I will never regret anything...
Me, Gwendoline and with the help of Beckey's muscles, we're all looking for a way out. Composing an unusual essay is not fun. I mean I've never liked essays, let alone something stupid that's said to boost the intellectuals of the summer. Really bullshit. But this time it's a little different. Freeing someone from beheading.
If you ask, does this mean for my life? Let's say you have all the evidence, even if it's like being caught red-handed. Then why should I do this?
Two weeks when we drafted, plus a week we experienced severe rejection. Superintendant Mcpherson, a man about to retire, stiff-faced and not to be trifled with. The old man was even able to detect some of the words I typed and made mistakes on purpose.
Then why should I do that?
Men like me, don't have high hopes. Sometimes there's nothing wrong with life flowing, as long as you know where it's going. Like still water in a vessel. If you move the vessel, then it won't be still water anymore. The fact is that water moves to follow the container. I'm just a little man who wants peace. After nearly two years I found it, though it fell apart in no time. Well, at least I don't regret it at all.
In exchange for my three weeks of vacation, even that cultured-looking golden-brown-haired girl, I didn't find her completely satisfied. At least she smiled with relief with one hug? But not. I understand that almost all of us are cornering her. Meanwhile, the essay that we write is what is important to be accepted.
School has been closed for a while, but we can still stay in the school dormitory. It's also not like we have anywhere else to live. After freeing Sonia, it took me almost a month or so to keep Mr. Fischenich. He told me to come to his house around Leeds. This is the last time I get cooking knowledge. He teaches some techniques that are simple and can be developed. While there is one technique that I am still learning desperately, pufferfish meat processing instrumentation and one more.
“Hm… actually this is still not enough. But I thought you could open a shop already. Next time, I will come as a customer.”
Those were his words to me for the last practical cooking lesson.
Today I have asked permission to borrow the cooking practice room. We'll be planning a small celebration for Sonia's release from her damning sentence.
We only invite people we know. Mainly Winfred and Ephey whom I asked for some help with for desserts, while Darrent and James they were quite promising for biscuits.
The cooking practice room is quite spacious. There are three separate rooms namely the kitchen, utensils and equipment, and a place to eat.
"Beckey, Gwen, please bring those buckets," I added while chopping onions. "Be careful, don't touch the fish."
“F-fine.”
Ephey sighed.
"Are you sure?"
“Uh-huh,” My answer is short.
Moments later after the five buckets were brought.
"It's an odd shape. What fish is this?” asked Gwendoline, adjusting her breathing rhythm.
"Hm ... for sure it's poisonous if you get stabbed by its dorsal fin,"
They both get shocked. I explained to them briefly. Well, that's not such an easy thing to understand. But luckily, Ephey, someone from Class C who is the best at cooking, helped me explain to them. At least they didn't bother me cutting these fins with their raving protests.
Meanwhile Verdamant, Pebble, and Sonia prepared utensils such as plates, knives, forks to be cleaned before use. The atmosphere might be more awkward than before, but I'm sure if it slows down.
Today's agenda plan is that I will clear Sonia's name. Including telling the outline of how we freed Sonia, then exposing the culprit. But I also took the opportunity to try something Mr. Fischenich. It's like throwing a stone at two birds.
A few minutes later, everything was ready. Darrent and James had finished the biscuits while Ephey and Winfred decided to help me. Everyone gets one fish. I bought this with all my rationed money.
“Smells great!” Gwendoline's hand stroked the smoke of the fish I had grilled.
Luckily I bought a size that is not too small. It will be their first time tasting food with non-English spices. Because I know, English is boring when it comes to food. Well, although I still use french fries. But this I can assure you is not your usual fish and chips.
"Good, slow down."
Fortunately, there is a food trolley in this kitchen. Because it would be stupid if we estavet. It's not like we're good at hauling six plates with two hands anyway. None of us are acrobatic.
I can see their faces beaming when the food arrives. Although it's not as fun as it used to be and it's a bit awkward, considering it's a party I'm doing for a purpose. Sonia's face was not very pleased, and neither were they when they looked at each other. Restoring a bad name is not easy.
The food has arrived at the table. Verdamant split the paper towels, Sonia poured the orange juice while Pebble split the fork and spoon. I could see the faces of the two, especially the slightly agitated Pebble.
I delivered my speech in three minutes.
"Hopefully we can get along again. One for all!"
The atmosphere was slightly awkward for a moment.
"One for all!" shouted Roddy excitedly as he raised the glass filled with oranges.
Me, Gwendoline, Beckey, Ephey, Winfred, Darrent and James waited for them to enjoy the dishes we made. Everyone has enjoyed the meal
"How are friends?" I asked.
I saw Verdamant like spiciness. She took a sip of water for the second time. The problem is I didn't put any chilies in.
But what I didn't realize after a few minutes, they were like choking. One by one they fell. We panicked, but Sonia brought a black bottle.
“Mark! Put this on!” She threw the bottle at me.
I said to myself, is this my fault? Leaving aside the matter of Sonia, am I still not good enough to cultivate this fish? I kept the thought deep inside. I immediately remembered Mr. Fischenich who gave me a little hope.
All those who have stepped on the start first, only one of them survived. This incident kept me in jail. At least they had tried to free me. Luckily that person came up with facts that undermine the accusations against me.
At least…
I don't regret it too much.
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