'"Why Sir Lewis, for what?'" I asked as I walked with him.

"My parents are coming home tomorrow, so I want to cook for them" he replied, so I nodded. I also took the lead in the walk because he hadn't been put in the cart yet, it looked like he didn't really know how to cook.
When we faced the meats I stopped so Sir Lewis stopped as well.

'"What ?. Why did you stop walking?'" It asked but I ignored it, I opened the freezer. And get some meat then I closed it and I put the meat I took in the cart.

'"Sir Lewis of course you need us to get some meat because that's the first thing we've been through.'" I explained.

We just kept walking and getting the cooking necessities. When done and go to the cashier to pay.

"Sir Lewis, it's up to you to pay, you're the one who bought it," I said, I saw him frown before taking out his credit card. I, on the other hand, shopped and chose everything he bought, he was the only one who pushed the cart.

After he paid, he took that we didn't buy that many items, six plastic bags that were all large. Maybe that's why Sir Lewis with the size of his body, it's impossible that he can't.

When we get out of the market. I asked this

"Sir Lewis, where are we going next?" I asked, as if he were walking, it seemed like no one could carry everything.

'"In my House'" was its rude answer after the walker, problem non?
It's always rude, what else has changed?

When we got out of the mall I asked this again.

"Sir Lewis, I'm going to lift a plastic one," I said, and he turned to me

"No need. I can handle it," he replied.

"It's up to you Sir Lewis, there's still that parking lot oh '" I pointed to the parking lot far from where we were, it didn't pay any attention to me again. : '(

When we finally got to the parking lot and it opened the back of the car and he dropped the groceries, my eyes widened because of what he did, The meats !!

"Sir Lewis, why did you drop it, how's the meat, Sir, you bought it?" I said here, he didn't pay attention to me again, what's the problem with Sir Lewis

I also got in the car and calmed down and never spoke again. It also runs the engine. I, on the other hand, distracted myself by looking at what we were going through. Bad trip Sir Lewis, what's his problem? He used to be rude but why does he seem to be overreacting now, maybe because it bothered me. Why am I carrying so much.
I’m not looking in its direction and I’m just on the side of the window focused. As if it were the best look.

'"Why are you so quiet ?, you can speak'" he said, probably already buried in silence.

'"What can I say Sir Lewis'" I said without enthusiasm, I'm still not looking at him out the window, the street is so beautiful.

'"Why you just can't look at me, are you talking to a window?'" Its disgusting language.

"I can talk to that window Sir Lewis if he speaks, in case he doesn't speak so just don't." I replied. Why can't I look at him. Because I'm disgusted ~ _ ~

'"I'm talking to you so look at me Woman'" was its cold language, so not in the time I faced him might he suddenly make me sixty, it's hard

'"There you go'" I said while the look was on him. It also looks right in my direction. He also immediately turned his gaze to the road, after a few minutes I still do not take my gaze away from him. I can only see his side view, sharp nose, long eyelashes, red lips, Sir Lewis is really very handsome, I'm just staring at him, I've lost my annoyance--

'"Stop staring at me'" I stopped fantasizing about him because of what he said.

'"You said Sir Lewis I looked at you so I was looking at you'" I said.

'"I said look at me while you're talking to me, not to stare at me'" he said, I didn't realize that we had stopped in front of the big house as it was really big, just like what I watched on TV but it's bigger.

"It's the same, Sir Lewis," I said as we both got out of the car.

We were just opposite the door of the house when the housemates met us.

"Please take the things we bought in the car. Please put them in the kitchen," he ordered the maid, who turned her eyes to me.

"Come with me" he said to me so I just followed.

Sir Lewis and I are here in the kitchen now, it is so large that their kitchen is even bigger than our house.

We just boil the meat. Now I'm teaching him how to slice spices, he also learns quickly.

"Sir Lewis, this is the onion you're going to slice next '" I said then I handed him the onion he needed to slice, he took it from me and started slicing it.

A few minutes later I noticed this sniffle sniffle.

"Sir Lewis, is there a problem?" I asked, and he looked up at me. Tears welled up in her eyes.

'"Why does it hurt?'" It suddenly asked

"Which one, Sir Lewis? Did you cut your hand? Did you get injured?" I asked one question after another, shaking his head.

"It hurts the eyes, it hurts the eyes," he said. Now I know why he sneezes and cries because of the Onion. I took my handkerchief from my pocket and soaked it with water in the sink then I approached him and wiped the corner of his eye. I blew it so that it wouldn't hurt or at least reduce the pain, it was stunned by what I did.