Love Me Please, Hubby
Ch 22 - Cooking For the First Time

Zico looked at the gadget in his hand. He had never cooked for himself in his entire life. Let alone to cook fried rice, cook rice to become cooked rice only he could not. What's he supposed to do now?

“Deed the baby wants my fried rice?” Zico asked again. Feeling unsure of himself.

“Yes, I'm not lying. The baby will cry if he does not eat fried rice made by his father.” Nisha said stubbornly. He really isn't lying. When he woke up from sleep, he already felt that he had to eat the man's fried rice.if the desire was not immediately fulfilled, somehow he felt that he would cry.

“Good. You wait there. I'll make it for you.”

Nisha obediently waited in the living room. He was happy to watch the movies that were filmed there. Confused Zico should start cooking from where?

Finally Zico called Lastri. He asked how to cook rice properly. He recorded step by step in making fried rice. Actually, Miss Lastri volunteered to go visit Zico's apartment and make fried rice for Nisha. But Zico forbid it, because the baby only wants to eat fried nas made.

After almost a full hour finally fried rice full of struggle was successfully made as well. No matter what it felt like, Zico did not dare to taste it. What is clear from the several times of the experiment, only this last fried rice did not experience emptiness.

With his heart pounding, Zico brought his masterpiece to the living room. Can't wait to see the woman eat her cooking. But Zico saw another sight there. The woman had fallen asleep with the television remote in her hand.

Zico put the fried rice on the table. Then he approached Nisha, wanting to wake the woman up immediately. Looking at the woman's face up close caused a different feeling. Either because his mind was not clear today, but he really wanted to protect that woman. She doesn't want Nisha to get hurt again.

Zico pulled Nisha's hair. Then she gently began to caress the woman's cheeks. A warm feeling began to envelop him. Zico unconsciously brought his face closer to Nisha's face and kissed the woman's forehead for a long time.

Zico was so surprised by his own attitude. He quickly distanced his body from Nisha. It's crazy!! It's crazy!! It's crazy!! He has gone mad!! Why did he kiss that woman? What the hell is he thinking? You crazy pervert!! Zico condemned his own behavior.  He was completely inexhaustible with his attitude. Usually he can control himself, especially now that he is not in a drunk position but why is he still kissing the woman's forehead? what is he thinking?!!

Zico walked back and forth. Very confused with his own attitude. In the midst of her confusion, she did not realize Nisha had opened her eyes.

“Is the fried rice ready? I'm so hungry.” Hearing Nisha's beacon made Zico turn her body quickly.

“You're up?”

“Iya, I'm so hungry..” Nisha starts whining. Zico took his fried rice. He hoped his food could be eaten.

“This nasgornya. I'm not sure of the taste.” Nisha took the food quickly. Zico's next words were not heard. With eyes full of hunger Nisha scoops in large portions and puts it in her mouth. He ate voraciously, like a man who had not been fed for a few days.

“Pelan-pelan eatya.” Zico took a tissue on the table and wiped Nisha's lips that were smudged with rice. Nisha ignored him. He just focused on chewing and chewing.

“Pelan-pelan. Is the nasgor delicious?” Zico asked curiously, answered with an excited nod of Nisha. Zico was curious. This was the first food he made. Is it as good as that woman said? Is he a genius chef? The first cooking experiment and immediately get compliments because the cuisine is delicious? Out of curiosity Zico picked up another spoon and tasted his cooking.

“Buuuuuhhhh....!!!”

Zico spouted his food. Rice grains were thrown everywhere. Zico quickly ran to the refrigerator and drank as much water. It was the most unpleasant food he had ever eaten in his entire life. A very severe collection of salty flavors combined with the taste of onions that are too strong. The food is not worth eating!!

Zico took the fried rice Nisha was holding and placed it on the table.

“My fried rice!! My fried rice!!” Nisha exclaimed, dissatisfied with Zico's treatment of her.

“This food is not worth eating. I'll buy you a nice nasgor. Drink a lot.” Zico handed a bottle of water to Nisha who was patted by the woman loudly.

“I don't want to! I want my fried rice!” Nisha exclaimed with a loud tone. His patience is starting to wear off.

“Hey baby, relax. I'll buy you some good food. This food is not worth eating..”.

“But the nasgor is delicious!! I want to eat that! I don't want anything else!!” Nisha insisted. After nearly ten minutes of arguing with each other, Zico finally relented after seeing Nisha begin to shed tears.

Zico handed the food back to Nisha, who ate it again.

With a bobble of Zico's head back to the kitchen and cooked some more fried rice. After finishing three dishes, Nisha just felt full. Nisha leaned her body on the sofa with satisfaction. Zico looked at him curiously.

“Hot full?”

“He’eh”

“How is the fried rice?”

“Very good.” Nisha gave her two thumbs up.

“Serious?”

“Iya.” Nisha smiled with satisfaction. Zico was very confused. Has the taste of pregnant women changed? Why is it that the food that is so unfit to eat is so good on Nisha's tongue? Is something wrong?

“I'm very full. I'm sleepy..” Nisha starts yawning.

“Sleep in your room.”

“Gak, I want to sleep here..”.

“Sleep in the room!”

“Gak! I'm going to sleep here!” Nisha back ngeyel.

“You can catch a cold sleeping here. The sofa is very narrow. You can fall..”.

“I want to sleep here!!”

Zico tried to contain his anger. So far no one has denied his orders. But the woman repeatedly denied it. Without a second thought Zico approached Nisha and held the woman in one fell swoop.

“Ahhh. Lower Me…!

“I'll take you to the room. You should sleep in the room.”

“But the baby wants to sleep there..”.

“Do not reason because of baby. I know you want to sleep on the couch watching TV. Tomorrow I'll put the TV in the room.”

“Ta..but..”.

“No buts. Follow my words before I get angry.”

Hearing the threatening tone in Zico's voice made Nisha speechless. Zico placed it gently on the bed, then the man covered his body.

“Great sleep.” And Zico came out of that room.

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