"I Can't Cook"

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Chapter 10

(F/B)

"Grand dad!" I screamed so loud when I saw grand dad outside my school. I run towards him and we hugged each other. "popsi.. I've missed you so much..." I mumbled. then, he let go of me after awhile.

"silly kid. I missed you so much too honey.. so much.. but, you look beautiful. do you have someone special in here?" he said teasingly..

"popsi!" I smiled at him. we talk almost every night online but I still miss him a lot so i told him my address when he asked for it after a hundred times.

we had a date for a whole day, we ate outside and we also had a coffee at my workplace.

"so.. you work here? how'd you managed to do that with your clumsiness?" he frowned.

"yeah right? I'm not a baby anymore you know? I'm adult now" a seconds of silence come across for a moment.. "so.. you happy now popsi? you know.. I'm so happy to see you again." he looked at me intensely.

"why'd you have to run away anyway?" he said furrowing.

"honestly.. I'm still sad without you, but.., if this is what makes you happy... I'm okay with that. just don't forget that you have me, and I will always be there for you. and don't forget to visit me sometimes okay?" grand dad's eyes become gloomy. I know he's sad.. I am too.. but, I have to stand on this, until I graduated here.

"have this Jamiella... and please.. use your card for everything you need okay?" he handed me an envelope.

"what's in here popsi??"

"your mom's diary, and some info. about your real father." I was surprised, but then, I accepted the fact that I am ended a bastard child..

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"we're here.." he stopped the car in front of a building. he grabbed my things and lead me to his apartment. the whole place was in order, it looks like the owner somehow is a girl or a woman.

"suit your self.. um.. there's the guest room, if you need anything just help your self and be at home." he looked so serious and just. i nodded at him in agreement. "so.. are you in order now? I mean, do you need anything in particular?" I think he saw my unease reaction.

"I'm hungry..." I mumbled. I saw him smirked for a bit. i bet, you guys want me to define how he looks like right now? well.. now is my time to examine his features.. he has the 'I don't give a damn kind of hair style', a very manly lips, an attractive eyes because of its light brownish color, a very manly eyebrows, a perfect nose, a cute fair colored face, and guys, I don't know downwards, don't make me undress him for you to know, I still have my dignity you know. but I can tell, he's yummy..

"are you okay?" and so.. I was really hook by that, my bad.

"um.. y-yeah. um.. I'm f-fine." stammered? shame...

".. as I was saying.. there's some stocks of everything you need in the kitchen so its up to you what kind of food you want to cook." he's looking at me in the eye while saying those stuffs.. oh! wait, did he just say Cook?? oh no... no.. no. seriously?

"um, I don't know how to cook.." I mumbled looking back at him.

"its OK, there's some cereal yo-"

"I don't eat cereal, noodles or some kind of instant food... and so don't suggest about me making a sandwich cause I don't know also how to make it." I said, but I wasn't looking at him anymore, I just look down the floor to admire my shoes.. then I heard him chuckling.

"so you know nothing?" he sang. I just nodded, and now I'm looking at my hands admiring my boring nails.

"but its okay, I'll just go outside and buy some breakfast." now I shifted my glance at him and he have that kind of 'what the hell' kind of face glaring at me.

"no, the nearest food house here is 30 minutes away if you walk there, and I guess you'll gonna walk cause you don't have a car, and there's no cab going in to this village, so wait.." he grabbed his cellphone out of his pocket then dialed someone.

"yes it's me. um I'll be late in 2 hours.. I have an emergency here.. okay, thanks" he hanged up then snapped at me. "what do you want for breakfast?" he granted. then my eyes goes wide.

"I want pancake, Bacon, hot chocolate, and two egg..!" I chirped out excitedly.

"don't you think it was too much for a kid like you?" he murmured.

"I'm not a kid! I'm an adult now, I'm already 18 years old.!" I stridently told him.

"oh...." he sang going to the kitchen. I followed him and I was furrowing. "I thought you were just eleven. a much younger than Brianna.." he sang again.

"well thank you!" I chirped. I'm glad, I look like a kid to him, so I guess I have this kind of baby face in me! party to that! "I'll take that as a compliment." I added happily.

"don't think that I admire you being a kid." he glanced at me.

and oh..... to me.

why so rude?

"you look like a kid and younger than Brianna because you know nothing, in particular." and now I feel bad. he casted a glimpse on me. "Brianna is only 17, and she knows a lot including cooking." he said proudly. and now I feel bad more.. what can I say? I know nothing! but its not my fault!

"are you going to feed me or lecture me?" I grunted without lookin at his side.

"are you a daughter of Australia's president?" I give him an innocent look.

"no I'm not. I'm jus-"

"don't answer me! I'm mocking you. I know the children of your country's President." I was embarrassed. what did he say? mocking me? okay. I'll bear with this to have some breakfast.. "you know how to punch but you don't know how to cook? how'd you do that?" he grunted at me. I just stayed silent. "why aren't you answering!?" he agitated. then I took a gander at him.

"you told me not to answer, cause you were mocking me. why? aren't you mocking me anymore?" that's the only words I have in mind to speak out. then I heard him chuckled.

"stupid kid. i feel pity for your parents on raising you." he said, still chuckling. "I bet you were-"

"that's too much.... stop now." I sadly mumbled then i turned my gaze away from him. "I'll just take a shower." I walked towards the said guest room.

after I showered I brought myself out to of the room for breakfast. he was no where to found, then I saw a note on the fridge.

I was too much.

I said a lot.

I'm sorry..

please enjoy your breakfast.

I made also some for your lunch and dinner on the fridge.

peace..

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