After hours of waiting, Dimi eventually come.
I am actually impressed when he rang the bell. I thought he wouldn’t make it at all.
“Gue kira lo lupa ada janji, Koh.”
“Shut up,” he growled.
“Shut up.” I mockingly copied him and he turned for a glance, looking annoyed.
He rushed to go inside with all the stuff he brought, doesn’t even bother to greet me the proper way.
l followed him to the kitchen as I closed the gate and he seemed busy preparing the food.
As far as I remembered, it must be dumplings he was about to make. But I don’t think we have enough time for that and I wonder what will he make.
“Bikin apa Koh?” I asked while approaching him near the stove.
“Alfredo,” he answered shortly still focusing on whatever he was doing. I offered him a hand but he doesn’t seem to buy it. So whatever.
I must declare this, men with pans and spatulas are extremely hot as fuck, I mean look at Dimi. He has been busy walking around my kitchen for 15 minutes doing this and that, slicing, stirring etc. Though looking a bit sweaty and all, he was looking just fine with his normal white polo shirt and dark blue jeans. His hair was a bit messy, he must’ve run his fingers through it.
Sweet Lord, what a sight to see in the afternoon.
“Lo bawa projector nya, Koh?” I asked to break the silence although I’ve already known the answer. No, he does not.
I highly doubt he even remembered that damn projector he promised.
“Fuck,” he growled with frustration tossing his spatula carelessly. “Sorry gue lupa, Zee.” he turned around facing me and smiled. He still be able to even stared into my eyes for a split second and shakes his head before continuing to cook.
See?
I’m not gonna deny the fact that Dimi has been giving me lots of impact by just his mere presence. Yet I’ve never seen him being affected by me, so I jumped to a conclusion that this whole thing was unrequited. But It’s fine, I can deal with it. It’s not like I expect so much from a man like him. I mean it’s pretty obvious and fair to assume that he does romance but he seems selective — extremely selective and I may or may not meet his qualifications.
At least this whole overthinking of mine are helping me create boundaries so I wouldn’t be so disappointed if things didn’t go as I imagined, or worse say anything nasty such as;
“After all we’ve been through? You just gonna ignore what happened between us?”
Yeah, something like that, more or less.
The embarrassment would haunt me to death. For God’s sake.
Dinners ready. Dimi successfully finished his meal within less than a half-hour without any of my contributions.
“Cobain,” he dragged a chair next to me and leaned on his hands about an inch from my face with a huge smile engraved on his face.
“Enak gak?”
“Sialan. Enak banget anjir, Koh!” I nodded excitedly.
“Bon appétit.”
