Bjorn Wryner Vlasmo
Thursday | Lunch
“Wanna try my adobo?” I asked her. Coming out of nowhere and taking a seat in front of her holding the adobo I cooked.
She looked behind me as if she’s waiting for someone, it made me frown.
“Focus on me Cleo,” I told her, quite pissed off. She looked at me, impressed; With her a ‘wow, what an arrogant,’ face.
“Here,” I said, preparing the food I made. I put a piece of chicken on her plate with a little bit of sauce.
“Eat,” I told her, pointing out the food in front of her.
“Luto mo ‘to?” she asked. I nodded.
“Weh?” she asked for the second time, asking for the final assurance. She won’t believe me, I knew it.
Well, I’m no cook but I make my own food. I’m pretty confident with my cooking – it’s not something that typically taste like some fancy shit. It’s more of a simple cooking and I believe that’s what makes it more special.
She took her first bite and I scanned her face, looking for an approval. She looked at me blankly; shit-balls, just tell me if it’s good or nah. I am here to impress her by my food, and I’m also here to look for approval. You see, I don’t share my cooking to everyone – I just don’t.
“What?” I asked.
“Tell me if it tastes good,” I added nervously.
“Ikaw talaga nagluto nito?” she asked blankly. I can’t tell if she’s satisfied or not. Fuck, why is this making me nervous?
“Uhuh,” I nodded in agreement.
She smiled.
I repeat, she fucking smiled. I won, I just fucking won.
“Medyo maalat,” she replied, letting a small laugh-off.
“Fuck, really?” I asked in disbelief. Damn, I’m so proud of it I could die. When I tried it, it was okay – maybe, we have a different taste-buds.
“I’ll do it again,” I told her and stood up.
I was about to leave the room when she called me.
“Colonel”
“There’s no need, masarap siya,” she added.
“No, I want it to be perfect,” I responded. I don’t want her to be left unsatisfied.
“Nagbibiro lang ako kanina,” she replied with a chuckle.
“I just want to see your reaction,” she added. “Hilarious,” she laughed.
I faced her and damn I badly want to shut that mouth with mine. I already can imagine what might happen next if I do that.
“Then, will you go out with me?” I sneakily asked.
“Labas,” she replied plainly and pointed at the door. I pouted as I find my way out. Damn, she’s cruel.
Friday | Camp
“Where’s Cinense?” I asked Sergeant Ramos.
“Someone asked for her presence Sir,” he replied.
“Who?”
“Relative, Sir.”
Damn, she didn’t even report to me. She just left like that?
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I know that I should not have done this if it’s not essential but she’s my comrade, it’s valid.
