UNLEASHING DESIRE(SPG)

Chapter Six

I'm video calling my editor on the line. She was looking at my written entry and asses it. I’m still nervous and waiting for her verdict I’m not quite sure if I did well this time but I feel that I have pass the threshold and broke through my limit.

"You're working differently this time, Avery," Karen our editor in chief praises my submitted entry. "Have you already figured it out?" She said flipping my written entry.

When she asked me that, the first thing that comes to my mind is my written entry last night that is so smooth.

I became very relaxed when I heard her said that I am improving. Also recently in the house I am very relaxed with the help of Cyrill.

After the night of our talk, our relationship seemed to be closer, closed enough to be called acquaintance. Specially after he help me solve my problems and gives me ideas.

"You praise me, Ma'am. It was you who guide me in the right direction," I said humbly. If it wasn’t for her being so strict with me picking all the faults she could pick my aptitude wouldn’t be exercised.

I am also thankful for her treating me nicely. Guiding me into right direction always educating me to do things with patience and the fruit that it will bear will be sweet.

"The only thing that lacks in your entry is the feeling. It still can't arouse the readers," she commented honestly.

Speaking of feelings, I am really helpless about it. Sometimes when I record the plot I want to put I only said it vaguely because I don’t know which expression should be right to use.

"I'm working on it, Mam." I said, swearing to myself that I must study this problem carefully so that I can fully grasp the emotion my characters would have.

"Honestly, in overall so far from the work you submitted this one went well. Your work has come to life and already have some color. Keep it up, keep trying hard and if you have any questions or you face some difficulties don’t hesitate come to me for advice!" She cheered on me.

Her encouragement touched me I decided to double my hard work from then on. I looked at the piles of files in the table and enthusiastically finished it all up before the work ends.

I sit in the office for couple of hours. I felt that the time pass very fast before I know it it’s already time to go home. I packed my things and tidy up my table.

I called the secretary outside to asked the cleaner to clean up the office and head out. I get on the elevator all the way to the underground where my car was park.

I keep tapping my feet into the beat obviously in good mood. I remember Cyrill who’s at the house, “Have he already cooked for our dinner?” To know the answer I hurried to drive my car away to go home.

I almost fly all the way home, if it weren’t for the traffic because it’s rush hour I might arrive ahead of time. I can't wait to share the good news with Cyrill, I'm sure he'll be delighted to know it too.

Aside from my family, I don’t have any close friends to share my good news with. Only Cyrill my tenant at the house, it’s not inconvenient for him to know it, right?

I’m very withdrawn from the crowd. Introverted and hates having close contacts with many people. Before when I was still tied with the marriage engagement I could still be patient and endure all of it but after that happens I decided to do what I am comfortable with.

I tidy my crumpled clothes and look myself in the reflection on the door. Inserting the key into the keyhole and entered. I change my shoes to slippers I put my shoes in the rack and noticed that there’s another thing on it. I smiled and planned to buy another shoe rack so that it won’t be too crowded.

A whiff of smell in the kitchen greeted me. It's nice to have someone who waits for you to come home. A hot meal and a companion that you could talk to. And he is really very diligent and also has a good hands.

"I'm home!" I cry at the door. I sort out my emotions, I roamed my eyes in the living room and found no one. ‘Where is he?’ I wondered.

He must be at the kitchen judging from the appetizing aroma in the air he must still cooking. I thought as I trotted over the counter. I placed my things in the centre table and made a few turns before I reached the kitchen.

Spotted his figure busy at the kitchen making an early dinner. "Still busy? Was it my fortune that I make you stay? I've gained an instant chef and housekeeper at house," I teased at him resulting for him to turn sharply in surprise.

"You are back? I made you dumplings, just sit, and ill be finished in a while." He said returning his focused on the pot.

"Do you need a hand?" I offered if I could help him still following his every moves.

They say men were attractive when they do things seriously I see it now. It’s just that I can only appreciate it silently.

"Thank you, but I can do it," he rejected already draining the cooked noodles.

The ingredients was already ready and Cyrill proceed into cooking.

Cyrill heat the oil into the frying pan and stir-fried the ginger, carrots, garlic, pepper and sugar snap together in high heat and stir it every time to avoid the spices being burned.

After a couple of minutes he adds the cooked noodles into the pan. Cyrill put the onions and beansprouts together and stir-fry it again for another couple of minutes.

My eyes never left his body for a second. I keep tailing his every move looking how meticulous and practiced he is in cooking.

Making the last step. Cyrill mixes the soy sauce and vinegar together and stir it until it completely blends in. He scoop a little bit of it and tried to taste it, he keep nodding indicating that the taste was right and was already cooked.

Cooked it for a minute and then makes a serving of it on the table.

A plate of cooked dumplings and a bowl of veggie stir fried noodles. The mouth-watering aroma fermented into the air making me hungrier.

"I didn't expect you to have a hand here. I'm looking forward to how it tastes," I said. I give him a thumbs up silently, who is the lucky girl would marry him in the future?

Clipped unceremoniously a piece of dumplings and dip it in the sauce. I also take a bite at his stir-fried noodles.

"... And where is Peppa? I've never seen him?" I said munching. My chopsticks never stopped clipping. I basically eat more than him and I can’t stopped refilling my plate.

"In the room.. the lazy cat is still sleeping," he accused. Completely disregarding the fact that he spoiled it rotten.

"... Hm mmm. This tastes heavenly. Hmmm. Too good." I moaned in delight. "Sometimes, you should take your cat to breath some air. It's not good if it's always be lazy everyday" I mouthed in dissatisfaction.

"Thank you, I guess?" He joked. "I remember your word, I'll take him out sometimes."

He has a knack for cooking, I swear. Even I forgot that his identity is extraordinary. All in my eyes is the food he serves and eats, eats and eats.

I think my stomach will get used on his cooking, I will feel different once he moves away. I have to eat as much as I can so I will leave no regrets.

"There a park not far from here, you take Peppa for a walk or just let it meet some of it’s kind. Many people here have pets and they always made appointment in the park," I added and then focus on savouring the dishes in the table.

We ate much noisily this time. We talked from time to time. We finish eating much longer this time because its inconvenient to talk if the mouth is full and I have to pause sometimes to talk.