Mahram To Azira
Chapters 5.1
Kenzie should never have asked this to the waiter because next, the waiter began to move his lips to do some on-site promotional operations. Kenzie felt hearing it would be a waste of time. In addition, standing still in front of the shelves of women's needs has seized a lot of people's attention. They looked at Kenzie with curious gazes. Pretending to pass by while stealing a glance, some even laughed to see Kenzie standing stupidly listening to the shopkeeper's promotional operation.
Kenzie lost the polite smile on his face feeling humiliated by accident. Puffing dissatisfied, she then took her shopping cart and randomly picked up the feminine products into the basket, ignoring the shopkeeper who was still happy to break her saliva everywhere.
"Mas, this product is also very good-"
"Thank you." Cut Kenzie's not interested.
After buying many products, Kenzie left the shopkeeper who was still raving. Walking straight back, his eyes caught a corner of the shop that was specially used for women's and men's underwear.
Kenzie is again confused by Azira's size. He had no idea how big Azira belonged and how wide his subordinates were, he suddenly became a fool on the spot. But Kenzie learned from the previous lesson. He instantly took the items randomly into the basket without having to wait for the other shopkeeper's greeting.
Kenzie just guessed at random. He thought Azira's property couldn't be big nor could it be small, it couldn't be wide yet it was definitely narrow. This was only a vague guess because as a husband he had never touched her at all.
Getting ready with his groceries, he then queued in front of the mattress with other buyers and again got the attention of many people. Some young women and school teenagers glanced at him shyly. Kenzie was already immune to their curious eyes and remained indifferent as if nothing had happened. He's actually very awkward now.
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Azira stared at Kenzie's groceries. There are many stocks of various different brands of pads, it is estimated that these pads can be used in the next 7 months. Very much. Not to mention her underwear. Azira guesses if Kenzie must be the origin of buying without regard to size.
Check, this must be a very tough test for her husband.
"Thank you, ma'am." Azira hurriedly put all the items into the closet before fleeing into the bathroom.
She was embarrassed to be noticed by her husband and felt guilty enough to ask him to go to buy these things. He could not imagine how embarrassed the husband was when he bought these things earlier. At the same time she felt warm in her heart because her husband was very reliable for these 'shameful' things. Not infrequently men refuse this request when asked by his wife.
He came out of the bathroom half an hour later with the laundry in his right hand that had been squeezed out to lack water. Looking in all directions, she did not find her husband. He's confused. His eyes blinked innocently staring at the balcony outside. Wondering if he could hang his clothes there?
Cclack
The door to the room opened. Kenzie went into the room with a tray of food in his hand. He raised his head and met the look of anticipation of the wife.
"What's wrong?" Ask.
"Mas, where should I hang it?" Azira asked politely.
Kenzie looked at the laundry in his wife's hand strangely.
"Put it in the washing machine. Tomorrow morning you can wear it again." Said strange.
Kenzie has his own washing machine in his room. So he didn't have to bother looking for people to wash his clothes. After all, Kenzie did not really like other people touching his personal belongings so he decided to buy his own washing machine for his personal use.
"Oh," Azira also saw it but did not understand how to use it.
As if he understood what his wife was thinking, Kenzie placed the tray on the table and pulled the wife to come with him into the bathroom. Standing in front of the washing machine, Kenzie demonstrated to his wife how to use the washing machine. He explained slowly, showing each function clearly with a palpable voice.
Seriate...
So bad