When Day 32 Starts...

Special Chapter: Pasta

"Why are you even watching this? It's barbaric!"

I was watching Game of Thrones when Kent arrived. He sat beside me and removed his chef uniform. Kumunot ang noo nya nang makita ang pinapanuod ko. I didn't even like violence before I became pregnant. All those things they said about changing tastes were true... and not only on food.

The hardcore violence didn't even bother me.

"People are barbaric. They just don't show much on TV," I told him.

Inakbayan nya ako. "It won't be good for the baby."

"Why? She can't see."

"She?" His eyebrow arched. "So it's a girl now?"

"It's always been a girl."

"You don't know that."

Halos araw-araw kaming nagtatalo ni Kent dahil sa gender ng bata. He wanted a boy, I wanted a girl. He even asked me to bet on it. I don't understand men at all.

He grimaced as one guard push one's prisoner's head on a spike. "Ilipat mo nga ng channel!"

Inilayo ko ang remote. "Ayoko nga."

Pero napangiwi na rin ako nang makarating kami sa part na nanganganak yung fire priestess. Ugh. He was right. It's barbaric and disgusting. But once you get used to the garish stuff, you can appreciate the story and the honesty. The media often obscures the truth because they're scared that people will not get the rawness of things.

Kaya minsan, kahit totoo na, nakaka-shock pa rin.

"Why can't you just watch cartoons?" he asked in impatience.

"Cartoons are for kids. I'm not a kid," I replied.

"But you're carrying one inside of you." He touched my tummy. "I don't want our kid to be violent."

"She's not going to be violent," I assured him.

"If it's indeed going to be a girl, I'd want her to learn how to cook," he told me.

"I can cook for you."

He made a face. "You can't cook."

"I can. Just not as good as you."

"You're way off the target."

Sinamaan ko sya ng tingin. "Only because you won't teach me."

"I've taught you. You just didn't learn."

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Kent told me that he enjoys cooking so much that he'd rather cook for himself than eat someone else's cooking. But sometimes, he would insist that I cook for him. Well, he's torturing himself, and me.

I wish I could cook for him though. But I'd rather eat.

And now, I'm craving for some pasta. And I want to eat them with chopsticks. Ugh. I'm getting hungry. Kakakain ko lang kanina bago sya umalis. Ang hirap ng buntis. Palaging gutom.

I know I could simply order from a restaurant. But Kent makes a mean spaghetti. Just thinking about it makes my stomach growl. So I called him and told him I'm coming to the restaurant. He didn't like it.

"I'll cook you spaghetti when I get home," he said.

"Gusto ko nang kumain ng pasta ngayon."

"I'm busy, Jazz."

"Fine. I'll ask France, then."

He grunted. "Why are you being difficult?"

"Nagugutom ako!" sagot ko sa kanya sabay end ng tawag. He may not want me there, but I want my spaghetti. I'm sure he'll understand.