"Fuck you!"
"I already fucked you many times . . ." He then wiggled his eyebrows and continued. ". . . in my mind."
Harris narrowed his eyes and got paled. "Dirty-minded dickhead!"
"Nope, I just have a sexy imagination." A loud laugh echoed in the r...
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Bliss and Coffee | Chapter Six
He saw something flickered in his eyes. But it faded away quickly. He smirked at him and started cooking. Mia asked many questions though. She was a nice and smart girl. They interacted as if it was only the two of them were in the kitchen.
“I am here too, you know?” He just glanced for seconds at Tristan and saw him pouting.
After a while, the food was already done. “Little girl, wash your hands first before eating, okay?” he said. He arranged the food nicely on the table. He just added some toasted bread, ham, and orange juice.
“You looked like a mother to me, P'Harris.” Mia’s sudden outburst echoed in the kitchen. She had an innocent smile without knowing what her words mean to him.
No one talked after that. They fell into silence. He was trying to regain his composure, Tristan seemed tense and was rolling his spoon on the food and Mia was being herself, eating innocently not realizing the effect of her statement.
But he was curious. He wanted to know where it came from. Why did Mia say it? After thinking thoroughly, he cleared his throat. “Why did you say that, little girl?”
He could sense the tension radiating from Tristan. Maybe something happened before.
“P'Gia always did that to Erin, her daughter, you know. She was cooking for her because she said that it’s what mothers do to their kids.” The fact that her smile didn’t reach her eyes, his heart clenched at the sight.
“Little bun, I always cooked for you!” Tristan glared at his niece.
“But either burned, the food did not taste good,” Mia answered, then stuck out her tongue to her uncle.
“Little girl, it’s bad sticking out your tongue to someone older than you. And you should thank your P' because he cooks food for you.”
He expressed that Tristan and Mia looked at him. Well, he just thought that the tan man was the only one who took care of Mia. He hasn't seen other people home since he came here yesterday.
“I’m sorry, P'Harris. I will remember that.” Mia said then turned to her P'. “Sorry Phi. Thank you because even though you burned the food, you still cook for me.”
He looked at Tristan with amusement. Because the tan man got teary-eyed. But before it fell, he smiled at Mia and patted her head. “That’s okay, my little bun. Let's just eat. Foods getting cold.” He murmured, a smile formed on his lips but it was a sad smile.
He knew deep inside, Tristan was touched. But he didn’t intrude anymore, he had no right to lecture them after all. He just got carried away because it was what he was doing to his nephews. Maybe he just missed them a lot.
***
Tristan cleaned the mess in the kitchen while Harris was acquainting Mia on how to do little things to help. He was teaching her to wipe the table after eating. It was a good start to his morning. Never did he imagine that he would have someone to guide Mia beside Gia. Harris knows how to handle a kid, that’s for sure. He was tender and smart. And Mia was right, he really looked like a mother figure. He smiled with that thought.
