Marrying for Threats
episode 221(S2)
Ziko went to the kitchen alone. The beginning of entering the room that he felt was fear. It's only natural that he's a coward. Just his big body but his mental, mental tempe for such a thing. He was confused to find where the switch was. Because he did not know the existence of this thing. He's touching all the walls. According to logic, the switch will usually be placed on the wall and near the entrance, making it easier to turn on the lamp he thought. And after fingering he finally found the location of the switch. He pressed the switch button and turned on the light in the room.
Ziko walked up to the stove just looking at the object without touching it at all. He opened the drawer looking for the whereabouts of the white candle. He thinks it's better to cook with candles because he can light them, than he uses a stove that won't light at all he thought.
He placed some white candles on the floor in a circle and lit the object with a match. He confused the difference between an omelet and a cow's eye egg.
" I'd better ask Zira." Mumbled. Ziko picked up the phone handle on the wall, and pressed the extension of her room number.
" Dear." Ziko said quickly.
" Hmmm." Zira said from the other end of the phone.
" What is the difference between an omelet and a cow's egg?" Ziko was confused.
" Our omelet is easily a beaten egg, and the yellow cow's eye in the middle." Zira explained.
" Yellow in the middle? Like a traffic light alone wear yellow in the middle." Ziko Mumbled.
The phone is in place. He started taking the frying pan. He cooked while squatting. He broke the egg on the pan. Seconds change seconds, minutes change minutes do not feel the time is up to 30 minutes. The eggs are not cooked either.
Zira who was in the room was already unable to bear her stomach which was a continuous concert. She went downstairs and looked for her husband. Her husband was squatting in front of a candle while holding a frying pan.
" What are you doing?" asked Zira while laughing out loud.
" Cook it." Ziko said quickly.
Zira laughs inexhaustibly if her husband will do as he says in the room.
His left hand held the pan and his right hand stirred the egg with a spoon.
After he thought it was cooking. He lifted the pan and put it on the plate.
" It's cooking?" ask Zira curiously.
" It's Ziko." He prides himself.
Zira saw the plate with the egg. He scrunched his forehead.
" Look, I thought I had an omelet instead of a scrambled egg." Zira said confused because the same request made by her husband is not the same.
" Aih, what else is scrambled eggs?" ask Ziko confused.
" It's." Zira said pointing to the eggs on the plate.
" Don't you say the egg was whipped?" ask Ziko protest.
" It's a pity it's shaken somewhere else, not in the pan shuffling it." Zira said a complaint.
" Is this wrong, right?" ask Ziko again.
" Yes wrong."
" Sure?" Ziko again refused to hear the wrong word from his wife.
Zira nodded her head quickly. Ziko took her breath and exhaled violently. He felt tired and tired because it had been 30 minutes he squatted fighting to cook the egg for the baby. Zira felt sorry and could not bear to see her husband cooking again.
" Don't throw it away, that's nothing either." Zira said quickly so that her husband would not be disappointed.
" Don't eat this one later our child snences. I'll prepare all your requests." Ziko said spirit.
" Are you sure? Can't I help you?" ask Zira pity.
" You taught me how to turn this stove on, and what I should cook and how." Ziko said quickly.
Zira teaches how to turn on the stove and stir the eggs elsewhere. Not forgetting he taught me how to make fried onions. After he thinks Ziko understands. He's out of the kitchen. He couldn't stand the smell of cooking.
" Dear I'm waiting at the dinner table?" ask Zira quickly.
Ziko cooks carefully. After a few minutes he lifted the egg and placed it on a plate with rice. Not forgetting he put fried onions on it.
" Chef Ziko's food is ready to go." Ziko was proud.
Zira again scrunched his forehead. See the color of fried onions that are jet black. For an omelet it is golden brown so he thinks it is fitting.
" Dear what else is wrong." Said Ziko curiously seeing his wife's forehead wrinkled.
" This fried onion what is a rivet onion?" ask Zira quickly.
Ziko widened her eyes in disbelief as it turned out that there was a mistake in her cooking. Zira still tasted the food.
" How does it feel." Ziko said again curious to see his wife like forced to swallow the food.
Zira did not reply, from the expression of his wife chewing the food, it seemed that the food was not tasty.
" Dear don't force it, if it's not good don't eat." Ziko said worriedly
Zira appreciates her husband's hard work. He kept trying to swallow the food carefully with an ugly face.
Ziko pulled the plate in front of his wife.
" Why take it." Zira was confused.
" I don't want you to eat anymore. I'm afraid you're poisoned." Ziko said quickly.
" Not really." Zira said with her mouth full.
" What is not. Just looking at your face shows that you are poisoned. Where there are people enjoying food with such ugly faces. This food is not good." Ziko said quickly.
Ziko threw away the food. He was worried that anything would happen to his son and wife if he continued eating the food.
Zira's stomach is still a concert. Because the food that went into his stomach was not enough for the two of them.
" Sweetie you're still hungry?" ask Ziko to worry.
" Yes." Yeah." Said Zira while nodding her head.
" Eat the other one, which is important to enter the food. Tomorrow I'll learn to make a good omelet." Say Ziko again while opening the refrigerator. In the refrigerator there are various fruits and vegetables. Ziko showed some fruit to his wife but all were rejected.
" Do you want this?" tanya Ziko showed the vegetable kale in front of his wife.
Zira nodded her head quickly. Ziko widened his eyes when he saw his wife agree to his offer.
" Darling why your taste is like a goat." Ziko said quickly.
" It's good to be a goat, if I'm a goat it means you're a goat too." Zira protested.
" Why do you want to eat raw vegetables?" Say Ziko again while holding the kale vegetables.
" Darling I want that vegetable in if it used to be new at eating. Like sauteed salted fish kale. It must be good." Zira said imagining the food was already in her throat.
Ziko stuck her head in front of the refrigerator door repeatedly, speaking.
" Dear I give up I'd rather do the formula in the bed many times than have to cook. I'm not strong." Ziko said limp.
Looking at her husband's behavior who has given up Zira laughs funny.
" Dear one night, there are other nights." Zira said with a small laugh. Ziko had already dropped her body like a fainted person.
" Oh, baby, why? Are you ayan?" Say Zira while pressing the switch button on the wall. With automatic Ziko immediately woke up from his pretense.
Zira laughed and pranked her husband. A handsome husband like a bollywood artist, a burly body but cemented with darkness.
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