Thigr: His Kitchen Moves

Thgir and I have been married for three years after going steady for only 3 months. I don't really know what he saw in me that he asked my hand for marriage after that short while. Sure, we both enjoy each other's company. We share the same opinion about each other: mutual respect, reciprocal admiration and understanding. I guess that's it. That's all he was looking for in a wife. Probably.

Just like other couples, we don't always agree on things. In fact, we argue a lot. Funny, we can never get angry at each other for too long. Everything's settled when we both have our meals together. It would start with a glance to each other and then smiles, and then phrases like, 'Hey,you.' Or, 'I'm tired. Of arguing.' And then, we both would laugh.

Yes, the kitchen is always a good place to start igniting the warmth. I always love his moves when cooking. The way his hands reach for the salt container at the top of the shelf. How his eyebrows would 'unite' and create several horizontally straight lines in the middle when he's tasting the food he cooks. Or how he chops the veggies and looks away from the knives, making me scream with worries. His cooking? Hmm, not sophisticated at all. Not the fine dining type. Fried rice and sour fish soup are his specialty. To me, no chef could beat his cooking. I can never get tired to be in the kitchen when he's around. But then again, anywhere is cool. As long as he's around.