Allora

Instant Noodles

My dad looks really happy with her. But I always imagined him beside my mother. It's really hard to digest the fact that he is married.

My wife I hear him saying that again, as I toss and turn around the bed.

How long since their marriage?

Do they have any kids? That is impossible, since dad said I'm the only heir.

I didn't say anything after he introduced me to his wife.

After that, I was taken to my room. I rested a bit and asked for dinner in my bed, faking a headache.

It's around midnight, I'm guessing, and since I slept the whole day I'm not getting any.

'' What am I doing here?" I asked myself, looking up the sealing.

During sleepless nights, while in Texas, I used to sit on the roof near my window and listen to music.

Summer nights were my fav, cause there were a lot of stars. It was really fun during sleepovers with her...I miss her.

With a heavy sigh, I turned around. After five more minutes I'm still awake.

That's it, I'm gonna take a stroll outside. Nobody will be there, so I can avoid the awkwardness.

Maybe I can take a quick glance in the kitchen and see what they have there. This house is huge and I'm hoping the kitchen is stocked.

The lights are off inside the house except for the light from the outside, which gives me a faint outline of the obstructions on my way. I don't wanna wake the whole house by accidently dropping something.

I gently climbed down the stairs and made it to the foyer.

The real issue at hand is that I don't know where the kitchen is.

I walked to my left in hopes of finding the kitchen but ended up in a sitting room. Walked to the other side of the foyer, another sitting room.

Why are there so many sitting rooms in a house? I don't understand rich people.

I walked to the direction of the living room where I met the family, and it turned out to be a dead end.

I was about to return to my room accepting my defeat when I saw a light at the end of the aisle near the living room.

I came this far, it wouldn't be fair to myself if I left without checking that area.

As I neared the place, I could smell someone cooking something. And it smells like instant noodles, which is one of my favourite late night snacks.

Aunt Lucy was always against it, saying it was bad for health. Well, a little bit of bad won't hurt anyone.

I peeped into the kitchen, which I have just confirmed now . I didn't see anyone inside , so I stepped further into the room.

In the far corner is a boiling pot with ramen. I can smell it and I'm suddenly craving some. But the real question is who is making this.

With these thoughts running around my mind, I turned around only to be scared to death at the presence of someone.

''Holy molly you scared me", I said to Rossario with my hand against my chest.

It was then I took in the view before me. Standing before me is Rossario shirtless, with a can of spam.

The spam is the least of my worries, because the man is stunning, and maybe I might've forgotten to breathe. At that moment, I forgot about all of my aunt's teachings about being virtuous. Virtue who?

He has chest hair which looks so sexy on him. And that face with his five o' clock shadow makes me feel like I want to run my hands along that roughness. His shoulders are wide and strong and those abbs I want to lick....

" You done checking me out?'' he said with a smugness on his face.

"I wasn't checking you out, I was looking at the spam'' I defended myself in the most illogical way. Way to go Allora, embarrassing yourself.

He laughs at this, even his laugh sounds like something I can get used to for comfort, later obsession.

He stopped laughing and looked at me from head to toe. For some reason, even with my floor-length night gown, I felt exposed in front of him.

He walked towards the pot and turned on the other burner for a pan. I moved closer to watch him cook. There are noodles with powder in the pot. Rossarion is frying two eggs and slices of spam in a pan.

He flips the spam and adds some pepper to it and eggs.

I can't help but admire the way his back muscles move while he is working. He looks like he is in his late twenties. He doesn't look like he is related to the family biologically. Well, the fact is, I don't either, since I'm half black. So my assumption about him could be wrong.

''Allora''

I turned around to Rosario who was now setting two bowls of steaming noodles onto the kitchen island. He gestured towards the stool opposite him .

I sat down before the satisfying bowl of instant treasure with fried eggs and spam. Rossario looked at me with an encouraging look, suggesting to try his creation.

I tasted it and oh my god it was so good. I looked at Rossario with approval and he looked so proud.

''Well why do you look so proud, it's just instant noodles from some amazing brand'' I said, trying to get him out of the smug look.

At this he smiled and shook his head. '' Well, the noodles might be from the instant packet, but the taste maker is my own recipe''.

''oh'' that is all that came out of me. I did want to appreciate him, but I kind of feared that I might sprout out nonsense if I started to babble, so I sat there silently eating the noodles.

''Do you like it here?'' Rossario broke the comfortable silence we were in.

I looked up at him. He looked like he genuinely wanted to know my answer. Do I like it here ? '' I don't know", I said the truth.

He didn't further interrogate me about it nor try to assure me that I would like this place soon.

'' How are you related to the family?'' I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore.

''I'm Rossario Leonardo Otiz''. At this my heart did a dip, a small disappointed one which was opposite to the careless high I was in .

''your father's adopted son'' at this hope seeped back inside me. For what silly? He is still your brother. Well, not biologically, but still .

I looked at him to find him looking at me. He wasn't looking. It's like he is gazing into my soul.

I was suddenly nervous all of a sudden. I looked down at my lap , my anxiety was kicking in. I took small breathes to calm myself down. This really is a bad time to be anxious.

''Hey are you okay?'' Rossario was at my side holding onto my shoulders. Oh god, this is bad . Does this man have a wish to kill me or something? because for gods sake I'm staring into his chest. It's so hard and his chest hair... Never in my life had I imagined body hair to be this sexy.

I felt something warm in my lower region. It was at that moment I realized that it wasn't anxiety, I was freaking lusting for my foster brother. It's disgusting and appealing at the same time.

God, what happened to the innocent Texan girl? New York really did a nasty thing to me.

I suddenly stood up, making him step back . ''I'm okay, I was just, emm ... missing home'' I said, taking the bowl to sink. I washed it and looked around to place it.

'' It's okay, I will put it back'' Rossario grabbed it from me. '' You should sleep. It's late''

'' I should, goodnight then'' I didn't wait for a reply. I just rushed out of the room aiming for my bedroom.