Finding You.

CHAPTER 15

SOMILA

When I get into the kitchen, I notice that Sam has been playing some Spanish music and it sounds amazing, even though I have no idea what it means. "Oh hey Somila." he says when he notices me, "Want a glass of wine? It's a smooth chenin.", he's holding up a bottle of white wine, trying to read which other fruit it's made of I assume, "Bon Courage chenin is great actually, it has a tone of passion fruit and lemon grass." I inform him, "Wow, she knows about wine too... should I pour you a glass? Is Aya driving you? Is he sober now?" wow Sam, all these questions, "I'm not driving tonight." I simply say as he pours two glasses. I don't think he understands what I mean but the less he knows, the better.

The wine has been cooled in their wine cooler refrigerator and it tastes delicious after the whiskey I had with Aya upstairs, "Can I help you with anything?" I don't see much of a dinner happening anytime soon. "Actually yes." he nods with a sigh, "I haven't really gotten to doing much, Aya's the cook around here.", I'm surprised by this statement since Aya doesn't strike me as a good cook. "Yep, I'm more of the dishes and laundry guy." he says after seeing the shock on my face, "Well, what do you need?" I ask him, "I've boiled penne pasta." He's pointing at the pot boiling on the stove. "Have you guys got any stir-fry, pre-steaks, onion and pepper?" I ask, already with a quick dinner solution in mind, "Of course we have all that, especially the last two
ingredients Somila.", he answers as he gestures to the fridge for me to get whatever it is that I still need.

"You've got blood on your face by the way." he points out. I came out of Aya's bedroom in such a rush that I forgot to use the other bathroom before coming down. "There's a toilet down the hallway." he points out to the direction opposite their lounge, "Thanks." as I make my way down the stone walled hallway. I open the door at the very end as Sam had instructed and there's a small basin attached to a two-door plush brown cabinet, and a toilet seat. I quickly wash my face using the jasmine scented soap I found on top of the counter, along with liquid hand wash and lotion. Once I'm done, I get out of the toilet and make my way back to the kitchen. There is an open door in the hallway, which is next to the kitchen and it serves as the laundry room then there are two closed doors and I'm curious as to what these rooms keep, but instead of being intrusive, I continue and find that Sam is no longer in the kitchen.

I begin chopping the onions, red and green peppers, adding them to a heated pan, I found the olive oil, herbs and spices in their pantry. The prego steaks Sam left out for me are cut into little streaks and I sauté them along with my now browned onions, adding mild spices and parsley. I need red wine for my steak so I turn to choose from the wine rack next to the breakfast island and I'm startled by a figure... Aya staring at me. His elbows are placed on the breakfast counter, his hands on his cheeks, he moves from the counter and takes a bottle of wine from the rack, "Is this what you were in search of Ms Klaas?" his deep voice is hushed and he walks slowly towards me, I'm still frozen.

He's dressed in navy sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, his locks hang loose over his toned shoulders, and he has no shoes on. His wet hair drips water onto the back of his t-shirt making it wet, "I hope you haven't lost your speech ability Somila." he says as he stands in front of me, wine bottle in hand, "Thanks." I say as I quickly take the bottle from his hand and turn back to my pot but I suddenly realize that I don't have a corkscrew so I turn again to find one but Aya already has it in his hand, "Let me help you with that." He points to the bottle and I give it to him. He opens it swiftly and hands it back, then opens a cabinet and comes out with a strainer, he is so thoughtful it scares me. He's rinsing the pasta for me as I finish off with my sauce, then he tosses a quick salad and adds place mats and cutlery neatly on the table as Sam comes back to the kitchen "Wow right on time, that was pretty quick." he says as he
refills our glasses of chenin "I don't think you should consume more alcohol given that wound... especially since you have to drive Somi back home" . . . "Mila stitched it closed, and she's staying over tonight." Aya fires back, "Mila?... wow!" Sam's expression matches my own.