The sun started to descend along its course. Water was being sprinkled onto a patch of plants. A boy, holding the water sprinkler, straightened himself and started to stretch his back.
I hope that one day, these plants will bear beautiful flowers. He prayed silently. Placing the sprinkler back beside the patch, he finally return home after a hard long day of watering his crops. Rufther, although is a boy, have a affinity to flowers. His wish was to successfully grow at least a single flower ever since he was forced to live in a farm. In the past, he used to keep a variety of flowers in his garden, which was in his mansion, his second room in the mansion to be exact. Because of this, his father was irritated by him."What kind of boy will like flowers??", that is what he usually said when he sees Rufther's garden. And to counter that, Rufther will usually smartly reply, "a boy that cares about his father's wellbeing on Valentine or any other eccentric anniversaries that mom could think of". At this moment his father will be speechless as he will remember to numerous times he was berated by his mom for not buying flowers for on certain ocassions such as the date when they first confess to each other, et cetera. However, his classmates and friends always call him feminine or gay, hence, he was always alone wherever he went.
Rufther opened the wooden door of his house to find something totally unexpected. A girl was in his kitchen, cooking or messing up, depending on whose perspective. Obviously to Rufther, it was the latter. A burning smell that was in the air choked him.
"HEY! My kitchen...", he coughed, "are you trying to burn my house down?"
"What? I can't hear you~~~", she joked although the fire that she was controlling was starting to get out of control.
Rufther hurriedly went out, took the sprinkler and quickly went back in to douse the fire.
Black smokes billowed from the remains of the charred wood. The pan on the stone fire place sizzled red. It contained something unsightly.
"What exactly were you trying to cook.. or concoct??", Rufther questioned.
"I was just trying to fry an egg... and you took out the fire...", she cried.
Looking at the black thing on the pan, he asked again, "do you know how to cook an egg in the first place?".
"Eh? Erm.. just crack one and throw the entire stuffs on the pan and wait for the smell?", she replied innocently.
Either she is that stupid... or... Rufther quickly asked again, "Are you stupid?" That was regrettably the worst mistake he had ever make.. or so he thought. Two scenarios played out before him, one was that he receive another whack from her or two, she affirmed that she was stupid, which is highly unlikely.
"Heehee, sorry.. It was my first time cooking by myself... plus I thought this was an abandoned house. There was apparently no inn around this area...", she replied rather clumsily. She is for real??! What kind of person would even bother try to find an inn at places like a farm?? And she never cook before?! At that age??? And a gal at that.. He complained to himself. He turned back to look at her. Judging from her height, she should be like around my age.. so... she should have at least cooked before..
"You... really never ever cook before?", he asked her.
"Yep~", she replied, "I was so trying to burn your house such that I could even perish in the flames..... ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT?! After that display of cooking, you still ask me whether I can cook??", She scolded him rather sarcastically,
Sigh... What a troublesome girl I met today... He sighed. "Anndd you have no where else to stay tonight?"
"Of course, there's no inn here or any other abandoned houses around here besides yours.... if you even call this a house that is", she insulted.
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A cross with Music
RomanceRufther was a boy, aged fifteen. His parents died half a year ago, from suicide and a stroke of bad luck. Under his father's "will", he was to live a unmaterialistic life. After having passed through half a year, his resolve started to dwindle. His...
