The Winter Man
#52
Yura came down the stairs when she heard the bell ringing. When he opened the door he found Summer standing outside.
"Loh, Summer."
"Yura ..."
"Search for Winter?"
"Yes. He's there, right?" Summer asked back.
"It's only been ten minutes going to the airport, going out of town she said."
"really?"
Yura nodded.
"Keep, who are you in the mansion with?"
"Servant," Yura said. "There are a lot of waiters too. Oris also said stay here. Maybe it's on the road."
Summer nodded. "Then I'm your friend until Oris comes."
"Can. Come on in," Yura said with a smile.
Summer breezed into the mansion, she sat on the sofa.
"I'll make you a drink first ..." Yura was about to walk into the kitchen.
"No need for Yura. I'm not a guest, you're a freak" Summer said with a soft chuckle.
Yura scratched her head. "Hehe ..." then the girl sat down in front of Summer.
"Have you had dinner?" ask Summer.
"Before Winter left."
"Huh, when I want to cook something for you ..."
"What cooking?" yura asked as she picked up the pillow and kept it over her thigh.
"Fried rice. But it's a special fried rice, the recipe is hereditary from Ataric De Willson to Summer Louis De willson" Summer said proudly.
"Oh yeah? I wonder what the difference is."
"Would you like to try?"
Yura nodded quickly making Summer smile. "Okay, we cook now ..."
Summer went to the kitchen, Yura followed her from behind.
"Summer I helped ya ..."
Summer turned around and gave her thumbs up.
In the kitchen they take the ingredients out of the refrigerator.
"No cucumbers?" ask Yura.
"Wear dong, tomatoes also to be more beautiful on the plate later," said Summer.
"God ..."
"You cut cucumbers just like tomatoes."
"Ready boss!" Yura raised her hand respectfully making Summer laugh while shuffling the girl's hair. Yura laughed too.
They cook jokingly with each other, Yura unceasingly laughs as she learns to cook fried rice with Summer.
"Summer you're good at cooking it .." said Yura saw Summer stirring the rice in the frying pan, the aroma of fried rice made was already fragrant, making Yura hungry again when she had eaten.
"Of course, the man in the De Willson family can definitely cook, Yura." Summer said proudly.
"But Winter is not," Yura said.
"Because he'd rather stay in his room and read a book than learn to cook with my Daddy ..."
"Oh so ..." Yura nodded.
"Take the plate," pinta Summer.
Yura takes the plate and gives it to Summer. Summer scooped the fried rice from the pan to the plate, then brought the plate to the table.
"It's your turn to be ornamental ..."
With the spirit of Yura arranged cucumbers, tomatoes and some other vegetables in the fried rice. Summer took two spoons.
"Eum, okay ..."
They were sitting at the dining table, Summer was sitting beside Yura.
"Try me first" said Summer.
"God ..." Yura scooped her first fried rice, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.
Summer stared meaningfully at the girl beside her with a smile. Her feelings were always different when near Yura, she felt like Letta was the one beside her now.
Then Yura stopped chewing and turned her head towards Summer.
"How's it?" one of Summer's eyebrows shot up.
Yura immediately nodded quickly with a smile. "Eummm this is so good .. You're great Summer."
Summer smiled, the man ate his fried rice.
"Jeez Yura is patient ..." Summer shook her head seeing Yura continue to put fried rice into her mouth even though the previous one had not been swallowed. Yura looks greedy.
Yura just smiled as she chewed the fried rice. Summer poured the water into the glass then gave it to Yura.
"Here, drink first ..."
After the fried rice in her mouth was swallowed up, Yura grabbed a glass of water and immediately drank it.
"Yura, if you want. I can cook good fish. You must like it."
"really?" Yura's eyes sparkled with pleasure. Summer nodded.
"You know, I love fish. I used to eat grilled fish on the beach --- Eh."
Yura was silent. Again the sentence came out just like that when Yura felt she had never eaten grilled fish on the beach with her parents.
"Why Yura?"
"Yura ..." Summer held onto the girl's shoulder when she saw Yura instead silently daydreaming.
Yura scratched her head. "I'm confused ..."
"Why?"
"Why do I always say I've eaten grilled fish by the beach, yeah, the feeling I never ate fish by the beach with Daddy and Mommy ..."
Summer raised one eyebrow. It's a chance for Summer to pry into the girl's past. He knew Letta lived near the beach, the girl always ate with her mother on the rocks on the beach.
"Let's remember Yura again, maybe you've eaten but forgot."
Yura tried to remember but the memories of her eating with Benjamin and Bayuni by the beach did not appear at all.
Yura looked at Summer then shook her head. Summer breathed out.
"Eum, what about the necklace I gave you, do you remember anything when you saw the necklace?"
"Necklace?"
Summer nodded.
"I don't remember anything about necklaces either, why do you always tell me to remember about them, doesn't they belong to your little friend, Summer?"
"Yura I-iya. It's my little friend, forget it. Eat more of his fried rice ..."
Yura nodded taking back the spoon while staring at Summer's astonishment. Yura did not understand Summer's attitude.
When he was eating fried rice, his phone rang long. Video call from Winter. Yura immediately raised it.
"Hi ..."
"Eat what?" winter asked when she saw Yura chewing.
"Fried rice," Yura said and returned to scooping the fried rice.
"Who did it?" ask Winter.
"More ..." Yura pointed the phone towards Summer.
Winter rounded her eyes, Summer pulled the tip of her lips smiling as she waved her hand.
"Hi, bro ..."
The call was immediately turned off, Winter who had just arrived at the airport immediately ran back to his car to go home to the mansion.
Seriate