His Memories of Her

36th

Smiling right now while watching, seeing such a sight was the best thing that happened today, well so far since it is not yet over.

I feel like I am in one of the best private viewing of an art gallery. Sitting comfortably with a glass of wine in my hand while watching such a master piece. A perfect man in such a perfect place doing the most perfect thing for me, cooking. Since I am a girl who I hate to admit but still I will, a spoiled brat. Well, there is no one to blame but my brother that I only know six dishes to cook. But right now, I do not want to talk about that.

All I want to say is that the man in front of me who is wearing a plain gray apron on his plain with shirt which I just find a nuisance as they are just blocking the sight that I did not know a time would come when I will be wanting to see it, a naked body of a perfectly fit man. So, having no choice, I could not help but to just study whatever my eyes could so I am currently watching Henry who is busy to cook with his full attention and focus are all towards the pan where he just put the pasta in the sea of slightly dark green of sauce, pesto that he made himself, everything is made of his bare hands.

“Why do not we start? You can just ask me of what you want to know the most.” He said that interrupted my scanning and engraving of his round green eyes, perfectly lined eyebrows, long thin eye lashes, pointed nose, pink lips that beats mine without lip shiner and his sharp jaws. When he finally turn off the stove after a few minutes of mixing and mixing until the pesto sauce has been distributed evenly in each and every fiber of spaghetti.

“Is it OK?” I said shifting my gaze as it automatically followed him when he went to get us plates.

“Of course.” He said coming back with two pasta plate on his hands and he’ll yeah, even though it is a plain white plate, still looks stylish.

“Then, let’s start from our first meeting.” I said taking the remaining champagne in my glass into one gulp, thinking to refill mine and his which he finished earlier than mine.

“Meeting, that is something I would never forget.” He said, starting our deal while he prepares the plate, putting one of a fork like for pasta which I do not really know the name since I always use tongs whenever I am eating this kind of pasta.

“Why?” I said looking at how delicate he does our plate, delicate enough to make you feel like you are eating in some five star restaurants at how perfectly the are done.

“Well because the day I met was the day I also met your brother.” He said as he carefully put some basil leaves on top of the pasta completing which is I guess the plating.

“Why?” I said curiously in both the reason of what we are talking about and as to why he still does not serve the plates.

“Well I was happy at first to met you then…” he said cutting off himself as he went to get forks for the both of us. “Your brother came out of your door glaring at us, me and Michael. Watching us like hawks.” He added, continuing as put the forks at the side carefully not to damage the setting of the past on the plate and walk beside me where he stood for a moment to imitate my brother that time.

I could not help but to laugh as to how funny he looks like. He tried so hard, I could tell but it is impossible for him since they have different aura. My brother whose strictness and sternness is what all about him while Henry is just confident and easy going which is great and aside from these two, everything about them are the same.

He came over and sits beside as he puts down the table napkins and me refilling our glasses.

“And since that day, every morning as he knows that we three would be going to school together, he would always let you go out first and would let us walk a few steps before he would go out himself and would look at us from behind. I still remember how frightening I felt as I feel his gaze piercing through my bones.” He said after we both taking our first fork full of swirled spaghetti.

“Do I know any of that? And that is a creepy thing to do even though he is my brother.” I said as I could not help feeling creep out by my own brother’s doing but still laughing as Henry’s expression is filling too much for my imagination.

“I am not sure if you knew about that but since his gaze is just directly towards me, I guess he is not really looking at you.” He said.

I found myself listening and imagining all the things that are coming out from his mouth while I savor his pasta pesto that I feel like any minute I could die because I have tasted my last supper on how amazingly it taste.

“I would never be able to tell until my memories are still missing even so, this is the first time I have tasted this pasta.” I said busy chewing what is in my mouth though I am covering it while talking.

“First time? You have never eaten one in the past?” he exclaimed looking at me with full shock.

“I have, one time but did not like it so I never really eaten one. I was traumatized.” I said.

He stare at with the same expression and said “Why are you eating mine?”

“Well, I have watched you enough and had been drooling by the aroma it gives.” I said in slightly teasing tone.

“Is that so? I was afraid you would not eat it. I have studied how to make it for years since I was there.” He said with somehow solemn tone and take his last drop of champagne in his glass.

“Where were you?” I said hearing something off to me by what he said.

He looks at me with a sad smile and said “I was there the first time you ate one that taste that could not be define with even the worst adjective you could use.”

I look at him, stared at him as he looks into the empty space, zoning off like he is thinking about something that deep inside my heart, I could already guess what. I feel pain of sorry, sorry that I could remember the worst that happened to me with him but I could not fully recall that he was there.

“I could not really remembered how it happened, it is just that whenever I see one, I would always feel my stomach turning upside down and selfishly convince myself that the reason was because I had something bad happened with it as I could not really recall.” I said before sipping my also last drop of champagne in my glass.

“And right now, I feel like I want to at least hear everything about it and let my imagination run it in my mind.” I added gazing sideways to him feeling like he would cheer up from what I just said which is not really wrong as I see a small smile plastering on his face, curving those thing lips.