"What are you doing here kid?"
"I'm not a kid anymore, don't call me that!"
"What do you want from me?"
"You! I want you!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I want you to cook only for me!"
The goddess raised her perfectly crafted eyebrows. "I don't wanna." The kid's honey-colored eyes began to water and her face crumpled. "What the fuck? What's with that face?"
"What do you want for me to have you?"
"You can never have me, kid."
"No! I want you! And I will have you whatever happens!"
"Silly, you can't do that."
"I will become a great chef just like you and then I will build my own restaurant and then I will hire you just to cook for me! Because when I become a great chef, I want to cook for everyone. But then I will get tired. So who's gonna cook for me? It should be you!"
"What a brat. I don't wanna be your personal chef," the woman skillfully completed the garnishing of her Enchiladas. "Go back to your mother. Kids are not allowed in here. Why are you even here in the kitchen?"
"I want to give you this as an initial payment," the kid put down a flower on the table.
"What's that?" she picked it up to examine. "A wilted marigold?" the goddess chuckled after confirming it.
Kid scratched her head. "Sorry, my hands are too warm and I've been holding that for like an hour already. Been looking for you."
"How did you even know me?"
"My grandma—"
"Young miss, let us please go back to your dining table. Your parents are getting worried," the bodyguard suddenly appeared out of nowhere trying to convince the kid to leave the kitchen.
"But I told them that I will go to the bathroom!"
"And yet you're here in the kitchen kid," the goddess sarcastically interrupted while her arms are folded still holding the poor flower. The kid frowned.
"Fine! I'll come back here some other time," the kid went closer to the goddess and grabbed her cold hands which makes the latter flinch by her action. "I'll find you," she smiled widely showing her full set of cute teeth.
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"Tangina mo ka, Araw! Bumangon ka na dyan. Isang buong araw ka nang tulog!"
"Can you please shut up? You're in the hospital and luv needs to rest."
"Wala kang pake! Tsaka bakit ba ang dami nyo dito? Mga minions mo ba 'to Frankenstein?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Frankie?!"
"Oh god. Stop this nonsense! It's annoying."
"Aka-chan, 'wag mo na patulan ang bff ni Sunnie."
Puro ingay lang ang naririnig ko. Nangingibabaw ang boses ni Bituing walang ningning. Hanggang sa panaginip ko ba nandon pa rin ang nakakairita nyang boses? Huhu.
Gusto ko na sanang imulat ang aking mga mata ngunit hindi ko magawa. Ramdam ko ang sakit ng buong katawan ko. Maya-maya pa ay narinig kong bumukas ang pinto.
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Burn For Me
General FictionAfter suffering a tragic memory loss, Sunnie Rae, also known as Paeng, lived a simple and happy life among the aged in an institution for the elderly. Following her dream to become a successful Master Chef was never a piece of cake. Her godly tongue...