Celine And Her Arrogant Husband
Episode 23 - Mutual False Alleged
At four in the morning, Celine had already opened her eyes. It was not because of his own wishes, but the mother who kept making her phone ring since three o'clock. Dozens of incoming messages also appeared, which contained a similar sentence. Deswita asks Celine to wake up early and quickly cook breakfast for Muta.
Now, because of that message and all the incoming phones from her mother, Celine is standing in front of a modern electric stove that she has never seen in person. He was ready to conquer all the ingredients that his mother brought last night. I don't know, it can be considered as a mother of understanding or it sucks, Deswita is indeed very stocky in addition to chatty.
However, that is how it is, like a psychic, Deswita knows that the refrigerator belongs to Reksa must be empty aka no food. And it was true, Celine had already checked it out a few minutes ago. There was nothing in the fridge other than energy drinks and mineral water.
“The cooking is easy! But, this is how to use the stove how, woe?! I can start a fire with two sticks of catu, but I can't if the stove is too modern like this!” celine complained that it was quite mumbling after staring at the stove without a furnace and had a few buttons of it. “Should I wake up Muta?”
Celine shook her head. “No, no! I'm still upset with him. The existing dawn reconciles as well as displeases this, it will be a time of contention for us.”
“Party yes, Cel! Why are you in such a village, anyway?! Jeez!” curse Celine to herself. “Ah, siaaal. On the internet there is no way?”
Celine didn't wait long. He took a cell phone he had not changed for three years, from his sleeping bag. Look for how to use a modern electric stove in the magnifying glass section of the old internet. And being tired, he immediately took a squatting stance regardless of who he was now. Really, Celine had never thought of her identity as the wife of a famous CEO. He still often acts like Celine usually, his manners may be considered a big zero.
“How much should I learn? Crazy one! My eyes are so bright like this!” celine complained suddenly dizzy to see the row of letters listed in an article. “Ah let! I've never seen much of your writing, Cel! Look, later if you have entered work, surely the Boss love stacked work!”
Celine had no other choice. He who never liked the read-reading event, finally forced to learn every paragraph and explanation of the article. Although he looks very dislike about learning, actually Celine is very proficient in terms of English. If not for his dream to travel the world, maybe he would never have pursued the skill. So, some of the English terms listed in the article, did not make Celine feel difficulties.
“Okeee!” cry Celine. “Let's try.”
After feeling enough in the search for information about modern electric stoves that Celine knew using infrared facilities, he immediately practiced it. He laughed satisfied as a child who managed to get a big reward, when his fingers successfully lit the stove without difficulty.
Celine activities continue to process food ingredients, ranging from cutting, washing, to cooking and making it as a ready-to-eat dish. If the business of cooking, Celine's expertise in this field is fairly decent. Of course, because his super-carry mother usually forces him to help in the kitchen.
Not to mention, when he was following the exploration in the mountains while still in school, which required Celine to have the ability to process any food. And when he camped with Keira, he rarely bought fast food, but brought a portable stove and cooked the fresh vegetables he bought.
At five in the morning, Reksa just opened his eyes. The fragrant aroma that poured into his room was indeed quite appetizing, and then made the handsome CEO who had a sharp nose immediately realized.
Reksa frowned, then muttered, “Who cooked?”
As he remembered, he had already returned a servant to his parents' house, with the intention that he could torture Celine. Yes, after the wedding held Reksa did have such evil thoughts. He plans to make Celine feel at home, by treating her like a housekeeper.
“Did Mom send that waitress again? Why don't you say the same to me?” continued Reksa wondered.
Not satisfied just guessing, finally Muta decided to rise from his position. He lowered his legs and rushed out of his room. His move continued towards the source of the aroma, aka the kitchen in his own apartment.
“Celine ..?” Muta opened his eyes wide. It was rather shock to find Celine who looked engrossed in preparing some dishes at the dinner table. Next, Reksa checked the place more carefully, to make sure that someone else was there. “He cooks himself?”
“Celine?” said Reksa again while continuing the pace of his feet to approach the whereabouts of his wife. ”You cooked everything yourself? Can you cook?”
Celine looked at Reksa at a glance and refocused on the unfinished sausage soup she had poured into a large bowl. “Yes, my cooking is guaranteed to be delicious! Last night I gave food to us. And since three o'clock in the morning, my phone was made noisy by Mom, let me wake up and cook for you. Oh yes, because I know who you are, so I deliberately look for the ingredients in the expensive supermarket. Not in the market really, so take it easy,” he explained.
“Soal my food is not picky kok,” sahut Reksa.
“Masa?!”
Celine faced Reksa, then folded her hands together and said, “No, Sa! About women you are picky until not married at the age of almost 40 years, and until there are strange rumors about you. When food goes directly into your stomach, not chosen first? Some of your money is buuaaanyak, you can choose super muahal and hygienic food!”
“Food and woman are two different things, Celine. If the woman is to be seen from the seed, bebet, and weight. If it's a food problem, as long as it's delicious, yes it's okay!”
“Halah! Sok seeds, bebet, weights, in the end you stay married to a girl like me, right, Sa! Your luck is bad, right? Hahaha.”
Mutual snorting pissed. “Kok you said that anyway, Cel? You still hurt the same way I did?”
“No! Just ordinary. The part I said was real, right? I'm just a hick and poor girl. The seedlings, bebet, and weights do not exist at all. Besides, I'm only after your family to marry you, so that the rumors turn about you can be eased. Let your company's stock remain stable, right?”
I don't know what happened to Celine. The young woman claimed to be no longer hurt, but why was her attitude so fierce? All of Celine's words from earlier sounded like a syndicate. Mutuals still don't understand at all. He thought his troubles with Celine were over the last night while still in Russia.
Did he just ask to be kissed? Thought Reksa guessed.
Incorrectly, Reksa walked closer to his wife. He felt quite ashamed in doing this, but what could he do. Looks like Celine really wants a good morning kiss.
Muta caught Celine's arm before her wife busied herself with anything else. Flanked Celine's cheeks using both of her burly palms. After that, Reksa put a sweet kiss right on the forehead then Celine's lips.
Celine scrunched her forehead. “Anaan anyway?!” Instead of feeling impressed, Celine showed a contradiction.
Mutual's eyes blinked that second as well. “Hah? You don't want it?”
”Want what, Mutual?”
“Couple good morning?”
Celine laughed at hearing that. Muta's words were still very strange to sound in his ears. “Not. Anyway, why are you who are usually arrogant as high as the sky to seventeen, suddenly romantic snobs like this anyway?”
“Who is romantic?! Me? Ahaha! Not possible, Cel. Boyish once,” Shal Reksa. “Partially why are you acting like that, try? Make people go awry and guess it's not clear.”
“What am I really why? My ordinary people! You alone time excessive.”
”Your words are like a constant satire. In fact, I think the dispute and problems between us are over. Your plans for me have also started to work, right?”
“Not yet, it hasn't worked, Sa! There are things you haven't said to me! Yes, you do not like childish things, even though you yourself are sometimes still like children. Age alone is old, but its nature is not!”
Muta sighed. “As far as you are, Cel! This richer and more honorable me has willingly apologized to you, but it seems that you still feel the same heartache I.”
A moment after handing over all the affairs to Celine, Mutual passed. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Moreover, he secretly felt tempted by the aroma of Celine's food. And instead of prolonging the quarrel, he better take a shower and eat a home-cooked dish made by his wife.
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