Imprisoned Love (A Dark Romance) UNDER EDITING

Chapter forty-seven

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Tahimik ang gabi at tanging ingay ng pagluluto ang naririnig, maging ang ingay ng tinidor at kutsara sa plato. Malamig ang gabi at gising pa kami. Nasa kusina kami, nakaupo ako at kumakain habang nagluluto naman si Damian.

"Damian, this is too bitter. Ergh!" reklamo ko at kunwaring nilbas ang dila na nagaaktong masusuka.

"What? I've already put all of the ingredients, I did even followed the recipe. I did it right..?" he answered in disbelief.

"The first one taste awful, the second is too much of a sugar, the last last one doesn't have a flavor, and now this one is too much bitter. You can't cook!" bulyaw ko. Ilang beses na syang nag pabalik balik mag luto at pabalik balik manood sa YouTube ng recipe sa cellphone niya, ngunit wala siyang nagagawang matino.

"What is this? All you can cook is an Adobo?" inis na tanong ko.

"This is just a simple pudding you're making yet you can cook it?" dagdag ko.

Halos mag Isang linya ang kilay ko dahil sa inis, kanina pa ako nag lalaway sa Pudding.

"That's why you should have just brought me one, just why the hell did you insist on cooking when you can't cook it for me?" mahabang sermon ko.

"Babe, it's 2:30am, there's no open bakeshop at this time around that's why—"

"Aren't you rich?" I asked, cutting him off

"Can't you just call some of your people to buy? Why do you need to cook?" bulyaw ko pa.

It's 2:30am, and I can't sleep. I am craving for a pudding.

Bumangon ako sa pagkakahiga at sinubukan maghalungkat sa kusina ngunit hindi ako marunong mag bake, kaya no choice ako kundi ang gisingin siya.

I asked him to buy me a pudding, but instead gumising siya para i-paggawa ako ng pudding.

At first I was happy thinking I can finally get to eat pudding again. Pero ngayon tumataas lalo ang galit ko.

"Ang pangit nito." malakas ang boses na sabi ko at tinulak ang plato palayo sa 'kin.

"Pangit?" he asked.

"Yes, sing-pangit mo." dagdag ko at umirap.

This is just so weird, I am craving for a pudding so bad. Parang anytime ay kaya kong manakit kung hindi ako makakain ng pudding.

Kanina kopa sinusubukan ang kumain ng mga prutas at candy pero ayaw tanggapin ng sikmura ko at nailalabas ko lang lahat ng nakakain ko.

My head hurts a little.

I hate this feeling.

"Fvck! Why can't I perfect it?!" malakas na reklamo ni Damian habang nagluluto at halos masira ang hawak hawak na plato sa sobrang pag kuyom ng mga kamao niya.

"That's why you should have just buy me." I insist.

"This is getting on my nerves, there's literally something wrong in the recipe." dagdag niya.

Tumayo ako at naglakad palapit sa kanya, "Are you stupid or something?" inis na tanong ko.

"There's nothing wrong in the recipe, it's just you—" tinuro ko siya sa dibdib, "You can't cook! You're such a useless guy." bahagya ko siyang tinulak at kinuha ang plato sa kamay niya para ako na ang gumawa ng pudding.

"Can't even make a single simple pudding." bulong ko.

Pakiramdam ko ay kumukulo ang dugo ko pa akyat sa ulo ko kapag nakikita ko ang mukha niya.