"Uncle Mike" Jackie called as he made his way into an old bungalow. That was his Uncle's old house in the countryside. He occasionally paid his uncle a weekly visit. MR Mike was quite an old man, he lost his wife at his early age and since then he hadn't recovered from the grief. MR Mike was a detective but right after his wife passed away, he resigned from his job and became a farmer, residing in his old house at the countryside which he inherited from his father.
He had a huge field, a tractor and an old fishing boat. MR Mike house situated close to a lake, he usually went fishing and seasonally cultivated in his large field. He occasionally indulged in fishing and other farm routines with his uncle per each of his visit and he enjoyed that. As his uncle was pretty old, carrying all the works by himself was quite critical. Giving his uncle a helping a helping hand was the best he could do for now.
"Uncle Mike, are you there?" He called, heading towards the staircase, his eyeglasses which he rarely removed, was firmly attached on his skinny face. Intending to climb up the stairs, a noise resonated outside, driving his gaze toward the entrance. The slightly opened door, slid wide open, revealing his uncle as he stood with his fishing gear held on his shoulder. Uncle Mike was in his seventies, but he was still strong, strong enough to do lots of works.
"Oh! son, you're here" Uncle Mike smiled excitedly "I thought someone barged into my house to steal the guitar I just bought". He walked slowly towards the coach.
"Eh, umm, good afternoon Uncle Mike" Jackie greeted as he tried to hold his laughter.
"Come over here son" MR Mike gestured, heading towards the coach at the sitting room, he sluggishly sat down.
"Uncle how are you doing?" Jackie followed suit with a smile plastered on his face. There he sat down at the adjacent coach facing his uncle.
"I'm fine son, how's your studies?" Asked MR Mike, his eyes roaming over Jackie with concern.
"Flourishing" Smiled Jackie. MR Mike's gaze hovered at him one last time, but now with contentment.
Sensing the tiredness blooming on Uncle Mike's face, Jackie's voice emerged with a hint of concern, "You must be hungry" he stood up and headed to the kitchen.
"How do you always tell when I'm hungry? I should be the one asking that" Came Uncle Mike's voice.
"Uncle not again, you're quite old now, you deserve some rest, I mean more of a rest. Going helter-skelter looking for works to indulge yourself in always, isn't healthy, Uncle Mike" Jackie uttered, as he opened the refrigerator, searching for something he couldn't really tell, getting his eyes on a bottle of milk, he brought it out.
"Boy, are you calling me old now? My hair is grey, acceptable, but that doesn't mean I'm old, get it? At least not that old" MR Mike muttered under his breath. He couldn't really believe people calling him old, he wasn't that old…
Jackie smiled cheaply at his Uncle's funny attitude, as he was preparing a meal in the kitchen. One problem his uncle had, was that he never acknowledged that he was old, he hated it when people call him old.
"Pardon me uncle, I mistook you for an old man, you are pretty young" Smiled Jackie with a hovering sarcasm which MR Mike failed to notice.
"Now that makes a whole lot of sense" Stated MR Mike with a nod. Extending his hand towards the table, he got held of a newspaper. Jackie stared at him right from the kitchen smiling, with that he shook his head and went back to his business.
There was a raw leftover chicken in the refrigerator, some vegetables, a margarine and some fruits. Extending his hands toward the kitchen cabinet, he opened it. There his gaze fell on a container of flour and other flavors. He got to prepare some food. He was a good cook, one of the skills he learnt from his uncle. He could actually make lots of dishes, numerous of them.
"I'm going to the bathroom; today's been overwhelming…" Uncle Mike lazily stood up, holding the newspaper he got from the table, he made his way to the stairs.
"Okay Uncle Mike" Jackie responded in a shrilled tone. He would probably round up before Uncle Mike would finish with whatever he got to do.
An hour later, he placed the dishes on the dining table, as he was already done with preparing the dishes. Taking off his apron, Uncle Mike made his way down the stairs in his usual sluggish steps.
"Uncle, I am done" Jackie uttered as he drew a seat for Uncle Mike.
"Well done son, you're one of a kind" Uncle Mike said, as he took a seat. Jackie followed suit, with no time wasted he made a reach for his utensils, about to dig into his dish, Uncle Mike lightly hit his hand. He looked at his Uncle with a questioning expression.
"Let's pray boy" Instructed Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike was a kind of a religious man, which he found unlike himself.
"Alright" He nodded.