Forced to Marry a Girl of Mama's Choice
Chapter 5

Now it was time for Ayra to start doing the work she had agreed with Arkan, the owner of the apartment next door.

Having done his work as a wife, although never considered. Ayra immediately finished everything.

And again, Karel didn't touch his breakfast at all. His work clothes that Ayra had prepared were also not in use. As a result, Er wore clothes that Ayra said were not compatible with her suit or tie. Makes Ayra want to be out looking at it. But in the end because surely her husband will be sure to rampage at her.

Ayra no longer wants to take a headache Er's attitude is not good to her. I don't know why at this point he wanted to recover from his illness. So he did not want to think about Er who was always angry with him.

"Sister Er didn't have breakfast?" ayra asked and was glared back by her husband.

Her husband's mouth had moved into her eyes. The one who answers his words is not his mouth but the man's eyes. Ayra really wanted to laugh with those silly thoughts. The girl held her laughter.

Until Er started to get out of the apartment and disappeared from behind the door.

"When you don't want breakfast. I'll take this food to Arkan's apartment for lunch later" Ayra murmured. Then he took his place and put the food into it.

Ayra immediately leaves Er's apartment to Arkan's apartment. Today is his first day of work.

Ayra tries to press the doorbell of Arkan's apartment. Who knows, the man is still inside. Arkan gives Ayra a spare key.

And it's true. The apartment was opened from the inside and featured Arkan there.

The man smiled faintly and immediately invited Ayra to come inside. The tail of the man's eyes glanced at what Ayra was holding at the moment.

"Is that for me?" ask Arkan pointing at the box that Ayra brought.

Ayra follows the direction of Arkan. I showed the box to Arkan. "Do you want to?"

"To be honest I haven't had any food this morning. If you want to share it with me, I'll gladly accept it" Arkan said.

Ayra chuckles amusedly with Arkan's attitude. He didn't know that he liked to joke like this.

"All right, you can eat it. Later I will make it again," said Ayra and immediately give the box to Arkan.

Arkan accepted it with pleasure. Because the worms in his stomach continued to wriggle, the man quickly opened the box.

The smell of the food is sticking out into his sense of smell. It smells really good. The man hoped that it would also taste as good as it smells.

One mouthful of Arkan put it in his mouth. The man stopped for a moment. Eyes sparkling. It felt like he had not eaten such good food for a long time. Because in recent years Arkan has only eaten at restaurants, or else the man will buy ready-to-eat food.

Why did Arkan consider the food that Ayra brought the most delicious food he tasted? All because the food tastes the same as the cuisine of his late mother.

Slowly, Arkan chewed the food. He did not want to swallow the food. But the hunger makes him inevitably have to swallow it.

It didn't take long. The cuisine was immediately served by Arkan.

Ayra has been doing her job since. He started cleaning every corner of the room in Arkan's apartment.

Until Arkan's loud voice was heard calling out to him. Make Ayra stop her activities and approach the owner of the voice.

"Yes, is there anything I want to do for you?"

"I just wanted to ask, did you cook this meal?" Arkan asked as he showed Ayra's empty stock box leaping up.

"Ease?"

"Yes, I cooked it. Thank goodness you like it."

"Can you cook some more for me in the afternoon?"

"Can. What do you want me to cook later?"

"So can I request?" ask Arkan for joy. When else will he enjoy the food as delicious as the cuisine of his late mother again. Of course Arkan would not waste this opportunity. Even Arkan will not hesitate to pay double Ayra's salary later.

"Of course, as long as there are ingredients, hehehe." joked Ayra.

"I don't have any ingredients in the fridge. But you take it easy. I'll order it later, let the courier deliver it. Can you cook Adobo? My late mother used to cook that food when I was a kid. And today I'd love to eat it."

Ayra frowned hearing what Arkan wanted to cook for her. The girl knew what cooking was.

"You want me to use what meat to cook it?" Ayra seemed a little hesitant to ask.

Looking at Ayra's facial expression, Arkan knew what the problem was. The man smiled. "You just calm down. I'm a Muslim, so you can replace it with beef or chicken" Arkan said of Ayra's doubts.

"All right, I'll put it up for you."

"Thank you, I really like your cooking. I'll add to your salary later" Arkan said and greeted with a cheerful smile by Ayra.

"Thank you, Ar. Can I call you brother?" ask Ayra. Because he thinks Arkan is much older than him.

Arkan smiled nodding. Of course he would be happy if called brother by Ayra. No woman ever called him that.

"Then I'll see you later in the afternoon, I have to get to the office. Thanks for the good breakfast, Ayra."

"Sama-sama, Brother Ar. Have a good day" Ayra replied.

After the departure of Arkan, Ayra felt so excited. Who doesn't like that. He would get a salary from Arkan to add to his own medical expenses.

Ayra started to finish her work. Even if this isn't the job he wants. But he was happy, at least he had worked.

Since then, Arkan has been going home more often to his apartment just to get a taste of Ayra's cuisine.

The two are becoming more and more familiar. Ayra felt like she had a sister.

It is different from Arkan. He thinks Ayra is a very tough and smart girl. Arkan admired the girl.

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It's been almost a month since Ayra became Er's husband. But there has been no change from Karel's attitude towards her.

After returning home from Arkan's apartment, Ayra felt so tired. But she still tried to prepare dinner for her husband. Even if he knew for sure Er wouldn't touch his cooking.

Ayra does not know if Karel is currently in the apartment of her lover, Kinara.

When the heart is tired, it is time to go. So too with Ayra. Maybe Ayra still wants to fight for it. I hope her husband remembers everything about her.

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