Chapter 19: Thrash.

After working for the day, Steven retired back home at night. He traced his steps to the kitchen and what he met there made his mouth drop open, his briefcase falling off his hand to the floor. "What happened here?" He asked.

"Oh, you're here. Welcome home." Dua waved at him.

"What the hell happened here?!!" Steven thundered, making Shane rush into the kitchen. "Holy moly!" he exclaimed. The whole kitchen was a mess.

"I cooked, that's what happened here." Dua replied.

"No, you turned this place into a refuse dump." Steven said.

"No, it's still the kitchen just with a little things out of place." Dua replied and Steven scoffed.

"What kind of woman are you?!" He yelled.

"A rare one," she replied.

"You know I warned you ahead, 'believe me you don't want me to cook.' And you replied with 'I do.' You remember?" She asked.

"Well, that's not a problem. Let's have dinner, I'll take care of the kitchen later," she continued.

"I can't stand this." Steven shook his head and left the kitchen.

"What's with him?" Dua blinked as she watched Steven leave the kitchen.

"He hates dirts, and a messy environment." Shane replied.

"No one likes it either," she rolled her eyes.

"Please, sit," she pulled out a chair for Shane and he sat. He began to eat the meal while she anticipated his comment.

"It's delicious," he smiled and she breathed in relief. It'd be embarrassing if her meal wasn't tasty after all the bad comments she unknowingly rained on his food.

She settled down and began to eat and Steven walked into the kitchen, his face painted with irritation. He rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the kitchen while Dua just blinked at him. She looked at Shane, requesting an answer to her silent question while he simply shrugged.

"Knucklehead, come have dinner," she said but he ignored her.

"I didn't say I wasn't gonna clean it up," she continued.

"You just returned home from work, shouldn't you at least rest a little before doing this?" She added and he ignored her still.

"Just leave him be for now." Shane said to her and she nodded and continued with her meal.

In less than an hour, Steven transformed the messy kitchen into a beautiful one, and stormed out of the kitchen without saying a word to anyone.

Dua dished out some food, arranged them in a tray and went to the bedroom. She got there and he wasn't there so she proceeded into his study.

"Didn't I say you're not allowed to come into my study unless I call you?" He gave her a chilly look.

"Oh, about that," she laughed. "My apologies, I forgot."

"Why are you here?" He asked, his voice icy.

"You shouldn't skip dinner after a whole day of work," she smiled, showing him the tray of food.

"Take that thrash out of my sight right now," he said, tearing off the smile on her face. "What?" She asked, just in case she didn't hear him clearly.

"Food prepared in a dirty environment is 100% dirty as well, and so is the person who prepared it. So take the trash out of here now." Steven said and Dua scoffed.

Just as he thought she was gonna leave, she walked up to him at his table, and spilled the food on his table. "What the fuck are you doing?!!!" Steven yelled.

"Disposing of the thrash just as you asked me to," she smirked.

And does this place look like a refuse dump or a thrash can to you?!" He was raging.

"The dirty environment the food was prepared is a part of this house, so that makes the whole house a thrash itself," she replied and began walking out.

"DIANE SIERRE!!!" Steven yelled, halting Dua in her steps. She turned to him, her face cold. "It's Dua Sinclair, Dua," she said and walked out.

"Oh, I'm so mad right now!" She stormed into the kitchen.

"How dare he? How dare he call me thrash?" She kicked the dinning table. "Fine!" She laughed. "I'm gonna show him how thrashy I am."

"Calm down." Shane said to her.

"Calm down?" She gave a hysteric laugh. "You should get a fire extinguisher close to you because I'm gonna explode anytime soon."

Shane rubbed his temples tiredly and sighed, "how do I cope with a couple with severe anger issues?"

Dua suddenly rose up from her seat and stormed out of the kitchen, while Steven stormed in. Pacing back and forth with his hands on his waist for a few seconds, he stormed out while Dua stormed in. She paced back and forth with her hands on her waist for a few seconds too and stormed out again, making Shane blink his eyes. "They get mad the same way and try to cool off the same way? God, this couple is a handful," he sighed.

The couple continued their activities for over ten minutes until Shane could no longer hold it, "will you both stop this madness!!!"

Steven halted, giving Shane a cold look while Dua was just storming right in. "Hey, she-devil," he said to Dua who glared at him.

"Come clean up the mess you created in my study," he said.

"Clean it up yourself, you seem good in cleaning up," she replied and he gave an ironic nod.

"I hate you," he pronounced and left the kitchen.

"I hate you too!" Dua yelled for him to hear her.

"And don't storm back in here!" Shane added.

"Neither should you storm out too," he said to Dua who simply took a seat at the table with a frown on her face.

Suddenly something popped into her head, and she looked at Shane, her eyes lit up. "What does knucklehead hate?"

Shane looked at her surprised, why was she suddenly asking what Steven hates.

"He hates a lot of things." Shane replied, looking at her skeptically.

"List them all, everything he hates," she said, taking him aback. But then he thought that probably she asked so she could know what he hates and avoid doing them so they could live peacefully, but that wasn't the case. She wanted to know what he hates so she could do them all to piss him off, make him hate her more so that he'll probably send her away and she'll gain her freedom at last.

"He hates," Shane began but she cut him in. "Hold on, I have to record this so I'll get them all," she said and became busy with her phone.

"Okay, begin," she said to Shane and he continued.

"He hates dirts and a messy environment." He said.

"That one is noted," she replied.

"He hates noise," he said and she nodded.

"He hates flashy colours especially pink," he said.

"I hate it too," she replied.

"He hates people who talk too much and pester him a lot," he said.

"That's not a problem, I'm good at that," she unconsciously blurted out and Shane's eyes flew to her.

She laughed awkwardly and said, "I meant, I'll try to avoid that."

Shane nodded and continued while she paid attention.