Amahle's Diary 1

Chapter 18

There was one light on, and it was over us.

"This looks cozy," I said.

"Anything for my princess," he replied.

"You did all this in 30 minutes?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"You don't strike me as the romantic guru," I teased.

"That's because you bring the romance outta me. Stop talking and let's eat," he insisted.

On the mat was a plate with grilled chicken fillet, Greek salad with blue cheese sauce bottle on the side, pap cakes (pap with spinach molded into round flat cakes), gravy/sauce in a sauce mug for the pap, diced carrots with cinnamon, and mashed potatoes with cream and chive sauce.

"This looks delish," I commented.

"Let your mouth be the judge," he replied.

I poured gravy on the pap, then took my spoon and took a bite. Dare I say it was heaven on earth—where the hell did he learn to cook like that? If this is all his mom and dad's doing, then I'm so marrying him, no questions asked!

"So?" he asked.

"It is as good as it looks and more. This is delicious, babe," I said.

"Phew! I'm glad you like it," he sighed.

"Like is an understatement, I love it!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, good. Now I can relax," he said.

"Is that doubt that I sense from Mr. overconfident?" I teased.

"What? No!" he denied.

"It is," I laughed.

"I was scared you weren't going to be impressed," he admitted.

"Trust me, I am. Don't doubt yourself now; I am with you because I want to and because I love you, Bubu," I assured him.

"And I love you more," he replied.

We ate, and he kept stealing glances at me, making me nervous. When we were done, he took the dishes to the kitchen; he didn't want me to take them there myself. After some time, he came back with two dessert glasses in a tray and placed them in front of us. The glasses had beautiful layers of red and brown.

Layer 1: Whipped cream with a raspberry drizzled with chocolate syrup.

Layer 2: Chocolate sponge cake.

Layer 3: Raspberries laid out.

Layer 4: Chocmint ice cream.

Last layer: Sponge cake again.

"I think you want me to gain weight," I joked.

"You would still look sexy as heck, Bubu," he flirted.

"You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend," I replied.

"That's because you really would, babe," he insisted.

"This looks really beautiful," I said.

I heard camera sounds. He had an iPhone.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

"My sister said she wanted pictures of tonight," he explained.

"She knows I'm here?" I asked.

"Duh. She's the one that suggested I do this for you," he revealed.

"But you didn't take pictures the first time," I noted.

"Who said I didn't?" he countered.

"No camera sounds, dummy," I retorted.