Cholo

(25) Veinticinco, Part Two

Inside the house was surprisingly clean. The floor was polished, the CD's were organized under the TV, the cushions on the sofa were fluffed and a throw was neatly folded. I glanced at Oscar, eyebrows raised in question. "You cleaned?" I asked in a disbelieving tone.

He shook his head, "I cooked." He smirked as he walked away towards the kitchen. Furrowing my eyebrows, I followed him into the kitchen. He had a towel placed onto his left shoulder, as he stirred the food. He pushed a spoon to my mouth. "Try it." His face was relaxed, and his posture as he moved about the kitchen was one fit for a chef. I chewed slowly, absorbing the delicious bit - finally food with flavor and not bland like the meals I had to eat at the hospital.

I moaned in pleasure. He smiled. I cleared my throat, "Delicious." I raised an eyebrow. "Who cleaned?"

He chuckled. "Your abuela cleaned."

Huh. Why did I think that it was some zorra that came in here and cleaned?

Óscar leaned back and observed me. He had a smile playing around on his lips. "What?" I huffed, lightly.

"You're jealous." His smile widened.

"I am not." I picked at the loose strung of my shirt.

He chuckled. His arms pulling me closer to him. His lips touched mine. My arms wrapped around his neck. My fingers brushed his back, down his arms. His fingers laced through my hair, grabbed my thighs. His lips trailed down my neck and into my ears he whispered, "you're my chola."

The sound of someone clearing their throat, halted our kiss. I turned towards the source. My back laying against his body, tangled by his arms. "It's to early for another."

I smiled, sheepishly at my abuela. "Oh Dios mío, abuela!"  Oscars chest rambled against my back as he laughed. I felt cold when his arms untangled me, and he stepped away. I whimpered mentally.

"I'll plate the food." I heard the clatter of played and pots behind me. My abuela smiled at us.

"I arranged everything you need during your cuarentena." With her hand searched her bag, she finally pulled out her keys. She turned towards Oscar, key pouted at him. "Mijo, no sex." 

I smiled lightly. "Nothing will happen, abuela."
She made a disbelieving sound that sounded similar to a 'hmm'.

"Call me if you need anything." She kissed my cheeks.

"You don't want to stay for lunch?" I patted her back as we hugged.

"I have a bingo game to get too." She smiled and with a light kiss onto my forehead, she left.

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"You gave our RollerWorld money to the Prophets!"  I grimaced at Jamal's outburst, praying that Mateo did not wake up. 

"No. I gave them the marked bills from Freeridge Saving robbery." Oscar replied, cooly. 

"Oh! Thank God." Breathed Jamal. Ruby even relaxed back into his chair. Cesar sat staring intently at the plate. I smiled knowing exactly what will happen next and almost grimaced at the prospect of Mateo waking up. "For a second I thought you gave our money away." Laughter erupted around the table. I glanced at Cesar who smiled at Oscar.

"No, no, I didn't give your money away." He squeezed a lemon wedge, straightened his back, "You  gave your money away. And now it's mine." Jamal's face contorted into a horrified expression, where as Ruby's face dawned with grief.