In The Wilderness

Chapter 8: The Oil

Savannah

Wala akong ibang nagawa kung hindi tigalgal na mapaupo sa dinner table. Ayokong pumunta sa living room dahil naroon si Dog. I am still teriffied of him, even though so far, he hasn't bit me. Hindi nagtagal ay walang imik na lumabas sa kwarto si Silas. I toyed with my fingers because I refused to look at him.

"What do you want for lunch?" His voice grumbled from the corner kitchen.

"Kahit ano." I replied while nervously fiddling with my fingers.

"Okay. I'm going to make you Gyros." He said, as I heard him take out the pans from the cabinet under the sink.

Hindi na ako umimik pa. Thankfully, he didn't say anything after that. He just silently started taking out stuff from the solar-powered fridge. Sa mga sumunod na minuto ay narinig ko ang pagtama ng kutsilyo sa cutting board at ang pagsabog ng mga amoy ng lemon, chopped garlics, cucumber, and forest herbs.

Those ingredients are familiar. I am pretty sure he's making the sauce for Gyros.

Now, I can hear him mixing something in the wooden bowl. From my peripheral vision, nakita kong tumitigil siya sa paghalo noon. He then dipped his large finger on the sauce and brough it to his mouth, like he's a professional chef checking if the taste is alright.

It should be an innocent gesture because it is!

But unfortunately, my brain, who I don't know anymore, just saw what he did in a...dirty way.

"Kalós." He whispered.

When he glanced at me, my cheeks heated up and my back straightened. Hindi ko pa rin siya magawang tingnan.

"Savannah." He called me using his accented tone.

Napalunok ako, bago ako lumingon. I fixed my gaze on his face, instead of his bare tattoos.

"Yeah?"

"This is Tzatziki." He said, at itinuro ang bowl niyang hawak.

He took a wooden spoon from the drawer and dipped it in the wooden bowl. He then walked towards me and put the spoon before my mouth.

"Try. It's good."

The smell was sooo inviting, and so without thinking so much, I opened my mouth. I enclosed my lips around the spoon while looking at him.

"Good?" He asked after he pulled the spoon away. Delicious cream and light sourness spread on my palette.

Shet, masarap nga.

"U-Uh, y-yeah."

"Want more?"

I shook my head.

"N-No."

Why am I stuttering, and why do I feel freaking hot?!

He just nodded and went back to the corner kitchen. After he gently toss the spoon in the sink and put the bowl of sauce to the side. He took out glass jars from the wall cabinet, na kasing tangkad niya. He placed the jars with white powder that looks like flour, and other ingredients for dough-making.

I may not be a good cook, but Kat does, so that's why I know.

Silently, nagpatuloy ako sa pagtitig sa kanya. He took out another bowl and toss in different powder and liquid. He mixed it, hanggang sa ini-dump niya ang kakabuo lang na dough sa malinis na ibabaw ng kitchen counter.

Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako biglang napalunok nang magsimula niyang masahin iyon gamit ang kanyang malalaking mga kamay. Maybe, it has something to do with how the muscles in his massive arms flex everytime he kneads the dough.