Chapter 55 - Dont judge a book by its cover (3) (1/2)
Ben and Jame eyed each other. There were a lot of things they shouldn't say out. So they would keep it to themselves the way they had kept it all these years. Like the saying, you couldn't judge a book by its cover. Stefan Mackenzie's cover would be quite scary but inside might not be like what people thought it would be.
”You two are his bodyguards. So you must protect him I understand. But I look at him differently than his own people.” Wirata said.
”If you wanna talk about me in my own home, you should wait until I go out first for the sake of manners!”
The harsh voice announced before the tall figure strode into the kitchen. Ben and James jumped a little and sent their boss sheepish smile.
Stefan was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of sport shorts. His face was soaking with sweat. He used a small towel to wipe it off. Summer was at his feet.
”Oh, er, wow! one hour already, boss.” James said out first since nobody responded to the boss.
”Yeah.” He answered with one word. His eyes were staring at the back of the chef who focused on stirring something on the stove and didn't bother to turn to greet him.
”You two go take a shower.” He said to Ben and James. They didn't hesitate to leave right on cue.
The smell of the food delivered the scent that reminded Stefan of his mother's home. The meaning of the word ”home” for Stefan, it must be warm and with the smell of cooking throughout the place like this. He smiled a little when thinking of his mother. It had been a while since his last visiting her. He would give her a call soon.
”Don't put too much chili. I don't like spicy food.”
He said when seeing her put something red into the pan. Stefan walked to stand behind the slender figure. Put his chin above her shoulder to look into the pan.
It contained colorful vegetables, green, red, yellow, orange. It looked very nice and smelled delicious.
”Do you know that chili is good for health?”
She turned to asked which made her cheek touched his tall nose as he intended to smell her skin to compare to the food which one was more edible.
”If it's too spicy it burns my tongue and I can't taste the food. When you can't taste the food, you don't enjoy it.”
He told her the reason. Wirata listened. It seemed like he had cooled down after spending one hour to burn his bad-tempered out in the fitness room.
”This is called vegetable stir-fried. It isn't too spicy but will give you only a little sweat on your nose.” She explained. Wirata thought she had to lecture him sometimes about the benefits of eating chili. This big tall man wasn't scared of a bullet, but moaning too much about chili which was nothing, compared to a bullet!
He was standing behind her like that until she finished cooking. Wirata turned the stove off.
”Okay. Everything is done. You can do the washing up.” The chef ordered. Stefan frowned immediately.
”What?! Why me?” He scowled, thinking she was messing up with him again, just like last night.
”Look! Everybody has to give hands and do something in the kitchen. Ben and James and me, we all helped to make all this nice food. And what about you? Have you done anything yet, huh?”
She asked with a scolded voice like talking to a child.
Stefan made a sullen face.
”Not yet!”
”Good answer! So you do the washing up. That's called FAIR, okay?”
Wirata said. Stefan knitted his eyebrows.
”I want to use the dishwasher this time. My hands are too big. I don't want to drop the plates.”
He said and continued to skew his face.
”No. You can't use the dishwasher just for only a few plates and bowls. It takes too long and wasting time. For the best use of the machine. You should do it when you have a lot for the load for the best value.”