Daddy’s Hot Sauce

I am sitting here at the bench of the parking lot, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive. After that incident with Mr. Winston, I felt like I have no chance of being a chef though it wasn’t my dream to be a chef, I am just doing this for my parents. I need to cope with all the mistakes that I had done to them and if I finish this short course, I am sure that they will feel happy.

I dial the number of my friend, Jane. I wanted to talk to her right now and rant all the thoughts in my head right now. I can’t tell to my boyfriend because he has a good instinct than mine, he knew it in advance and he never fails to give any advice to me on what to do in every difficult situation. He is like my father, a younger version of my father.

“Hey,” I said and smiled bitterly.

“What’s wrong, Emily?” my friend asked in a suspicious way.

I shake my head lightly and say. “I have a problem, Jane.” And eyes turn out to be watery this time.

I can’t understand why I am so affected by what Mr. Winston told me. Now, I understand the feeling of being a failure. All these years of being an excellent student in one of the prestigious Universities in the town. I graduated with the highest honors in the Business Management course. All the praises I’ve heard is useless at this point

“Emily? Hey, Where are you? I will fetch you right now.” my friend know me for many years and she’s worried about me.

“At Culinary School waiting for Matt,” I whisper while wiping off the tears flow on my cheeks.

“My gosh! fix yourself, Emily. You know if Matt finds out about that, he’ll get disappointed in you.”

Her voice was quite loud so I put away my phone from my ears. Then, as she lowers down her voice I put the phone back to my ears and take a deep breath to calm down myself.

“I know, Jane. What would I do? I don’t want them to get disappointed. Especially my mom.” I answered her while massaging the temples of my head.

I heave out a sigh and look around the parking lot.

“Tell me, What did Mr. Winston tell you that made you miserable today? Huh.”

There you go a typical Jane; a friend of mine who is willing to be on my side whenever rough times hit me. I sparingly smile and did not answer for a while as I am thinking about it.

“He told me to stop pursuing culinary.”

“Huh. That arrogant man. He can’t treat you like that…” my friend is on the high pitch of her tone.

I am wiping off my tears when someone touchmy waistline and hug me tightly from behind. I take a deep breath before I turn around.

Then without any word I cut the line with my friend as I am nervous when Matt show himself from behind. I’m quite afraid that he might hear our conversation.

“Love you, hon,” Matt said and kissed me on my red lips.

My eyes widen and look at him in the eyes. “Hon, you surprised me,” I tell him and pretend to be happy.

He look at me with a confusing face and hold my chin so he could lift my face slowly.

“Surprised? You know that I will fetch you here, right?” he said and hug me tight. “Your funny, hon.”

I hugged him back and smiled, but still bother by the man at the institute; Mr. Winston.

Matt hold my left hand like the way that we used to every time that we are outside.

Well, if you are asking me about him. He’s typical, I mean handsome man. A good body built which shown on his tight muscleson his arms that he loved to go to the gym. His eyes make him more look like a Turkish guy and his height is quite tall a five feet and eleven and a half inches. He got a fair complexion which I adore the most.

“Are you done scanning me, hon?” he ask and I suddenly feel ashame by secretly looking at him.

“You’re too ugly to look at, hon.” I always tell him like that, but in contrary, he’s handsome and way too smart than me.

Matt put his arm on my shoulder while holding my hand. We walk together like a normal couple that you see at the mall, the only difference now is most of the girls at the mall are looking at him.

“You’re the prettiest, hon.” He whisper on my ears while walking in the hallways of the mall.

“Look at that,” I pointed to a picture of the famous cloth brand in the metro. “That’s what you call pretty,” I tell him in contrary to what he said to me earlier.

“It’s their job to be beautiful unlike you you’re naturally beautiful.” He cup my face and said it sincerely.

“I love you, Matthew James, but let’s eat something first. My stomach is growling already.” I told him with a smile.

We walk a bit more to see our favorite restaurant. The place where we meet. It was three years already and we are close to celebrate our fourth anniversary two months from now.

“What do you want, hon?” he ask me while he was looking at the menu.

The waiter is handling his small notepad and he is being attentive on what Matthew will say. We are VIP customers here in this fine dine restaurant.

I didn’t check the menu besides I’m confident enough that they will serve delicious food.

“The usual,” I answered him and closed the menu. “By the way, hon are you going to stay here for good. I mean… I want to see you often.” I smile while looking at him.

“I’m not sure, hon. But Dad wants me to be in Palawan and deal with those business partners.. You know for expansion purposes.” He smile bitterly and look at the waiter and tell him the food that he want.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Alright, I hope you can finish that deal as soon as possible so I can spend more time with you,” I explain to him and wrap my hands on his arm and lean on it.

He holds on my hands and kissed them gently which Iike the most being with him is like a comfort for me.

We’ve been in this relationship for three years but this man never fail to surprise me and beats my heart as if it is always our first day in a relationship.

The waiter interrupt us by smiling at me and serve the food on the table so, I immediately pull back my hands and face the food on the table. I suddenly feel unease whenever we get intimate in public.

In the past few years that we’ve been in a relationship, he never let me feel to be jealous of something nor to someone, this is the reason why our relationship last for quite longer than my other relationships.