from screaming.

For many years I lived here to go to college, I could only taste fried rice in stalls cooked in hurry models. Where ever I had a chance to eat this delicious.