A very loud cracking noise and the splatter of liquid sounded in the kitchen followed by a barrage of swearing. I giggled.
"Shig? Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, I`m fine." he replied. He sounded very flustered.
"Would you like some help?" I asked.
"No." he shouted back sharply. "It`s fine. I can do it myself." It was Valentine's Day and despite it being his birthday, Shig was adamant that he was going to cook me a romantic meal. He wouldn't tell me what it was he making. When I got home from work today he met me at the door, kissed me on the cheek and shuffled into the dining room. On the table was a bowl of water with little candles floating in it and a vase of flowers accompanying it. It was very romantic. My day dream was interrupted by a loud smash.
"Fucking bowl!" he screamed. I laughed. Everything was funnier without context. Did he drop it or did he throw it? The world will never know. The door to the kitchen opened and Shig came in holding two bowls and looking very very stressed. He had red smudges on his face and he was sweating profusely. His shirt was also badly stained by something. He placed the two bowls on the table, closed the door to the kitchen and sat down. He wiped his forehead with a flannel and smiled.
"Bon appetite." he said. I smiled back at him and looked down at my meal. My smile instantly vanished. Strange lumps of…something…were floating in a sea of red liquid. The broth bubbled.
"What is it?" I asked politely, trying to hide my disgust.
"Spicy tomato and chicken soup." he said, smiling. "It`s a family recipe." Spicy? Oh dear. I hate spicy food. Didn't he know that? Did I not tell him? Surely I must`ve. We`d been dating for 5 years know and he`s known me for even longer. Surely it must`ve come up on conversation. He dug in and ate a spoon full.
"It`s delicious." he said with a nostalgic look on his face. "Just like gran used to make it." I hadn't even picked up my spoon. He noticed this? "You alright?"
"Yes. Yes." I said quickly and picked up my spoon. I picked up some of the soup and put the spoon in my mouth. I had to stop myself from gagging. It was like ninety percent garlic.
"You like it?" he asked, his voice full of hope.
"Hmmmm." I replied, forcing a smile.
"Great. We can have it-" He was interrupted by the smoke alarm. "Fuck." He got up and left the room. I didn't have long. I had to get rid of this putrid thing. I picked up bowl up and spooned three quarters of it into his bowl. The smoke alarm stopped. I placed my bowl back in its place and sat back and rubbed my stomach as he walked in. He sat down at looked at his bowl and then mine, and then back at his. He smiled.
"Well Mayu, seems you really enjoyed it." he said. He started to get up. "There`s some more if you-"
"No!" I shouted. His eyes opened wide, shocked. He sat back down. I coughed to clear my throat.
"No." I said again in my normal quiet voice. "We need to save room for dessert." He looked down in disappointment as he continued to eat his soup.
"I don't think we`ll be able to do that." he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"The dessert…" he replied.
"What about it?"
"It exploded." he answered. I burst out laughing. Only Shig. Only my shig, who is so good at everything else could manage to blow up a cake.
"Oh Shig." I said, placing a hand over his and looking him in the eye. "I love you so much." He blushed.
"I love you too Mayu." he said smiling. His face suddenly went serious for a moment. "But what are we going to do for dessert?" I thought for a moment but then suddenly had the perfect idea. I smiled and started to make little circles with my finger on his hand.
"You got any whipped cream in there?" I asked, seductively. He blushes and gulped.
"Y-yeah…" he replied. I leant forward and whispered in his ear.
"Go get it." He nodded and got up.
"Shig."
"Yeah?" he asked, stood in the doorway.
"You can get rid of that stained shirt as well. You won`t be needing it."
A/N: Oh la la. Pretty sure the soup isn't the only thing that`s going to be hot and spicy. Winky face. Anyway, if you enjoyed please leave a review. I do greatly appreciate them. Thank you very much for reading. Goodnight.