Honey Contract My Husband
Part 2's. Cook Dinner

In the afternoon, the beautiful pink-veiled woman was already in the kitchen to prepare dinner as usual. However, this time he is not alone, but with his honey aka Jihan. Like a good-natured sister teaching her sister new things, Cliantha considers Jihan to be her kind and innocent little sister.

Cliantha, she turned her body back to look at Jihan and asked, “What do you usually cook at home, Han?” Cliantha asked Jihan as soon as they reached the kitchen of the house.

Meanwhile, the young lady in red along the knee with her piggy hair replied, “I'm not good at cooking, Ma'am, usually the ingredients at home are incomplete so rarely cooking,” Jihan replied; cliantha nodded in understanding.

Cliantha, the woman propped her chin on the edge of the electric stove that had not yet lit up. Thinking, determining the food menu is one of the difficult work of a wife. He had to rack his brain to process the raw food that was there, and then turn it into delicious cooked food that everyone could enjoy.

“There are fish, shrimp, meat, vegetables. What kind of menu is it, Han? Any suggestions?” Cliantha asked Jihan as she opened the refrigerator where a lot of raw materials were stored.

Long enough they think, “Dang katsu, Mbak?” jihan's proposal hesitated.

Cliantha felt the idea was good, “Aha, delicious also the menu especially if doused with sweet sour sauce, yes?”

“Wait, but does katsu making need flour, huh? Mas Rendra is gluten intolerant,” she said disappointed because her husband could not eat food by wheat flour containing gluten.

“Oh. How about grilled fish spice rica, Mbak?” jihan's proposal with other menu ideas that were later approved by ‘Mbak’nya it.

“Eh, that's enough. Don't be too much, Mas Rendra can't eat a lot of chili. She does not like spicy,” Cliantha stopped Jihan who would slice red chili with a lot.

Jihan put down her knife and put back some suing red chili into her storage box, “What does Mr Rendra not like, Ma'am?”

“Many, maybe you will get dizzy when you hear it. She doesn't eat gluten-containing foods like I mentioned earlier, besides she's also allergic to dust. Doesn't like dusty, polluted, dirty, shabby places. She doesn't like pollen, doesn't like hairy animals. He also doesn't like breakfast. She doesn't like when her words are denied, she doesn't like to joke a lot, doesn't like new people she doesn't know right,” Cliantha said of everything she knows from her husband.

“Then, what does Mr Rendra like?”

“Many too. He likes to be noticed, likes to be surprised. She likes gardening, but doesn't like flowering plants, she really likes mushroom soup. Like it, huh? It seems like almost everything he likes, as long as it is not excessive, anyway,” Cliantha said while sprinkling a little pepper on his mushroom soup.

“That's because Mr. Rendra loves Mbak. So, it looks like everything Mbak did became his favorite,” commented Jihan.

“Not really, there are some things he doesn't like about me.” Denying Cliantha.

Jihan wrinkled her face, “What is it?” 

“He doesn't like it when I lie, doesn't like when I see me cry, yes, even though the reason I cry is seeing sad drama. A lot of things he doesn't like about me, Han,” Cliantha said sounding wistful.

“Including, the dislike Mas Rendra while bringing me to your household life?” Say Jihan directly.

Cliantha looked at Jihan's bead eyes and looked at the young woman's face, “Jihan, that's not what I meant.”

However, Jihan was good at changing the atmosphere and immediately switched the topic of the chat, “Eee, Ma'am, that's how the soup is? It's boiling so?”

All the food is served at the dining table, it's time to wait for the host to enjoy the dinner menu from the hands of his wives.

“Typically, Mr Rendra is home at what time, Ma'am?” Not until Cliantha replied, the person inquired had already appeared before them. Walking focused forward and heading upstairs passed the two women standing in the kitchen.

“Mas, this is dinner, huh? Shower or want to eat first?” Ask his first wife who came into the room.

“I take a shower first. Cook what are you today, honey?” Narendra asked his first wife who was preparing a change of clothes for him.

“Special, later just see below,” replied Cliantha.

“Sok surprise everything, hem?” Her husband pout as he opens one by one what is attached to his body and changes with a towel he pulls from the storage rack.

At the dining table. Quite a lot of food menu presented, the man's forehead wrinkled. According to him, this is too much and not as usual. There are three menus presented and in large portions, obviously not for one or two portions of adult food.

“For anyone this? Why so much?” Cliantha and Jihan should know that their husbands don't like excessive things.

“For us, three,” replied Cliantha cheerfully.

“This grilled fish and vegetable capcaynya made by Jihan, you know, Mas. I've tasted it, it's delicious,” Cliantha accused on two dinner menus today.

“Then, which cuisine do you make, Darling?” Ask Narendra afterwards.

“I did not cook today,” Cliantha replied a little lying, whereas almost all of her cooking was affected by interference from her, Jihan just helped.

Narendra's eyes suddenly saw his wife, the plate that had been in his hand was returned to its place, “Then there was no dinner for me today?”

Cliantha looked at her husband, a smile that had brightened before then.

“It's not you who cook, so I won't eat!” Narendra sulked, then got up from his dining chair. He left the dining room without saying much.

Before Narendra walked further and further, Cliantha chased after him, “Mas, Mas Rendra. Why are you talking like that? Poor Jihan who has cooked a lot for you,” Cliantha said holding Narendra's arm back to the room.

“Eat, yes just because I'm not the one who cooks makes you not eat? It can't be like that,” added Cliantha.

“What I wait for after a long day of work is to go home and enjoy your cooking, we eat together as usual. If you don't cook, there's nothing I can eat. How many times have you let me down, Cia?” Narendra made Cliantha go awry.

“Even all this time, I only ate what you cooked with your hands. Not from the hands of helpers or other people,” added Narendra again.

Seriate…