Bad Wedding
The Part 25
Next day.
"What are you cooking?"
Alena turned her body in shock at Abian's voice. Moreover, the man invited him to speak, or a more precise word asked. Because for several months married to Abian, men never once asked her something.
"I'm just cooking fried rice," Alena refocused on cooking without caring about Abian. Because honestly he was confused why suddenly the man was in the kitchen, because usually Abian immediately went to the office without bothering to ask what he was cooking. Even the man used to not want a step closer to the kitchen or dining room if there was him.
"You're only making for one person?" Abian swallowed his saliva as he looked at the fried rice that was transferred into the dish.
"Yes, I just made it for myself. Because I know you'll never touch me, let alone eat my cooking," Alena brought the plate of fried rice onto the table.
"It's good that you remember that!" Abian followed Alena who was currently sitting in the dining room, eating the fried rice regardless of her whereabouts. "Damn, what am I? Time just by smelling the aroma of fried rice made me really want to eat it," again he had to swallow his saliva with difficulty when the spoon filled with fried rice entered into Alena's mouth.
"Sir you want breakfast? If so I will make it" said the waiter who brought a cup of coffee, as he saw Mr. Abian staring at the lady Alena who was eating.
The waiter never made breakfast for Abian, because he never had breakfast at home. Moreover, it had been three weeks that his employer had never returned home.
"No need!" abian replied in annoyance, passing from the room while cursing in heart.
Meanwhile, Alena, who was enjoying her food, fell silent when she saw Abian's back away. In a hurry he finished his meal, because he wanted to pack important files into the suitcase. Last night Alena did not have time to pack because it was too tired, so only had time to do it at this time.
"The food is not spent?" the waiter asked, as he saw Miss Alena hurriedly walking towards the room.
The waiter also tidied the dishes of Miss Alena, because they brought back the coffee cup that had not been touched by Mr. Abian. But as he was about to walk towards the kitchen, the servant was surprised to see Mr. Abian returning to the room.
"Where is that woman?" asked Abian, who happened to pass in front of the dining room when she wanted to go back to the room to retrieve the missing file.
"Miss is in his room, sir."
Abian nodded his head. "Eh wait a minute! Where are the plates going?"
"You want me to clean up, sir, because Miss Alena's done her breakfast."
"No need! Just leave the plate there, let the woman clean it."
"But Sir."
"Here do your job! And remember never to help that woman!"
"Good sir," the servant went into the kitchen, unwilling to go against his master's orders.
Upon seeing her waitress go inside, Abian pulled Alena's used plate. Eating the fried rice that had made his saliva almost drip, after making sure no one was looking.
"Enak also his cooking," Abian again ate the fried rice. "But why does it taste like Alana's?" muttered Abian with a wrinkled forehead, because the taste of fried rice made by Alena is exactly the same as made by Alana first.