Chapter 5
ALICIA
I texted him thirty minutes ago, and he still hasn’t replied. Huh!
Didn’t he see it?
I huffed as I shut down my computer, looking both worried and angry at the same time.
I hate being snubbed.
David is my colleague and yes, the supervisor of Duvel Company. He’s a single dad.
A hot single dad. Mark the word HOT.
And of course, I like him so much.
I’ve always had a crush on him, long before his wife’s death.
And now that he’s single again, I see a green light waving a passage for me into his life.
I know he likes me too. I see the way he stares at me sometimes—especially when we eat lunch together.
He’s got such a sexy gaze, and anytime our eyes meet, my body begins to heat up. It feels like he performs magic on me, and I want him so much for myself.
I wonder why he still hasn’t asked me out. For the past nine months, I’ve been treating him to lunch and most times bringing him breakfast—ones I always buy on my way to work.
I don’t know how to cook. I never learned how. I didn’t see any reason to learn when you can buy cooked food almost everywhere around you.
I heard he has four kids too. I’ve even seen a photo of them once.
Four kids are way too much. Didn’t he practice family planning with his late wife?
I may like David a lot, but I literally don’t like kids. Most kids are annoying.
And to think David has four children!
Gosh!
Though I haven’t met any of them yet, from the looks on their faces in the picture, they’re probably not above eleven or twelve… so I can handle them.
They’re small. So they know nothing.
I’ll just have to shove them aside so they won’t come between me and David when I finally have him to myself.
Because David is so engrossed in them, and it baffles me a lot.
If only he could spend more of his time with me, and not with his kids.
Their mates are even in boarding school.
ROSIANA
Noel led me to the kitchen, and my eyes darted around in amazement.
It’s huge! And well organized.
The burners, gas cooker, stove, dishes… fridge… everything was neatly arranged.
“Take your apron,” Noel said, handing me a piece of cloth.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
I put mine on as I watched Kayla bring out two more aprons from the side shelf.
“Uh… Kayla. I’ll be needing just one, okay?” I chuckled softly.
“I know. I want to cook with you.”
“Yeah, me too,” Noel added as Kayla handed him one.
“But… sometimes the kitchen can be pretty dangerous for kids like you, and—”
“Who said I’m a kid? I’m not a baby, mi-lady,” he drawled, putting it on.
“Neither am I,” Kayla added, wearing her apron inside out.
I laughed at the sight and helped her adjust it.
“Are you sure you want to join me in cooking? What if your dad comes back and—”
“Forget my dad. I can handle him, alright?” Noel waved it off, looking so serious.
I didn’t want to argue much, so I let them be.
Besides, they look so cute in the aprons.
“So… what do you guys want for lunch?”
“Oh, I want pancakes!” Kayla squealed.
“Noted. What about you, Noel?”
“I want pancakes, mashed potatoes and fish stew… grilled chicken and tomato soup… oh, and yes! Macaroni and cheese and baked fillets!”
“How many can you eat?” I asked, surprised by the long list.
“All. I want all!”
“Hmm.” I shook my head.
“Okay… let’s start with the pancakes. Who knows where the flour and baking ingredients are?”
“Mee!!!” they chorused in excitement.
“What about potatoes and fresh tomatoes?”
“Yay! Yay! Me, I know!” Kayla ran to the fridge to get them.
“Alright. Let’s start cooking.”
I brought out the frying pans and pots.
JANIETTA
☃️ Twenty-Five Minutes Later ☃️
I sat on the couch watching my favorite cartoon.
It isn’t so interesting today because Noel and Kayla aren’t here with me. They’re with that stranger.
Noel is a big idiot, you know… and Kayla is just too innocent and sweet to know what’s right.
As long as food is involved, everyone is Noel’s friend.
I don’t like this lady at all. She’s too pretty, and I fear for my daddy.
I don’t want my dad to like her either. That’s why I’m acting this way toward her.
I do not want a second mummy!
And to think Noel and Kayla are in the kitchen with her.
Ugh! So annoying.
I instantly switched off the TV, which suddenly felt like noise to my hearing.
I’m hungry, and my stomach aches for food.
Why isn’t Dad back yet? And how long does it take to make a simple dish?
I lay on the couch and started counting the ceiling.
I don’t want to go into that kitchen. I’m so hungry, and I don’t want to show it either.
It’s best I go to my room and sleep until the food is served.
I got up from the couch and walked out of the sitting room into the passage.
My room is just a few doors away from here, and I hope—
Oh. My. God! What is that smell?
Where is it coming from??
I stopped walking and sniffed the savory aroma.
It smells so good and yummy! I felt my stomach twitch.
I’m hungry. I bit down on my lips.
I stood there sniffing, trying to satiate my hunger.
Roars of laughter echoed from the kitchen, and I knew they were having fun in there.
What if they’re eating already?
I can’t take this! I do not want to beg that lady for food, nor do I want her to know I’m desperately craving it. I don’t even want to show how hungry I am.
But wait…
This is my father’s house. Literally my house too, and my dad owns the kitchen—giving me equal rights.
I want to eat.
And that’s final. I can’t kill myself with hunger in my own house.
I’m simply going to walk in there and order her to give me food.
I decided that and marched toward the kitchen with a straight face, disrupting their little fun.
My eyes caught the different delicacies in the kitchen and the breathtaking aroma.
I can’t take this.
The three of them stared at me as I walked over to grab a plate from the sink. Then I walked to the lady… cleared my throat… and stared at her with a bossy expression.
“This is my father’s house, so I want you to dish out some food for me…”
My bossy tone soon melted as my stomach let out a loud growl.
I’m hungry.
“Pl…ease,” I said softly, staring at her with puppy eyes.
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TBC
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