K & Br (LS)

Gap & Mail Ch-13

Gap went straight into the kitchen. Then arranged to put the fresh produce on the table to see what was there.

"Come on, I'll help you" Buk stormed to help his friend. Everyone else too walked into the kitchen as well. Most of them wanted to know if Gap was really going to cook or not.

“Don't, bastard. I still don't want my kitchen to be ruined because of your skills," Singh interrupted before pulling the collar of Buk's shirt to back away. Then he walked and stood near Gap's station instead.

"This bastard, I'm going to help my friend," Buk shouted.

“I'll help him. You guys go prepare and set up a place. Oh, if you really want to help, go over there and light up the charcoal stove," Singh waved his hands to chase them away causing Buk to frown his brows together.

"So, does he know how to cook?" Dave asked curiously.

“Singh often cooks and eats by himself. Even if it's not delicious. But it's okay to eat," Para said, looking at Singh who was staring at him angrily. Gap was busy separating different types of ingredients to see what he should prepare first. Mail leaned against the door frame, looking at Gap curiously to see whether Gap actually did it or not. As for Mail himself, at most, he could fry eggs and boil instant noodles. That's enough.

"Let's go and prepare a place," said Thit, chasing everyone out. Singh and Gap helped each other to wash and prepare the ingredients. Mail also walked out with the others. So only Gap and Singh were left in the kitchen. Both of them shared their duties.

"You" Gap called Singh not too loudly.

“What?” replied Singh.

"What does Mail like to eat?" Gap asked curiously. Singh immediately turned to look at Gap.

“Why do you want to keep the data? For scoring numbers? ” Singh asked out of curiosity.

“Well, I want to keep it for my future wife,” Gap said with a smile thinking that if he said this in front of Mail then Mail must have jump-kicked him with both legs.

“You say this means did you already imagine Mail to be your wife?" Singh asked in a stunned voice.

"Yeah, why? Or do you think your friend will be my husband?" Gap asked back. Singh frowned in thought.

“I can't imagine it. If the two of you are really dating who will be on which side? But, are you sure that much? That you can get Mail to be your wife? Don't you think you'd meet his foot first?" Singh asked jokingly. Because he still couldn't imagine his friend and Gap being together.

"You'll know soon. Wait for him to be gentle with me first. But now you can tell me. What does Mail like to eat or what he doesn't like?” Gap asked Singh again.
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"Don't run away. Let's eat together first," Para walked to talk to Mail who walked separately to smoke at the fish pond next to Singh's house. The others were in front of the house to set up the things neatly. Mail has helped them set up everything. So walked separately to smoke alone

“I'm not going anywhere. I paid 300 bucks,” replied Mail. Para laughed softly in his throat.

“That's right, I forgot I had your money with me. You wouldn't let your money go to waste," Para teased him before taking out a cigarette, lit it, and looking at Mail with a still look in his eyes.

"What kind of person do you think Gap is?" Para asked causing Mail to stand still a bit.

“Why do you ask?” Mail asked back, looking at Para.

“I just want to know. Whether you're thinking like me or not, that's all," Para said back, Mail was slightly silent as if he was thinking about something.