Anjola
"I'm sorry. I can't." I protested, dropping the bunch of plantains into the freezer.
"Why?" Diablo asked, sending a shiver through me.
I turned to face him. Why did he have to be everywhere at the wrong time?
"Why?" He asked again after a long second.
"I don't owe you an explanation."
"You are my wife. I think you do."
How badly I wanted him to swallow those words. He was really pushing his luck.
"Well, If you must know, I don't know how to cook."
He approached me with that intense darkness in his eyes again. This was going to be another hard one. I couldn't handle being taunted. He stopped when he was close enough to my face...too close actually.
"Well that is a contradiction Anjy. I remember clearly how good you were cooking those dishes back then." He whispered.
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