12.Let's cook

Zoya's POV

Renzo has been avoiding me for the past few days. I think he is regretting the kiss we shared but I surely am not regretting it(you can call me needy if you want ) because it was my first kiss and it felt amazing. By 5 pm I went downstairs. I saw the maids cleaning the kitchen and Renzo's mom was watching over them. I felt guilty for staying up in my room most of the time without helping my mother-in-law but you can't blame me because she had told me to leave all the things under her control. 

I went over to her. " Mom can I cook today please" I whined like a baby. " Wow from where did you suddenly get this thought" she exclaimed. "Nothing. Just thought that I could cook for everyone." I say. "Ok. What materials would you require to cook the food? Do you want the maid's help." she started bombarding me with questions. " No I don't want the help of the maids and here is the list of the items I need". I say giving her a list. "Oh.. you have come prepared, you are a bit naughty aren't you. But you present yourself to be very innocent," she says with a small smile. I just smile shyly at her.

After few minutes

The servant enters the house with the items on the list. I go to the kitchen and start cooking. I was making a few dishes that my mom taught me. While cooking I just hum a few songs to make time fly and to not feel tired.

After an Hour

I completed cooking and went to my room to take a bath. After taking a bath I went to the kitchen and arranged the dishes on plates. It looked and smelled good. I hope that they like it. I have only cooked for my parents and my father would always be like " Bahut achchha beta. Khanna achchha hai"(Very good child, the food tastes good) and my mom would be like "Konjum uppu venumnu nenaikiren" (I think it needs a bit of salt). She is always like that because she wants me to be a better version of myself. I miss them. Thinking about them, I make the table, place the dishes on the table and ask a maid to call everyone for dinner. They all come down for dinner. I pulled Mom to a side and asked her to not tell anyone that I cooked the food. She too agreed. They all sat down and their eyes showed a sense of happiness on seeing the food in front of them.

They all start eating. Soon the room was filled with sounds of pleasure on eating the food. I left out the breath that I was holding. I am happy that they liked the food. As  I got involved in my world, I felt a hand brush against mine. I turned to look at a grinning Renzo. In case you forgot I am supposed to sit beside him at the dining table. He came near me and said " The food is really tasty. Those hands of yours are talented. I would like to see what else they are good at."  I look at him with an open mouth. Let's leave the second part where he wants to see what my hands are good at and come to the first part how in the world did he know that I cooked the food? Mom would not have told him maybe as the dishes are new he would have thought that I cooked them.  Just stop overthinking...I tell myself and start eating.