It's the weekend again. A free busy day. My weekends aren't hundred percent mine. I don't think I own any part of it. Either I have an errand to run for Aaron or my crazy Mexican friend, Carlos, decides to have besties day at the end of the week. Unfortunately for me, I have to do both today.
"Where are we going today mi amor."
Carlos asked from my kitchen in a singsong voice. He has been in the kitchen since he arrived at my place early this morning with several bags of groceries. Trust Carlos when it comes to making dishes and creating different recipes of Mexican foods and any food he likes eating. I haven't seen a food he hates in our ten years of friendship. He should be a chef.
"Nowhere Carl…I have work to do."
I grumbled. My attention was on my laptop but my nose was in the kitchen with Carlos. Damn, my house smells so good and I'm starving.
"I won't take that from you busybody. I don't mean to say you are nosy. What I'm saying is you are a busy-body. You get what I'm saying?"
Carlos spelled out, spilling hot oil on himself. He shouted in pain but I laughed at his foolishness.
"Stop laughing like an old hag bitch."
I laughed harder when he said that. He was pained and I love laughing at his misery because he usually goes haywire whenever I'm in a bad situation. Don't get me wrong, Carlos is a great friend and I love him but before comforting anyone, Carlos makes sure he has a good laugh. He never misses the opportunity but he is the best comforter a girl can have. Lucky me.
"What are you cooking in my kitchen Carl. My nose isn't cooperating with me anymore and I'm starving."
I complained like a starved child, leaving the sitting room to join him in the kitchen. I need to see what smells so nice.
"Tamales and jicama slaw mi amor. I'm almost done but you can have the chicken Tacos first. Munch on them while I finish this."
Carlos said. He was concentrating this time, probably to avoid spilling any other hot food on himself. I sniffed the kitchen air and my brain could only pick out yummy smells.
"Oh my… why are you cooking so much Mexican food? I'm not complaining though because you make me love everything you cook but why?"
I asked him, moving closer to have a better look. This looks delicious.
"Anything to celebrate my bestie's promotion. Don't you know what it means to be a company's director? My girl did way too well."
Carlos said, praising me like I won the best and most valuable award in the world. He sounds so proud of me and he refused to acknowledge the acting before my director title. He told me to forget about the acting.
"Awnn….you are the best Cally. The very best any girl can ever have."
I blushed and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him from behind. He was too engrossed with cooking to turn towards me.
"And I'm one of a kind. Which makes you the luckiest bitch on planet earth."
He proclaimed and I smiled at him, confirming his claims. His black eyes glimmered with mischief and I love them. I love all of him.
"Enough hugging Bell. I know I smell nice but I have to focus on this and you are making it difficult without trying."
How did we go from blushing to complaining? Carlos was such a weirdo. I left him though after taking two tacos with me to the sitting room and as expected it was well flavored. I got a five star chef all to myself.
I sat back and began shuffling my brain and my laptop for a great future innovation idea. What could it be? I thought about it but nothing popped in my head. I was getting frustrated but Carlos saved me when he announced that the food was ready.
Carlos and I sat down to eat. I was amazed by what I tasted. Prior to the tasting, Carlos taught me how to eat the Tamales. He told me I shouldn't eat the outer layer that was used to wrap the food. The taste was heavenly and like I mentioned earlier, Carlos had his way of making me love everything he cooks.
"Why do you have that look Bell? Anything you want to share with me?"
Carlos raised. He looked concerned about me and I on the other hand didn't realize I looked worried…. Like I was bothered about an issue.
"I'm sorry Carl. I didn't realize I was doing that plus this has nothing to do with you. I was just thinking about what the perfect idea for Future Innovation would be. I need to start working if I want to achieve my goals."
I said to Carlos, telling him all of my worry and burden. He is the only one I can talk to because he tends to have a solution to every problem.
"I don't understand why you are stressing your pretty ass for a silly idea mi amor."
Carlos replied. I was ready to argue with him that the future innovation isn't a stupid idea but he kept talking after the short pause.