The Write Thing

Chapter 22

The next day, I come to Rafa's apartment and let him listen to the song I finished just yesterday. And I don't know why my voice never fails to make him laugh like it was the first time he's ever heard a bad singer in his entire life. But not like that bothers me anymore. I'm getting used of him laughing at my voice like how he would turn down my offer.

It's been an hour since I arrived and just before I could ask for another question to Rafa, I paused when I saw him at the kitchen. He's wearing an apron, and his hair's tied up in a clean bun which makes him look a little different.

I didn't notice he was busy. And now, it only makes me want to watch him cooking.

"Yes?" I was pulled out my thoughts and quickly bring my eyes to his face.

"What are you making?"

"Umm, just a tuna mushroom casserole." My face scrunched up, making me quickly stroll to the kitchen and check on what he's cooking.

"I didn't know you cook."

He shrugged. "Well, now you know." He said as he swift his eyes to me and to his cooking.

"Can I taste it?"

"Can't you wait?" He said and I smile as I watch him do the dishes while waiting for our food get cooked.

Rafa's probably the last person I expect to cook. I mean, I just never thought he could cook. He doesn't look like he can but he does. It only feels a little different that I could see a side of him people don't really know this man is capable of. Like Bea who's been a fan for a very long time now probably haven't seen this side of Rafa, which is interesting.

"What?" He asked again when he noticed me staring at him the whole time.

I shake my head. "Nothing. I just find it amazing how guys who doesn't look like couldn't cook... do cook. Like, you know what I mean, right?"

"So, you're saying I'm amazing?"

"Well, except the fact that I think you can't cook. You're free to call whatever you want it." I said and he snigger.

"But seriously. My dad used to cook for my mum everyday and I remember how mum loves it, how it makes her happiest. You know... little things could mean a lot for someone."

"You... want that too?"

"Yeah. Of course. I'd be very happy if one day I'll be able to find myself someone  who's willing to do that for me."

"Then... maybe I can cook for you... sometimes." His voice was slowly fading as he finishes his words but I know I heard him right. And I was taken aback.

"Really? You'll do that?" It was obvious how hard I'm tried to refrain myself  from smiling.

He looked away as he suppress his lips. "Yeah. I mean, maybe sometimes. I can... cook for you."

I have no words. I can't believe I'm actually hearing this from him. I don't know if he meant what he said but that made me happy.

As soon as he was finished with his cook, we settled on the dining table and start eating.

"Oh my gosh this is so good." I said as soon as I take the first bite, making me want to have more.

Rafa didn't say anything but I know he was smiling as we eat.

This was honestly one of the

"You should hit on Clyde." I paused from chewing to throw a look at Rafa who continues eating.

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you yesterday." He said as he pours a water on his glass. When he notice I wasn't talking, he looks up to me. For a moment I was confused as to what he's talking about. But not too long when I recalled what happened yesterday.