Mirages
Dibran
Mira stretched out her hand, and handed over a bottle of mushroom broth requested by Lingga.
"If you need a spice, just look at the top," said Mira who then went to the living room.
He chose to avoid the Linga, and watched television shows.
About ten minutes later, as the smell of chicken soup billowed from the kitchen, Mira turned off her TV and walked towards the dining table.
"Is it ready?" asked Mira who was sitting, with both arms resting on the table, and propped her cheeks while looking towards the Linga.
"It has. Could you please get me a bowl and a spoon?" ask Lingga while carrying a pot with her homemade soup to the dining table.
Mira walked up to the cupboard under the kitchen, and picked up two bowls, a spoon and a fork. Not to forget, he also took two ceramic mugs.
Mira arranged it for Linga as well as for herself. Not to forget, he poured water from the dispenser into each mug, and then sat back in place.
The phallus had cooked chicken soup and also rolled omelet as a complement to their breakfast ahead of their lunch.
The man poured the soup, and took the chicken thigh piece into Mira's bowl, and into her bowl.
"Let's eat," asked Lingga.
Mira then scoops a little broth from the soup.
"Ehm .. delicious. You are good at cooking as well as it turns out," said Mira praised the kitchen skills of Lingga.
"I'm used to living alone. So, of course, you must be able to cook," replied Lingga a little bragging.
"Ck! Pride is crumpled," murmured Mira.
The phallus does not chim in, but only smiles faintly when he hears it. He and Mira ate quietly, without any more conversation.
He does not want to ruin his moment of happiness, with silly questions about his past, which will only make Mira emotional and increasingly away from him.
While in the middle of the meal, there was a ringing sound from the Lingga mobile phone, which was on the dining table.
"Hello, Nick! What's up?" tanyakanya.
While Lingga was talking to Nicholas from a phone call, Mira secretly stole a glance at him. He noticed how the man was talking to the personal assistant.
"alright. I'll be there in half an hour" said Lingga who then closed the call.
He then went back to eating his own chicken soup.
"Eat all. If there's any leftovers, you can reheat them later. I need to get to the office. There are important things that need to be taken care of" Lingga told Mira, who was still stirring the soup in front of him.
"What do I care" said Mira digin.
Linga again can only be patient to face the nature of Mira like an iceberg. Too loud and too proud.
After finishing the soup, Lingga put his dirty dishes in the washtafle, while washing his hands.
"I'm not taking you to lunch. But later tonight, I'll invite you to eat together outside" Lingga said as he walked towards Mira.
"Well at home, well" exclaimed the man as he gently rubbed the top of Mira's head, and kissed her at a glance, making the woman feel a strange thump.
Mira stopped the movement of her hand that kept stirring her food and turned to look towards the Lingga that was walking towards the exit, with a gaze that was difficult to decipher.
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