HAPPIER
CHAPTER 58

I woke up and did not find Bery by my side. Scroll the wall clock and have shown at 10 past 15 minutes.

I missed the alarm, it must have been Bery who turned it off.

My head feels a little heavy, probably from last night's rain. I did some exercise to stretch my muscles. Usually, when my head feels heavy, a little sweating will help relieve it. Before long, just 10 minutes of doing some simple movements and it will produce sweat.

After finishing light exercise, I was curious about Bery's whereabouts. As if there were no signs of life, yet it seemed like my sense of smell caught a piercing scent.

I rushed down the stairs and found 2 plates of fried noodles on the dining table. Bery looked seriously tidied up the original kitchen appearance had exceeded the broken ship.

With a slow step I approached her, I looped my hands together and hung my chin on her shoulders.

"Morning, wife!" My broom while sniffing her smooth white collar neck.

Bery's tickled, "Sky! You're not targeting me." He said while continuing to finish his work.

"Sky's wife is so diligent, so much love!" I said again playing the lips on his neck as well as his nape.

I smiled looking at Bery's bristling body. The soft kuelus of her arms showing her still standing romantics.

"Sky, I'm cooking, eat there!" His push both elbows widened making my embrace finally unravel.

"Let's eat together, let me finish the kitchen!" I pulled Bery's hand into the washbasin and washed both hands.

Without protest, Bery followed everything I did to him. Now we are both sitting at the dining table side by side.

Kuseruput black coffee is still hot made by Bery. "Your homemade coffee is always the best." My words are sincere and passionate.

"Buck!" Said pouting.

Ignoring his accusation of saying the dreadlocks, I immediately tasted his homemade noodles.

For a moment I was silent, chewing slowly, letting my tongue taste my first meal of my wife.

Kulirik Bery whose face holds a million curiosity about how I respond to the taste of the cuisine.

"Hows it? Good no?" He looked at me intensely.

I took a second bribe then devoured it with interest.

"Perfect!!!" I raised both my thumbs in front of his face.

"Seriously? You're not lying, are you?" Ask not to believe.

"It's delicious, it's the most delicious seafood fried noodles I've ever eaten. Try me!" My words answered his doubts by taking one bribe to him.

He opened his mouth and ate it. He chewed it slowly and seemed to be recognizing the taste as well.

"How's it?" It was my turn to ask.

"Don't, I didn't expect to be able to cook something that tastes like this. Pas!"

"My wife is the best!" I commended.

"Thanks, tomorrow-tomorrow I will learn again to make another recipe."

I did not expect Bery to be as enthusiastic and happy as it was because the first cooking in this house was successful.

"Siiipppp, I can't wait to be a guinea pig!" I grinned nosily.

"Nobody doesn't feel good you're obliged to eat." Say it with a mouth full.

I nodded and finished the food on my plate voraciously.

"Oh well Sky, it's the same fridge freezer, when do you make it? Diligent, but cool anyway, I like, the cooking is easier and the portions are right for both of us."

"That's me buying a friend who has a fresh goods business. So they send it to the costumers' orders. We were just the two of us, so I asked the fish and the others were each entered into the box, including the vegetables that had also been cut into pieces. But also chosen anyway, which can be cut and last how long, where the new vegetables can be cut into pieces when going directly cooked. It's been labeled the name and the date. And the most helpful thing I think is the complete spice business. Want to cook anything we stay hot on the stove, no need to make a cry every day because of the onion slices. He he he!"

Fresh goods business like this is very helpful for families who are both busy working, but if the owner says, it is, it is precisely the customers are mostly young mothers at home who again have babies and toddlers. Anyway it is suitable for those who are lazy to shop to the market especially those who do not have much time because of the busy work or take care of the house.

"I thought you made. Where did you get the money from? Isn't your debit card the same as mine?"

"It just so happens that the fresh goods business was I who capitalized on my friend, so we shared the results. Well, some of the results of the quotient have been cut to fill our refrigerator." I smiled at him.

"You still keep a lot of secrets from me, Sky. The contents of your account are quite a lot for the size of students like you. I know you work at an abi company, but at most your salary is there and I also know that since college you no longer take pocket money from abi."

Finally one question came out as well. I actually don't want to hide a lot of things to Bery, it's just that I haven't got the moment for it. Moreover, I think Bery is not interested in knowing many things about me.

"Sorry! I don't think you're interested in knowing about me!" Honest tidbits.

Bery sighed softly then put down his spoon a little rough.

"We're husband and wife, Sky. I as a wife you deserve to know from where the source of my husband's income, I need to know halal what not, you get from the honest way what is fraud? I don't care how much you make, I just care about the negligence, Sky!"

I grabbed both of Bery's hands into my grasp. "You take it easy, God willing, everything is from a lawful source." My words assured her that there was no doubt in her heart.

I understand his worries. I'm not offended at all let alone angry at being doubted like this. I was happy to see her prudence in receiving the living that her husband gave her.

How many heads of families bring home an unrighteous living into their homes and how many wives do not care about the source of that income. In fact, many heads of families who end up falling into corrupt behavior, cheating and even stealing to meet the demands of his wife.

"But the food first, we'll talk again." Imbuhku then lifted my plate to the washbasin and continued Bery's work was cleaning the kitchen.

I could only shake my head to see the many containers used and sprinkle oil even to the floor and walls of the kitchen. It was incredible the chaos it created, but it was certainly comparable to the taste of the cuisine it produced.

This is how it feels to be so happy and relieving. Seeing the efforts of Bery this morning to do his duty as a good wife made me promise to be more active again and will continue to try to make him happy.