Chapter 162 - Because I love you (1) (1/2)
When Wirata and Stefan had finished showering, they came out and went back to the kitchen. They were sneaking at the door. Stefan saw his mother stirring vegetables in the pan. The aroma spread throughout the room. His father was stood leaning on the counter behind her and watching.
Wirata did not hear any dialogue between Stefan's father and mother. The used dirty equipment and pots and bowls sat on the counter had not been washed yet. Wirata was thinking quickly then she pulled Stefan's arm back to the living room.
”What is it? Or do you want another round? I don't mind that. Let's get back to the bedroom.”
The lustful man said with sparkling eyes, only thought of hot stuff under the belly button!
”No, don't be silly. Listen to me carefully.”
Wirata whispered and looked back to the kitchen direction. Making Stefan shut up and follow her eyesight.
”I am always listening. Just tell me.”
Stefan whispered back, took the opportunity to hug her from behind and put his chin on her shoulder, his ears were up ready to listen.
”Your mother and father are about to divorce. Your father doesn't want a divorce. It's your mother who wanted it.”
Wirata said in a low voice. Stefan immediately frowned.
”What? ... divorce?! I absolutely do not agree with that. They seem okay all these years. Why do they bother about just a piece of paper? Or they just don't care about their children that it is not OKAY.”
He said with a furious voice and unpleased expression like a teenager who was going to protest his parents when he heard they were going to divorce.
”If you don't want them to divorce then you have to help your father.”
”How?”
He asked right away as he always trusted her smart brain.
”Help him to reconcile with your mother. You are a clever man. You can find the way.”
She praised him and turned to give him a kiss on his chin.
”I only know when I have to plan for myself but I am not sure about others. But since you think I am capable of getting them back together again. I will try.”
Stefan said. Wirata smiled in admiration of the man who was her everything.
”Great! Go ahead and give your best shot.”
Wirata pushed the big man back to the kitchen.
”Hold on. Will you give me some ideas. I know you have plenty.”
He said in a whispered tone as he still did not know how and where to start.
”Make your father looks good in your mother's eyes.”
She suggested. Stefan smiled.
”That's easy. He's always looking good.”
”I don't mean outer looks. I mean to give him to do something that will WOW your mother.”
The soft voice said. Wirata looked at his handsome face when he was in a thinking mode. She smiled and reached to gently pat on his cheeks. She was so fond of him when he made a face like this...really thinking hard and his dark eyebrowed knitted together.
”For a man, sometimes doing things to impress a woman doesn't have to be expensive gifts and presents. But to give her a hand and help her whatever you can. I like it when you help me in the kitchen rather than buying me flowers.”
Stefan listened and smiled, pulled her to cuddle.
”You like that I'm good at washing dishes, right? Now I can do both, with hands and with the dishwasher. Soon I will cook for you as well. ”
The dashing voice said happily that he was able to impress her. And he also wanted to do better. Wirata gave the man a sweet smile.
”And don't forget that I like a lot of onions in my food.”
She teased him as she knew how much he hated to peel onions.
”But you also like tomatoes, right?”
Tomatoes were a lot easier to handle. Wirata laughed out loud to see him trying to convince her.
”Yes, if you say so. Let's go help your father. Show him some skills you have learned in the kitchen. I am sure your mother will be impressed as I am very impressed with you.”
Wirata encouraged the big man who was smiling broadly.
”Okay, understood. I don't want to have divorced parents. Just they separated from each other it is hard to bear. ”
”If so, let's go help them to get back together.”
Wirata grabbed his arm and they walked back to the kitchen. She wanted to know how he would handle it.
”Wow! smell like heaven in here, mother.”
Stefan said and walked towards his mother, who was using the spatula stirring in the pan. He kissed on her cheek. Wirata went to arrange the table to get it ready.
”Wow! It looks yummy, mom. I always love your cooking. Right, dad?”