Chapter 2 The Cooking

Chapter 2

When we got back to the house, we had a short talk while walking to the living room.

"Sir Asher, would you like to rest?" Rafael asked, glancing at me with concern.

"Maybe so. I'm a little tired too," I replied while laughing a little, showing gratitude for his care.

"Come on, rest here first," he said while pointing to the sofa in front of the TV.

I nodded at his offer and sat on the sofa, watching him walk away.

While I was resting, I noticed that Rafael was busy in the kitchen, maybe he was cooking lunch.

"Rafael, how's the cooking going?" I asked from the living room.

"It's okay, Sir. Soon," he answered from the kitchen.

"I'm going to be haunted by this hunger!" I joked to him, making our small talk laugh.

He looked up from the kitchen and smiled, "Just wait, Sir. Just a moment."

I couldn't help but smile at Rafael's hidden mischievousness.

"Rafael, thanks again for everything. I don't know how I'd do it without you," I said while taking off my shoes.

"That's really okay, Sir. When something is important to you, you'll do anything for it," he replied as he approached me, carrying a plate of food.

I smiled at what he said and at his care. Every moment I spend with Rafael, I feel more and more happy and comfortable in the new world we are building. I didn't think that I was just a simple driver then, but now I have sympathy.

"Here's the food, Sir. I hope you like it," he said as he handed me a plate of food.

I thanked him and started eating what he prepared to cook. This simple dinner gave me a strange sense of satisfaction and comfort.

"I don't know how to thank you enough, Rafael," I said while eating. I don't know how many thanks I have already mentioned to him. As long as I don't get bored, because I'm really grateful for Rafael coming into my life.

"You don't need words, Sir. The important thing is, I'm just here for you," he answered while smiling.

Our dinner continued full of laughter and conversation, only now did Rafael's stupidity and mischievousness come out.

After we ate, we cleaned up the food and decided to rest in the living room. I tried to read a book while Rafael watched TV.

"As I was reading this, I thought, Rafael," I began, drawing his attention.

"What is it, Sir?" he asked, showing his interest.

"I just realized how important it is for you to help me during these times. I am truly grateful to you," I stated gratefully.

Rafael and I smiled, "No, sir. This is for you. As a colleague and friend, I'm here for you. But it's just a request, sir? Can you stop thanking me? It's enough because I'm.."

We both laughed at the same time.

In the end, through our conversations and laughter, I feel the importance of having someone like Rafael in my life. He is the one who gives me strength and inspiration in every step I take towards the future.

And as the night gradually deepened and was replaced by the silence of the night, there was a thought full of gratitude and hope for new opportunities to come.

When morning came, I woke up to the faint light coming from the window. Turns out I went to sleep at noon.

So I immediately went downstairs, I saw Rafael busy in the kitchen, probably cooking for breakfast again.

"Is my master still asleep?" he asked jokingly as he approached me.

I smiled and replied, "Yes, quite a bit. I'm sorry and I didn't realize the time."

"Don't worry, Sir. I know you were tired yesterday," he said while busy preparing food.

I frowned, "Don't you also need to rest? It's early in the morning, you're preparing food for me again."

She laughed, "I will never tire of you, Sir. And I will not stop taking care of you until you are fully recovered."

I was impressed by his dedication and concern. I never thought I would find someone like him who was willing to give me full support and care.

"Are you really not going to get tired?" I asked him again, full of prejudice.

"No matter how hard it is, Sir, I will not tire. This is my promise to you," he answered with determination.

I frowned, I couldn't believe his dedication to taking care of me. Every moment I spend with him, my appreciation for him deepens.

"Rafael, thank you for everything. Thank you for being with me every step of my journey," I said with thanks.

He smiled, "Nothing, Sir. For you, I'm ready to do everything. And one more thing, didn't I tell you not to thank me?"

I patted his shoulder.

"Yes, master.."

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.

"How is my son?" a somewhat elderly man immediately asked.

"Right now, sir, he is fine. But there is no certainty when he will wake up," the doctor answered him. He nodded and immediately thanked the doctor.

He approached his son, Diego, who was sleeping peacefully while many devices were inserted into his body.

"Son, how are you? Do you know, your mommy and I miss you so much. We never left you, we're always here by your side. Just keep fighting, son. You'll get up too. We love you so much ," he softly and creatively whispered in his son's ear.

Despite the silence of the room, he seemed to hear a faint shake from his son. He smiled, his heart full of hope.

"Diego, I know that you are strong. You can do it, son. You don't have to be alone. We are here, always. We will continue to believe that you will also rise. We will always pray for you," he added, full of love for his voice

Although the shaking did not continue, her son seemed to balance on her hand, a brief sign that hope was still alive.

He couldn't have imagined that it would all lead to this. Even Asher's family had no idea this was going to happen. To this day, they are still shocked by Asher's sudden running at their wedding. No matter what they do, they can't really find a reason.

From the very beginning he knew, even though he and Asher were just children, he could feel that they loved each other very much. So when Diego confessed that he loved Asher, he had no objection to it. But he still supported it.

He looked at another rather old man who came inside.

"How is Diego?" Asher's father asked with concern.

Asher's father approached Diego's father and told him.

"I'm the one apologizing for what my son did," he said sadly while looking at Diego with a scarred face.

"All I want to know is why your son did that to my son. My son almost died, and there is no certainty when he will wake up."

The old man took a deep breath.

"One day, Anastasia was caught on CCTV camera, entering Asher's room, with two unknown men. However, their conversation was not heard. I have a strong hunch that Anastasia had something to do with everything that happened ," Asher's father began.

"Where is Anastasia now?"

"He hasn't been seen in a week."

He sighed heavily.

"Do you have any news, Asher?" he asked. He saw the sudden sadness on Asher's father's face.

"We've done everything. But we still haven't heard from him..."

The fathers looked at each other skeptically, before Diego's father spoke with concern in his voice.

"You know, I can't stop worrying about the condition of our children. I can't even imagine that our situation will be like this," he whispered, while suppressing the trembling of his hands.

"You're right. It's all like a nightmare. I don't know how we're going to deal with the next events," Asher's father answered, with sadness in his eyes.

They can't fully imagine how it all happened, and what the consequences could be for their loved ones. With each passing moment, their worry and anxiety seemed to deepen.

ASHER'S P.O.V.

5 YEARS LATER:

On a clear morning, while I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, suddenly Liam, my very funny son, came.

"Dad, what's that?" Liam asked, pointing to the food in the pan I was focusing on.

I put down the pan and smiled at him. "It's called scrambled eggs, son. Would you like to try it?"

Liam nodded loudly. "Yes, Papa! I really like that!"

I turned off the stove and transferred the cooked scrambled eggs to a plate. I handed it to Liam and we both sat down at the dining table.

"Dad, why is there an egg inside?" Liam asked, seeming to have a deep interest in food.

"You're right, son. Scrambled eggs are made of eggs that have been beaten and mixed with milk and a few spices. It's good to eat with bread or rice," I explained to him.

Liam looked at the plate and smiled. "It's delicious, Papa! I want it again!"

I smiled at his reaction. "Alright, Liam. You, what do you want me to cook for dinner later?"

Liam thought for a moment before answering. "I want spaghetti, Papa! And ice cream!"

I laughed at his answer. "Really? I'm sure you'll be happy later. I'll cook that for you, son."

After we had breakfast, we worked together to clean the dishes before continuing with our tasks for the day. With every moment we spend together, I feel more and more the joy and satisfaction that comes with being a father.

To Be Continued...